Narration System for the Journey of Martial Arts

The Carefree King glanced at Yi Yuchen, who was watching the chessboard, and said, "Of course I know! The martial arts world of Jiangnan all say that your grandson's martial arts are no less than yours! That's why I brought some help."

"The swordsmen trained by Mingjian Manor will naturally be dealt with by my own elite guards. Although they are not as good as the swordsmen you trained, they can still hold them off."

Yi Yun scoffed and said disdainfully, "Using sheer numbers, you're still so shameless!"

The carefree king did not answer, but pointed to the two people behind him and said, "These are my carefully trained disciples, Lightning and Thunder. They are more than enough to deal with you, you old cripple! As for your grandson, I will personally take care of him."

Yi Yun patted his wheelchair, looked up and said, "In the battle back then, I was not ultimately defeated by you. So today, I will finish that unfinished duel!"

As he spoke, he stood up from his wheelchair, flicked his robe, and a short sword landed in his hand.

"Oh! You've recovered!" the carefree king exclaimed in surprise.

Yi Yun didn't answer. He moved his feet and thrust straight at Xiaoyao Wang's chest. At the same time, Yi Yuchen waved his right hand, and two chess pieces, like morning bells and evening drums, slammed into the chests of the two people behind Xiaoyao Wang with a 'thud'.

Before Lightning and Thunder could react, they felt an immense force propelling them backward. With a series of cracking sounds, their ribs and internal organs shattered instantly, and everything went black—they were dead. Only then did Yi Yun's sword reach the chest of the Carefree King.

The carefree king's expression changed, but he didn't have time to retreat. He suddenly inhaled, his chest caved in two inches, dodging the sword's edge. At the same time, he clenched his hands into claws, and two balls of true energy instantly condensed, striking towards Yi Yun.

Yi Yun missed his first move, then lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body moving like a flying crane, and unleashed two sword strikes in mid-air. The two sword energies struck from the left and right, aiming at Xiaoyao Wang's wrist. At the same time, he descended from the air, his sword tip pointing directly at Xiaoyao Wang's head.

The Carefree King clasped his hands together, and a burst of true energy erupted from his palms, transforming into a protective aura that shielded his entire body from the sword energy's attacks. At the same time, he pointed with his right index finger, moving with lightning speed, and his sword clashed with Yi Yun's.

With a 'hum', the carefree king's fingers emitted a metallic sound, and a ring of true energy erupted from the point of their confrontation, blasting away the artificial hill outside the pavilion.

The two flew back three feet in mid-air, and the next moment they attacked at the same time. In a flash, they were already in front of each other, their hands and longswords moving as fast as lightning, and the sword light and palm prints filled the back mountain.

Yi Yun's sword is as fast as lightning, each move carrying a domineering and fierce force as if it were the will of Heaven. His sword energy is unrestrained and relentless, with no retreat. Xiaoyao Wang's fists, palms, and fingers are equally fast as thunder and fierce as Vajra. Each move carries immense power, easily breaking bones and tendons, resulting in death or serious injury.

Both of them used fast-paced martial arts, and their fierce and domineering moves were like heavy artillery ploughing the ground, blasting the back mountain into scorched earth with a whooshing sound.

Chapter 237 The Fate of the Carefree Prince and Qin Hui

Where the two figures disappeared, not even a trace remained; only their energies crisscrossed, carving out furrows in the back mountain. Occasionally, their figures would flash by, but they would quickly vanish, giving their opponents no chance.

The next moment, a voice rang out: "Found you!" The carefree king moved like a dragon, splitting into eight, and in mid-air, he clenched his right fist and swung his arm to strike, unleashing a domineering and resolute force that blasted in all directions.

At the same time, a sharp sword brimming with murderous intent seemed to appear out of nowhere, flashing into existence in the air and falling down on Xiaoyao Wang as Yi Yun swung it.

With a loud bang, a three-foot-deep crater was blasted open at the point where the two clashed, and bursts of energy flew in all directions, turning every blade of grass and tree into dust under the destructive force.

Before he even landed, Yi Yun rose into the air like a crane in flight. His domineering and unparalleled sword intent soared into the sky, traversing heaven and earth. A dazzling sword light obscured the silver moon, and with a 'clang,' it arrived in front of the Carefree King.

The carefree king's eyes widened, and the protective true energy that spread throughout his body was like a firefly's light vying with the bright moon, completely submerged by the sword light.

