With a single sentence, he threatened Huang Rong and awakened the Yuwen Tuo template, while the Xuanyuan Sword lay dormant in his dantian.
But the martial world never waits for anyone. The mistress of Cihang Jingzhai came to see him in person, warning him to stay away from her prized disciple. Her words were full of contempt for the spoiled young master of the Yang family. Yang Tuo looked at the mistress before him, cool and ethereal as an immortal, and not only refused to back down, but smiled more broadly. He showed no restraint. Instead, he led over ten thousand elite troops from the Tiger Camp outside the capital straight to Mount Ditafeng and surrounded it. Since she had taken the initiative to provoke him, he was determined to pay a visit to Cihang Jingzhai's mountain gate.
Fan Qinghui was so enraged that she unleashed her sword technique, only for the punch of the seemingly unremarkable old steward of the Yang residence to stop her. The entire Mount Ditafeng was sealed off by battle-hardened troops, and in the blink of an eye, the tranquil grounds of Cihang Jingzhai had become a military camp. Yang Tuo stood before the main hall at the summit, gazing at the Jingzhai disciples, who were panic-stricken. Then he suddenly turned, his gaze falling upon a white figure as ethereal as flowing water. Shi Feixuan was slightly taken aback by his stare. Before she could speak, his amused voice reached her ears.
No one from Cihang Jingzhai is allowed to leave until I've finished looking around Mount Ditafeng.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.