Chapter 115: Tang Shitian’s Solution

Ming Yong gazed solemnly at Amory before him. The wild physique, muscles bulging with power, radiated sheer force. Even from a distance, Ming Yong could sense the immense strength contained within Amory's body. His eyes fell upon the knife in Amory’s hand—a worn blade, inconspicuous against Amory’s raging, bull-like figure.

That knife was a secret treasure.

Ming Yong, of distinguished origin and vast experience, recognized at once that the battered knife was a celestial secret treasure.

The visitor came with ill intent.

Amory grew impatient: “Hey, if you won’t come up, then I’ll come to you.”

With a stride forward, his aura shifted abruptly, his hair and beard bristling, wildness fully unleashed. He let out a fierce roar and swung his knife in a slash toward Ming Yong.

The yellow blade’s radiance surged, sweeping forth like a raging torrent.

Ming Yong’s expression changed. Though Amory’s strike seemed chaotic, the blade’s energy was condensed, not scattered.

Taking a deep breath, Ming Yong stepped forward and punched out!

A golden translucent fist imprint collided straightforwardly with Amory’s yellow blade.

Ming Yong’s body trembled as the glass-like fist imprint shattered violently. A fierce true energy surged into him. Ming Yong grunted, retreating several steps before dispelling the invading force.

And yet... this fellow’s strength was truly formidable!

Amory laughed heartily: “Hey, take another slash!”

With another great stride, the blade’s light surged like a river, striking down headlong—simple yet immensely graceful.

Ming Yong punched again, retreating step by step.

“Take another slash!”

Ming Yong retreated once more.

“Take my slash! Take my slash! Take my slash!” Amory roared repeatedly, blade flashes dense as rain.

Ming Yong kept retreating.

The guards in the square were stunned speechless by the scene. Ming Yong was the younger brother of Ming Zichun, renowned in Andromeda for his martial prowess. None had expected him to be so thoroughly restrained by a hulking brute.

Who exactly was this brute...?

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“Have I not yet had the honor of knowing the lady’s name?” Yun Di’s eyes flickered with admiration.

The girl before him was exquisitely beautiful, her demeanor aloof and cold, untouched by worldly dust. Her coldness resembled that of Shangguan Qianhui, yet was fundamentally different. Yun Di, having seen countless women, knew Shangguan’s cold was laced with deep pride, though she masked it well. This girl’s coldness was pure and absolute.

A truly unparalleled beauty!

Her lowered brows and the way she stood, sword in hand, combined heroic spirit with a hint of delicate charm. Yun Di found himself strangely tongue-tied.

Han Bingning seemed oblivious, not even raising an eyelid.

Finally, I can show you my progress...

A quiet reflection of the boy standing atop the lantern pole flickered in her heart; startled, she wondered why such a thought had crossed her mind.

A faint blush silently spread over her fair neck.

Yun Di, a seasoned player in matters of the heart, noticed immediately and was stirred, blurting, “Miss, you are truly stunning!”

Han Bingning’s expression suddenly turned cold. Her left hand slid down the sword’s blade, while her right grasped the hilt. Unbeknownst to anyone, frost had formed beneath her feet.

The surrounding air dropped several degrees, causing Yun Di to shudder involuntarily.

“Damn it!”

Han Bingning spat the words, her lowered brows flashing with sharp coldness.

A silver sword light shot forth like an icy serpent toward Yun Di!

Yun Di was alarmed. The strike was not fast, but its chilling coldness was unparalleled. Before the blade could even reach him, frost formed on his face, and the air around him turned bone-chilling.

In an instant, he felt as if he were standing on an icy plain amid howling winds.

Startled, he summoned his true energy, thrusting his own sword to meet Han Bingning’s silver blade.

A faint mist appeared along his blade, the sword’s aura ethereal and elusive.

Cloudy Mist Sword—the Yun family’s water-style sword technique.

The Cloudy Mist Sword was Yun Di’s specialty, capable of reaching up to seventh rank. Yun Di had cultivated it to fifth rank, making him outstanding among Yun family disciples. The technique relied on ethereal, intangible sword intent, breaking reality with illusion. Its movements were elegant and free-flowing. Yun Di’s natural handsome bearing enhanced the style, earning him the nickname “Young Master of the Mist.”

But today, he faced his nemesis.

Han Bingning also practiced a water-style sword technique, but no longer her former Rain Bell style. Instead, she wielded Glacier Plain.

This water-style sword technique, designed specifically for women, was formidable and perfectly suited to Han Bingning’s temperament, allowing her rapid progress.

Aside from Amory, she was the one who had improved the most.

The two sword lights collided.

Yun Di’s face changed drastically; without hesitation, he withdrew swiftly.

