913: Chapter 0913: Princess, Take Your Time 913: Chapter 0913: Princess, Take Your Time Prince Ji Haotian’s cultivation level was also in the late stage of Core Formation.

But facing the fierce offensive of the water sword, his longsword trembled, and the barrier of Sword Qi he conjured crackled in opposition to the water sword.

In the end, with a loud bang, his black-patterned fine steel sword was actually shattered into two halves.

The water sword whooshed through the fragments, aiming straight for his throat.

Ji Haotian stepped back with his right foot, burrowing into the ground from the sheer force.

With a cracking sound, the wooden floor splintered, and seeing no way to avoid it, he was so frightened that he screamed out loud.

With a whoosh, a flash of a sword’s gleam was heard.

A longsword passed just in front of him, quivering with a hum, as Sword Qi surged out, blasting the water sword into smithereens.

The four people in the room all raised their eyebrows and looked outside.

They saw a woman standing in front of Ji Haotian, brandishing a sword and glaring at them as she scolded, “You’ve got some nerve, daring to kill a prince?”

Chu Feng snickered with a roguish laugh, “A beauty has arrived, allow me.”

He stood up, shamelessly scanning her from head to toe, then started to reason, “Little sister, when a prince breaks the law, he faces the same penalties as common folk.

We had already settled on this room just now, but your prince insisted on disputing it with us.

It was clearly he who made the first move, so why the grievance against us now?

Should the prince not be killed, or should we be the ones killed instead?”

The princess was at a loss for words due to his argument, and though her face was behind a veil, her cheeks visibly reddened.

Long Fei and the others couldn’t stop laughing, thinking that in this world, apart from Lin Shanshan, probably no one could outwit Chu Feng in a battle of wits.

The princess rebuked indignantly, “Who’s your little sister, what are you randomly calling me for?”

Chu Feng replied with a laugh, “If you don’t agree to ‘little sister,’ then shall I call you ‘big sister’?”

“I…”

Her longsword trembled, and a streak of Sword Qi burst forth from above.

The Sword Qi flowed like water, rolling out like a tsunami, enveloping Chu Feng.

“Mount Shu Sword Qi Technique?”

Chu Feng and Long Fei frowned at the same time, having thoroughly understood this swordsmanship when they had killed Li Yunxiao.

With spiritual power shaping the Sword Qi, one could condense different forms of Sword Qi Dharma Laksana.

Li Yunxiao had condensed the Four Symbols Sword Qi, but the princess’s Sword Qi seemed to resemble an ocean.

It was said that the Ji Royal Family ruled through water control since its founding ancestor Ji Yu, renowned for their water management across the world.

This Sword Qi, indeed, followed in the ancestral heritage.

Chu Feng stood in the midst of it, not daring to underestimate it.

The Cosmic Star Dharma Laksana loomed above his head, representing his path, as boundless as the universe.

Even the vast sea paled in comparison to the stars and the cosmos.

With a jolt of his hands, boom, the Sword Qi stirred up by the princess was blasted to smithereens.

If he had really wished to kill, the princess would no longer be among the living.

But sparing the beautiful and cherishing jade was the true nature of the gallant Chu.

The princess’s brows knitted tightly, not expecting these two men’s cultivation techniques to be so formidable; no wonder her Imperial Brother and the guards were no match.

Chu Feng clasped his hands behind his back, teasingly spoke to the princess, “Your Royal Highness The Princess, would you like to try again?”

“Rogue, just you wait and see!”

The princess uttered with a huff, sheathing her sword and leaving.

Chu Feng yelled from behind, “Take care, Princess.

Some day I’ll come to visit and drink with you!”

The princess’s hand tightened, really wanting to turn back and retaliate.

Ji Haotian hurriedly followed her, throwing a vicious glare at Long Fei and Chu Feng.

As his sister, the Princess, had failed, he was certainly in no position to succeed.

Once downstairs, he immediately began to complain to the princess, “Wanrong, you’re just going to let them go like this?”

Turning her head, the princess stared at him and reminded, “Don’t call me by my name.

I’m not that familiar with you.”

Ji Haotian coughed awkwardly, grumbling, “So we just leave like this?”

Her Royal Highness The Princess said coldly, “What else do you expect?

That we all die here before you’re happy?”

Ji Haotian suggested, “We could seek help from your Master.

If she took action, annihilating those two thieves would be more than easy.”

The Princess cursed, “Imperial Brother, are you out of your mind?

Master is currently engaged in besieging the Mystic Yin Sect; she has no time for such matters.

If you want revenge, go ahead by all means, but don’t drag me into it!”

She left the room and departed on her own.