With a thunderous roar, the sword light vanished into the heavens and earth, and the figure of the Carefree King was nowhere to be seen, leaving only Yi Yun holding the sword hilt.

After a long time.

“I was not reconciled to my defeat back then, and the Prince of Xiaoyao almost became my inner demon! I never expected…” Yi Yun sighed and sheathed his sword.

Yi Yuchen shook his head and said...

"The martial arts of the Carefree King only appear strange and domineering when combined with the Mind Control Technique. If he had started from the beginning, taking advantage of your unstable mind, Grandpa, he might have had a chance."

"But later on, Grandpa, your mind was solely focused on the sword, and you had long since cast aside your inner demons, so they could no longer influence you. Congratulations, Grandpa, on rediscovering your sword heart."

Yi Yun nodded and said, "The Carefree King suffered a fatal blow from my sword, severing his heart meridian. He cannot survive."

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Lin'an, the Imperial Palace.

Under the moonlight, Lin'an was filled with shouts of battle. At the palace gates, figures wielding spears and arrows attacked each other.

As the siege engines were rammed, the palace gates were completely opened. Zhao Yuan, brandishing his spear, cheered and led the rebel army in.

Having just leaped over the long archway, the rebels, like chickens and ducks with their throats choked, stared at the square before them, their eyes filled with terror.

The vast square was filled with barricades and iron netting, and behind them stood countless silent archers and swordsmen.

Further on, there were rows of enormous crossbows, their sharp spears gleaming coldly, pointing directly at the palace gate.

Behind the crowd, on the street, squads of imperial guards in golden helmets and armor poured out of the houses. The one in the lead was none other than the Six Doors' God of Arrest, and the four behind him were the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise of the Six Doors.

As the God of Arrest waved his hand, the experts from the Six Doors and the Imperial Guards rushed forward and quickly dealt with the rebels left at the palace gate. Before the rebels who had rushed into the square could return to reinforce, the Imperial Guards, pushing barricades and boulders, had already blocked the archway and occupied the rear route.

At this moment, a figure on the palace wall waved his hand, and figures holding bows and crossbows appeared on both sides of the palace wall, surrounding the place so that there was no way to go up or down.

Before the rebels could surrender, a figure stood up from behind the crossbow; it was Han Shizhong, who had been secretly transferred back to Lin'an.

"His Majesty has decreed that surrender will not be accepted! Release them!" With a wave of his hand, the massive crossbows roared, and spears shot out, carving deep trenches and cutting through the rebel army.

Following closely behind, a barrage of arrows, like a violent storm, blanketed the sky above the palace, and after reaching their highest point, they swooped down with unparalleled momentum.

In just one round, the rebels had already suffered more than half their casualties, leaving only wails of agony on the ground!

After a long time.

Under Han Shizhong's command, the imperial guards handled the corpses in an orderly manner, cleaned the palace walls, and repaired the pits and dents.

Inside a palace within the Forbidden City, Zhao Gou sat on his throne, expressionless as he looked at the memorial in his hands, until, at a certain moment, a silver-gray figure stood below the imperial steps…

"Your Majesty, the rebels have been completely wiped out. Zhao Yuan died from twelve arrow wounds; all areas within the palace that colluded with outsiders have been thoroughly cleaned up!"

Zhao Gou looked at the memorial without looking up and asked, "Where is Minister Qin?"

The figure lowered his head even further and said, "Prime Minister Qin has been staying in the mansion and has not gone out!"

Zhao Gou sighed, put down the memorial, pondered for a moment, and said, "Go there yourself and bestow upon him a white silk ribbon!"

After the figure had been gone for a long time, Zhao Gou said, "Summon the ministers of the Six Ministries to an audience! They must be getting impatient."

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Lin'an, Qin Hui's Mansion.

Since the start of the rebellion, Qin Hui has locked himself in his study and never left.

After an unknown amount of time, the candles burst into flames, finally waking Qin Hui.

Seeing the head steward come in to change the candles, Qin Hui seemed to have figured something out. The question that had been bothering him for a long time was answered. He showed a bitter expression and asked, "When did you come to my residence?"

The head butler bowed and said, "I have been serving the master for eight years."

"Yes! Eight years!" Qin Hui sighed. "I have treated you well, but I never expected that you have always been a member of the imperial family."

The head steward replied without any surprise, "I have always been a member of the Imperial City Guard. I thought you, sir, would know that."

"Hahahahaha..."

Qin Hui laughed bitterly and resentfully, saying, "I should have thought of this sooner. How laughable that I thought I had everything under control, only to turn out to be a joke."

