Chapter Forty-Four: The Eight Tones Flame Sparrow

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This so-called cultivation threshold can be described intuitively as follows: if a lower-grade Dao technique like that of Class A only needs to fully utilize one source of power, some mid-grade Dao techniques of Class A may require two, even four or five sources of power as a foundation. This is the insurmountable cultivation threshold.

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However, some prodigiously gifted individuals are naturally capable of lowering the requirements for certain or even entire categories of Dao arts, or they can inherently propel Dao arts with less expenditure than cultivators of similar realms. Take, for instance, Wang Changxiang, the lord of Fenglin City, whose Fengque True Spirit and Zhang Linchuan's Lei She True Spirit allowed them to master Dao arts beyond their respective ranks.

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Apart from cases of innate talent, another exception is the creation of one's own unique techniques.

As the creator of the Tao technique, possessing a profound understanding of its release principles and having created it based on oneself, it is most suitable for one's own conditions and best allows for the full display of one's capabilities. Therefore, one can also control the Tao technique to an extreme extent and master it in advance.

Countless flamebirds swirled around, each chirping its own tune.

In the center of the magical bombardment, Jiang Wang saw Zhang Yong's eyes.

To see the deep despair and longing in his eyes.

"Don't say it, please!"

...were imbued with such a sincere and earnest gaze.

If possible, even if it meant being discarded here, Zhang Yong was unwilling to use his pupil technique.

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Because throughout the history of the Phoenix Zhang clan, no one has ever been skilled in ocular techniques. Using it would immediately expose their identity. Then everything they had painstakingly planned and schemed for, all the sacrifices, the plotting, the blood and tears...would all become phantoms.

However, dispelling jealousy is entirely a bodily instinct.

After this, it triggered Jiang Wang's sense of crisis, leading to the early appearance of the Eight Sounds Flame Sparrow - this magical technique was originally intended for Wang Yiwu by Jiang Wang.

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Now Zhang Yong is very sure that Jiang Wang has discovered his secret.

But he had no way out. There were so many people present, Jiang Wuqì, Li Longchuan, Xu Xiangqian... any of them would be difficult to deal with.

Unless he could attack and kill Jiang Wang the instant he detected his ocular technique, but without using his own ocular technique, he had no chance at all. However, using his ocular technique to kill Jiang Wang would be the same as exposing himself, with no difference in outcome.

Moreover, given Jiang Wang's current performance, even if he fully utilizes his pupil technique... it might not be successful.

With such a meticulous plan and arrangement, he successfully passed through the Tianfu Secret Realm, evaded the investigation of the Blue Badge Inspector, and finally safely arrived at Jiang Wuqiu's side. Even the Daqi imperial family failed to uncover his tracks.

He never could have imagined. Just a chance encounter on Yunwu Mountain, just a step taken according to plan, a simple plan executed without hesitation, and suddenly he found himself in a desperate situation!

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The despair and pleading in his eyes were real and tangible emotions.

Because everything he had been through was determined by Jiang Wang's thoughts.

And as for Jiang Wang, how will he decide

In the eyes of those watching from the high platform.

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The sea of clouds on Yungu Mountain surged for miles before being slowly gathered back by the power of the Heavenly Fragrance Cloud Pavilion's array.

The music played softly, and the flame birds dispersed.

Zhang Yong stood on the cloud, lost and dejected, while Jiang Wang pointed his sword at her throat.

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The outcome has been decided.

Jiang Wang gave him a long, hard look and then moved his sword away.

Right here, upon this cloud sea, I turn and look at Jiang Wuqi: "Your Highness, the play has ended."

At that moment, all he could do was remain silent.

Then applause broke out.

Then Jiang Wuqi clapped her hands first and said, "Wonderful!"

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After that, thunderous applause!

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It's almost like treating this as an ordinary sparring session, a "martial arts performance".

While clapping vigorously, Xu Xiangqian deliberately leaned closer to Lei Yikun and said, "Lei's private school, did it only teach the word 'easy' So even though you can't see 'easy', you only say easy!"

Lei Yukun glared at him.

This person had a hot temper and was immediately about to move forward.