Ji Haotian watched her leave and coldly muttered, “What an insolent girl.

What’s there to be proud of?”

He rolled his eyes at Long Fei and his company on the top floor and went out, mounted a tiger, and left to gather people for his revenge.

Chu Feng admired the Princess’s retreating figure from the window and said to Long Fei with a light laugh, “Ji Wanrong, the Princess’s name is quite pleasant to the ear.”

“Looks like she’s not on the same page as that dog of a prince!”

Long Fei sipped his tea, harboring no malice towards the Princess.

As for the Prince, forget about it, he treated human lives like dirt.

Initially, they had spared Master Xing, only for the Prince to go and kill him downstairs.

Bald Dog grumbled discontentedly, “Master, why do you humans always like to drag dogs into your insults?

Things like ‘dog spawn’, ‘damn dog,’ we of the Dog Clan are loyal and dedicated to you, who have we offended?”

Long Fei laughed heartily, “My bad, my bad, that prince really is worse than a dog.”

The Ground Rat Demon King chuckled on the side, feeling vindicated.

He thought to himself that dogs were indeed worthless, extorting pills from it was just too cunning.

Bald Dog sipped his drink sulkily, vowing to himself that one day he would become the Dog King of the Three Realms and reclaim some dignity for the Dog Clan.

The four of them settled there, the door being broken, facing a group of disciples across the room at a distance.

The disciples across the way had been enjoying the spectacle, exuding the demeanor of a major Sect.

Those who could stay here were naturally no ordinary people.

A young man came over with some followers and took the initiative to make friends, cupping his fist in greeting, “I am Zhang Qingyang from Dragon-Tiger Mountain.

May I know from which Sects my respected brothers hail, and could we perhaps share a drink?”

His approach was quite humble, enough to make the two disciples behind him feel slightly diminished, causing them to slightly frown.

Long Fei and Chu Feng chuckled lightly, satisfied with Zhang Qingyang’s attitude, though they were somewhat amused by his Sect.

Dragon-Tiger Mountain, during the Mount Tai swordsman debate, Zhang Jiuling was indeed the one who brought along Zhang Yuanchun from Dragon-Tiger Mountain.

He had even brought a Magical Treasure from Dragon-Tiger Mountain, the Dragon-Tiger Ruyi, which Long Fei had crushed into a blood mist with one stomp.

Who would have thought, enemies often cross each other’s path; sitting across from them were also disciples from Dragon-Tiger Mountain.

Long Fei clasped his fists and bluffed, “We are disciples from the Mount Tai Divine Sword Sect.

If Brother Zhang wishes for a drink, please take a seat, there’s no need to bother others.”

Zhang Qingyang expressed his surprise, “No wonder you are so formidable; you are disciples of the Divine Sword Sect.”

He sat down with his two disciples.

Long Fei took out some Moutai from his Storage Ring, ordering Bald Dog to have the inn bring up some dishes.

The alcohol in this world, though brewed from Spirit Rice, lacked distillation technology, and the taste was poor, almost like drinking a soft drink.

Long Fei and Chu Feng had been drinking their own home-brewed alcohol all along, 53 proof, not too high nor too low, just the perfect kick.

Zhang Qingyang eyed the flask and asked somewhat embarrassingly, “My brother, might I take a closer look at this flask?”

Long Fei and Chu Feng exchanged a glance and laughed lightly, “Help yourself!”

Zhang Qingyang nodded, took the flask in both hands, and exclaimed in surprise, “This porcelain can actually be fired to be so translucent and smooth, almost as if it’s glass?”

Long Fei and Chu Feng laughed inwardly, thinking that this was clearly not porcelain but glass.

This world had yet to discover glass-making technology, so it was normal for him to be amazed at the sight of such a high-quality bottle.

He scrutinized the four characters ‘Guizhou Moutai’, and frowned, “These characters are very strange.

I recognize ‘state’ and ‘thatch’, but I don’t know what the first and last characters mean?”

Long Fei and Chu Feng nearly burst out laughing while drinking their tea.

‘Guizhou Moutai’, where ‘Gui’ and ‘Tai’ were both simplified characters; it made sense that he didn’t recognize them.

Long Fei introduced, “This is called Guizhou Moutai, a kind of alcohol from our hometown.

It’s not yet widespread in the whole country.”

Zhang Qingyang raised his eyebrows, “Guizhou?

Among the nine provinces of the world, there seems to be no such province?”

Long Fei thought for a moment and bluffed, “Guizhou means ‘precious.’ It’s not actually a place’s name.”

In this world, the Guizhou area is called Qianzhou, consistent with the ancient name of the outer world.