The head butler said nothing more, bowed, closed the door, and left. A moment later, a noisy commotion erupted outside, but quickly disappeared.

Then, the study door was pushed open again, and a figure wearing a silver-gray robe with dragon patterns walked in with two eunuchs. One of them was carrying a tray with a white silk ribbon shimmering on it.

Shortly after, a scream rang out from Qin Hui's mansion: "Master has committed suicide!"

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Time flies by.

A few days later, news of the Lin'an Incident spread throughout the land. Prince Zhao Yuan's attempt to rebel with Qin Hui failed, and he was executed by Emperor Gaozong. The pro-war faction regained its footing in the court, and the Northern Expedition was just around the corner.

Meanwhile, news of the carefree prince's quiet southward journey and his death without a sound during a battle with the Famous Sword Manor spread throughout the martial arts world.

Not long after, Master Chengkong of Shaolin Temple went to Lin'an to pay homage to the emperor. He recounted how the two emperors had died on the road when the Jurchens kidnapped them, and how he had only managed to rescue a princess. He intended to go to Lin'an to deliver the news, but was ultimately seriously injured and lost his memory.

Zhao Gou issued an edict that whoever could bring the princess back from the desert would be rewarded, and heroes flocked to the desert beyond the Great Wall.

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Since the Lin'an Incident and the death of the Carefree Prince, Yi Yun has traveled the world alone and is rarely seen. Yi Yuchen has gone into seclusion and has not appeared in public for a long time. All affairs of the Famous Sword Manor have been taken over by Yi Jifeng. It was only at this time that many arrangements of the Famous Sword Manor were unfolded before his eyes.

It was only at this moment that Yi Jifeng learned that Mingjian Villa had already secretly cooperated with the Imperial City Guard to transfer some of the Yue Family Army's elite troops to the Lüliang Mountains, waiting for the right time.

If any other person or force were to act in this way, it would inevitably arouse the court's suspicion. However, as the number one person in the world, if Yi Yuchen wanted to, he could kill the officials in the capital with just his sword, preventing them from leaving Lin'an and preventing imperial decrees from leaving the capital.

Zhao Gou clearly understood this principle long ago, which is why he enfeoffed the Mingjian Manor as a marquis and incorporated it into the court system!

In this way, Mingjian Manor naturally has to abide by the new rules of the game and cannot carry out assassinations at will. Yi Yuchen is like a nuclear weapon, whose main role is to ensure that Mingjian Manor is not too much harmed by those old swindlers.

This day, at Mingjian Manor.

Standing in the courtyard, listening to the shouts of "Northern Expedition! Northern Expedition!" outside, Yi Yuchen couldn't help but smile. He had no regrets in this life.

You changed the fate of the Famous Sword Manor; you became a legend in the martial arts world of the Southern Song Dynasty.

You changed Zhao Gou's fate, you had a tremendous impact on this world, the line of destiny shifted, and you left behind your own legend.

The next moment, witnessed by Yi Jifeng, a layer of white jade-colored luster emanated from his body, and a pillar of light shot into the sky. To Yi Jifeng's astonishment, Yi Yuchen disappeared along with the pillar of light.

Chapter 238 New Arrival, Identity Unknown

When Su Yuchen woke up again, the first thing that hit his nose was a stench mixed with feed and feces. Rather than saying he woke up, it would be more accurate to say that he was awakened by the smell. He couldn't help but frown and subconsciously shut down his five senses.

You've traveled through time; you've unlocked a new profession for time travelers.

Listening to the system's narration, Su Yuchen opened his eyes and looked around:

This is a dilapidated wooden hut, with household items scattered everywhere: used wooden basins, blackened towels, brooms lying on the ground, and wood chips, animal feed, and other remnants on the ground.

In the center of the wooden house is a wooden pillar supporting the roof beams. Next to the pillar is a stove made of bricks and mortar, from which wisps of fire occasionally leap out.

At this moment, an iron pot was hanging from the stove by a rope, and wisps of steam were rising from the pot.

The cabin wasn't large, and I was lying diagonally opposite the wooden door, in the innermost corner of the cabin. The blanket I was wearing was made of the fur of some animal I didn't know, and it had turned black and shiny, making it impossible to tell what it was originally made of.

Outside the wooden house, a series of grunting and whimpering sounds filled the air. Su Yuchen sat up, shook his head, and thought to himself, "So, in this life, I'm a pig farmer?"