The freezing chill radiated from the hilt, numbing his palm. Looking down, Yun Di saw the mist along his blade had turned into tiny ice particles, falling from the sword.

This...

Yun Di’s heart was filled with dread and awe. Han Bingning remained impassive, her cold expression utterly unchanged. Her lowered brows showed no trace of charm, only the piercing chill of an icy wasteland.

So strong...

Yun Di lost the courage to advance.

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Tang Tian grinned broadly. Everyone was working hard.

Was Amory practicing the Earth Mad Blade? Truly impressive! Tang Tian could feel the seemingly wild and unruly blade intent was in fact solid and focused, tremendously powerful. Even he, facing Amory’s strike, had to summon all his spirit.

Amory’s progress did not surprise Tang Tian much; the Cangying Ox had exceptional talent and an unmatched physique. Now with diligent training and renowned masters passing down their knowledge, such strength was expected.

Liang Qiu and Sima Xiangshan had also made great strides. Liang Qiu’s style was steadier and more mature, flawless. Sima Xiangshan’s approach was utterly different—deeply yin, ghostly, unpredictable.

Yet the one who truly astonished Tang Tian was Han Bingning.

Back in Starwind City, Han Bingning was among the top, but ranked below Sima Xiangshan. Now, her strength surpassed his by a notch.

Her progress was second only to Amory’s.

The guards, who had thought victory was near, suddenly found all four experts held back.

A tall figure hidden in the shadows was surprised: “The newcomers from the Bright Martial Assembly? Their skills are quite good, and they’re young. They have great potential.”

The man with the mustache frowned: “Should we intervene?”

“Intervene?” The tall man glanced at him. “Do you want us to openly make enemies with the Bright Martial Assembly now?”

The mustached man stared at the arena: “So it’s a failed plan?”

“The master will arrive soon,” the tall man said. “Let’s avoid unnecessary trouble. The actions in Andromeda are coordinated by the master. Let him decide everything.”

“I just fear Tang Tian won’t wait for the master’s arrival,” the mustached man said bitterly.

The tall man also smiled wryly: “We can only hope the master arrives quickly.”

The two exchanged a weary glance.

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Tang Tian had no intention of stalling. He leaned forward and shouted, “Shangguan Wei! Come up!”

Shangguan Wei was startled but quickly climbed the lantern pole to Tang Tian’s side.

“Young master,” he greeted.

Tang Tian casually pulled up a young nobleman: “Who is this guy?”

“Son of the Wang family,” Shangguan Wei replied, puzzled but familiar with all the people.

Tang Tian nodded knowingly, then smacked the unconscious nobleman several times to wake him.

“Tang Tian! The Wang family will never be on friendly terms with you!” The Wang nobleman’s guards shouted angrily below but dared not approach.

“Did you hear that?” Tang Tian dragged the nobleman closer, scowling. “Your men say your family is hostile to me. How about I strike first?”

Tang Tian’s malicious gaze flicked over the nobleman.

The dazed nobleman suddenly shivered, pale-faced, stammering, “No, no! It’s just a misunderstanding, a small misunderstanding...”

“Good,” Tang Tian said solemnly. “I think so too. So I’ll give you one chance: tell me who pulled you in.”

The nobleman hesitated.

Tang Tian’s voice lowered threateningly: “You only get one chance. If you point to the wrong finger, I’ll cut off that finger!”

The nobleman’s face turned even whiter and blurted: “It was Hong Jun who called me!”

The guards below changed expression, raising their voices: “Young master Wang! Our young master and you are like brothers! You can’t slander him!”

The nobleman flushed with shame.

Tang Tian ignored them and asked Shangguan Wei, “Who is Hong Jun?”

Shangguan Wei snapped awake and immediately pulled the hovering Hong Jun up.

Tang Tian slapped Hong Jun several times, waking him.

He repeated the earlier threats, and Hong Jun, looking no better than the nobleman, paled and immediately named his accomplice.

By then, Shangguan Wei understood Tang Tian’s plan and was greatly excited.

The guards below gradually quieted, sensing the shift.

One after another, suspects were pulled up, awakened, threatened, and coerced into confession.

Soon, all clues pointed to one person—an unconscious man.

The guards below stirred; they recognized him.

Tang Tian asked Shangguan Wei, “Who is he?”

Shangguan Wei’s face turned ashen, eyes blazing: “He is Yu Zeqing of the Yu family.”

Hearing this, Tang Tian grinned broadly.

The surrounding onlookers’ gazes darkened. They were all spoiled scions, poor fighters but seasoned schemers. By now, anyone not understanding the situation was simply foolish.

Yu Zeqing was awakened with several slaps, looking at Tang Tian’s grinning face and the many eyes ready to tear him apart.

Suddenly, he felt like a freshly shorn lamb thrown among a pack of starving wolves.

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