A hand rested on his shoulder, silencing him.

Jiang Wuqi retracted his hand, made a fist, and pressed it against his mouth, unable to help but cough a few times.

At this time, Zhang Yong walked forward with a gloomy expression and knelt down halfway: "Zhang Yong is incompetent, he has harmed Your Highness's face, and deserves ten thousand deaths."

Jiang Wuqi gently raised his hand, and an invisible force lifted Zhang Yong. "The Fengxian Zhang clan has suffered misfortune, and their school of martial arts has been lost. You rely on some superficial techniques, mixing Confucianism with Taoism, and have already shown your skill! How could this bring shame to me"

"Being obscured like a jewel in the dust is my fault. After I return, I will prepare a full set of martial arts techniques for you." His eyes were sincere and focused: "I hope Zhang Qing doesn't get discouraged, don't waste your youth."

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“Your Highness…” Zhang Yong choked back tears for a moment.

Jiang Wuqì turned his head and looked at Jiang Wang again, a smile on his face: "Today, on this Yunwù Mountain, to see Jiang Qing's graceful bearing, this palace is truly delighted. As for the matter of the fourteenth brother, let it be forgotten. This palace will not trouble you with it again."

His words were always eloquent and wise, never contradicting himself.

Jiang Wang was actually prepared for another battle, or even two, but seeing Jiang Wuqi's attitude, he sheathed his sword and accepted the situation: "Your Highness is magnanimous."

Jiang Wuqi smiled and, with people in tow, headed down the mountain.

Although Zhang Yong lost a match, looking around at the people beside him, except for Lei Yunkun who was truly disheartened by Xu Xiangqian's aura, no one else showed any sign of resentment.

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Evidently, everyone is very convinced by Jiang Wuqi's decision.

Everyone says that the eleventh prince most resembles a true monarch. Judging from this brief encounter, Jiang Wang had to admit that the man indeed possessed the air of an emperor.

If all the competitors were at the same level as the Fourteenth Prince Jiang Wu Yong, this competition would probably be a foregone conclusion.

Zhang Yongluo fell to the rear of the queue. As he walked to the corner of the corridor, he glanced sideways at Jiang Wang, his eyes complex.

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"So, he's still not convinced" Xu Xiangqian asked, very alertly.

Jiang Wang perfunctorily said, "Perhaps!"

Although there were some twists and turns, I had lost the desire to admire the flowers. Since things had already been decided, there was no need to change course, so the group continued their journey up the mountain.

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The path winds its way up the mountain, eventually converging at the summit.

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But behold, the entire mountain peak had been leveled by human hands.

The pavilion extended into the air, forming a square platform right above the center of the mountaintop.

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Above hangs a plaque inscribed with the characters “Yun Wu”.

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Yúnwù Mountain is undeniably at its peak with this Yúnwù Pavilion.

And right beneath everyone's feet, below the suspended Cloud Mist Pavilion, bloomed a vast expanse of pale purple flowers.

Though the flowers were purple, a faint white mist rose from their petals, mingling with the clouds on the mountainside.

It seems that the thick clouds that perpetually shroud Yunwu Mountain are also thanks to these cloud flowers.

The fragrance of clouds and mist here is even more profound. It inevitably intoxicates one beyond words, no wonder it's called "Heavenly Fragrance."

Everyone at the pavilion looked out in all directions, momentarily forgetting their worries.

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Lei Yikun couldn't help but speak up: "That Jiang Wuyong is overestimating himself. He has a weak character and shallow virtue, yet he foolishly aspires to the state's prosperity. Your Highness, why bother with him"

He came from Jiang Wuqì's mother's family, so there were some things others couldn't say, but he didn't have to worry about it.

"It's the fourteenth prince," Jiang Wuqi corrected him.

"Ahem."

A strong wind whipped up on the mountain, and he coughed twice before saying in a double entendre, "Maintaining the dignity of the Great Qi royal family is the same as maintaining my own dignity."ome down. The momentum of the Wining Hour inevitably fades away.This time, Jiao Wu's birthday banquet was so grand, he even managed to invite Mo Jingyu with some unknown method. There must have been a...