Congratulations! You've unlocked a new profession – Pig Herder!

Ignoring the narrator's teasing, the wooden house was silent. There was no one else but himself. He felt the true energy nurtured in his dantian. He hadn't expected that this body had practiced internal energy cultivation.

Su Yuchen probed his dantian with his divine sense. The next moment, a stream of true energy emerged from the dantian and began to circulate along some mysterious meridian. His newly formed primordial spirit looked down upon all the changes within his body, allowing the true energy to travel and circulate within the meridian. After a short while, the true energy returned to the dantian.

Su Yuchen closed his eyes and recalled the meridian pathways from earlier, and couldn't help but show a hint of surprise. The internal energy cultivation technique this body knew was not from the mainland. The complexity of the meridians it traversed was no less than that of the Yi Jin Jing or the Nine Yin Manual, and even surpassed them.

Su Yuchen revealed a hint of interest and muttered to himself...

"Even if a pig farmer is from a prestigious sect, he shouldn't be able to learn such profound internal martial arts techniques."

"Moreover, the world's spiritual energy is average, so it is obviously not a world of cultivation; and since there is no manifestation of true martial arts, it is not a world of high martial arts or even immortal martial arts, but just an ordinary martial arts world, so it cannot escape the path of refining essence into qi."

"Interesting. It seems this body has another identity; otherwise, it wouldn't be able to learn such a profound internal energy cultivation method. Moreover, judging from the signs of the meridians in his hands and feet, he should have learned other martial arts."

As he spoke, Su Yuchen closed his eyes, his primordial spirit reflecting on the meridians within his body. With his martial arts knowledge, he quickly reconstructed the martial arts that this body had practiced based on the meridian pathways.

The next moment, a figure flashed inside the wooden house. He had already jumped up from the bed, placed his finger on the wooden pillar in the center of the house, and moved swiftly, displaying a variety of fist and foot techniques as if he had practiced them many times.

Immediately afterward, Su Yuchen lightly touched the wall with his toes, hooked his right hand, and grabbed the towel hanging on the rope. He then unleashed a martial arts technique that was neither quite a whip nor quite a sword.

A moment later, Su Yuchen flicked his right hand, hung the towel back on the rope, and shook his head. The skills and martial arts that this body had practiced were average, and there was nothing particularly remarkable about them.

Su Yuchen sat back on the bed, silently recalling the internal energy cultivation technique he had just practiced. At first glance, it didn't seem particularly special, but upon closer inspection, it seemed unlikely.

After all, profound internal energy cultivation techniques all have their own unique features, and I didn't see anything special about this one just now.

"It has no special ice, fire, or poison attributes, no inclusive characteristics, and no special ability to cleanse the marrow and reshape one's bones. Strange, given its complexity, it shouldn't be like this."

"Wait! Something's not right. This internal skill doesn't seem to be very offensive, and its recovery and healing abilities are also quite average. It's practically useless! As a unique skill, it shouldn't be like this."

Su Yuchen muttered to himself, and found himself becoming interested in this internal energy cultivation technique.

Just as he was about to ponder it carefully, the 'huffing' sounds outside the wooden house gradually grew louder, indicating impatience.

Su Yuchen was slightly taken aback. He looked out the window at the sky and couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle. He had almost forgotten the primary job of this body—feeding pigs!

Moreover, I don't have any effective guesses about the origin of this body yet. It seems that the only way to find out is to try contacting other people.

Thinking about it, Su Yuchen got up and went out, opened the wooden door, revealing a small courtyard that was only chest-high and built with rubble.

A row of wooden sheds had been erected on the right side of the courtyard, filled with firewood and feed. Next to the sheds was a well. On the left side, behind a small passageway, was a pigpen surrounded by gravel.

Su Yuchen first went to check how many pigs he was raising, then turned around and went back to get some feed, fetched some water, mixed it up, and poured it into the stone trough.

Having lived through several lifetimes, he had never done anything like raising pigs before. In his haste, Su Yuchen ended up sweating profusely, which made him both laugh and cry.

After feeding the pigs, and with no one coming to look for him, Su Yuchen walked out of the yard and realized that he was on the back of a mountain. Not far from the yard, there was a small house that looked similar, but much better than this one. He wondered who lived there.

A small path paved with pebbles stretches from our feet all the way to the front of the mountain. Weeds grow on both sides of the path, which is obviously rarely visited.

The woods on both sides are deep and secluded, with birds flying around, clearly undisturbed by people.