I am a living immortal.

Speaking of the Meng Clan Army, Su Mu had gained so much at the Ghost Market that she hadn't had time to look for the Dream-Eating Tapir. Unexpectedly, she'd run into them here. While it didn't look like their true form was involved, at least there was some connection.

What kind of luck is this, coming to my door?

"The Meng family army is very famous." Su Mu asked Chen Tao. Now in his mind, Chen Tao was like a know-it-all.

"Very famous. The Meng Family Army seems to have a legacy that goes back hundreds of years. Some say they've existed even longer than this dynasty. They specialize in dream control, able to manipulate a complete stranger through dreams, which gives them a natural advantage in assassination."

"Is it so fantastical?"

"It's actually not that bad. This world still has supernatural beings like ghosts and sorcerers. Actually, some masters are practically inhuman. They can't fly, but jumping between cliffs is pretty close. Dream control sounds fantastical, but after seeing so many strange things, I've gotten used to it."

Old Goat: "I can't believe you know so much."

"You look down on me!" Chen Tao had an expression that said, "I'm not doing this for nothing."

"Then tell us, is this prince sure he can escape unscathed?"

"That's... hard to say." Chen Tao frowned. If it were just Mingke and Zheshuilou, it would be better. If the Meng family army was added, then it would be hard to say what the prince could do with just the forces on the surface.

"Who knows what the other party might have in store."

"Or, it's possible that someone might try to curry favor with the other party and do them a favor."

"How about you go? He's the prince, so it won't be a problem for him to be given an official title or a higher rank."

"Why don't you go? I haven't heard of Mingke, Zheshuilou, and the legendary Meng Family Army. Even if I go, it won't be enough to fill the gaps in my teeth. To be able to participate in such a battle, you must be a master."

"Grandmaster? I guess he wouldn't look down on me."

"The Grandmaster I admired was chopped to pieces more than half a month ago."

"Speaking of which, what do you think? Will that expert from Jiading Prefecture make a move? His swordsmanship is probably beyond compare."

"He doesn't look like someone who would meddle in other people's business, but who knows, he rarely does anything."

Everyone was talking at once. They had heard Chen Tao's analysis, and they were unsure if the prince had any backup plans. If the prince died here, would the martial arts tournament even take place? A large army might even arrive. Jiading Prefecture had barely been happy for two days, and things had turned out like this. It was truly unfortunate.

The people of the Jianghu were indeed Jianghu people, even watching such excitement. In their eyes, the prince possessed no other aura besides a noble status. There was a deep cognitive gap between the Jianghu and the imperial court.

The prefect of Jiading Prefecture was probably already fainted by now. Even if he hadn't fainted, he probably hated the prince to death. You could have said something. If you didn't say anything and took such a risk, everyone would lose their heads.

The prefect immediately sent support.

The streets were filled with panic and tension. Figures appeared from the rooftops, along with the refugees and beggars who seemed to be fast asleep. They stood up from the ground in strange postures. This "standing" was like moving horizontally, defying common sense.

On the other side, the young eunuch looked around and saw that the guards and eunuchs were retreating step by step, surrounding the prince's jade sedan chair in the center.

There was only a clash of auras between the two sides, no words exchanged. The assassins at Zheshui Tower weren't limited to knives; they also wielded forbidden weapons like bows and crossbows, and they even had standard iron arrowheads. The presence of such weapons could only mean that even the military was involved.

There are always some old-fashioned stubborn people who refuse to change. Logically speaking, the military is the beneficiary of military reforms and foreign wars, and many people are on the side of the Crown Prince. The strange thing is that the current emperor has governed the country too well. Foreign wars are good, but those are for the lower classes.

Those generals who couldn't rise any higher didn't think so. Of course, most supported the idea, but a few felt it was unnecessary. It was mainly because they were too high up in the hierarchy and their abilities weren't strong enough. After all, they hadn't fought a large-scale war in years, and to put it bluntly, they were already out of date.

The prince's reforms were aimed at these people.

However, he doesn't seem to be very good at fighting, but he is very good at assassination.

The prince sitting in the prince's jade sedan snorted coldly.

The assassin from Zheshui Tower looked down at him and waved his hand.

Crossbow arrows whistled towards the prince.

Faced with this situation, the young eunuch, Chen Meng, flew into the air with just one step. The air flow surrounded him, forming a huge protective net that blocked all the arrows.

However, the moment the arrow moved, the assassins from Zheshui Tower had already disappeared from the roof. In just a moment, a long sword silently stabbed at Chen Meng.

But a long arrow shot the sword off its target.

The commander of the imperial guards took a cold look at the arrow, which was extremely accurate. He then swung his longbow across the air to the left. With a muffled groan, a figure was swept away.

"Pay attention to the air flow!! Kill them all!"

Instead of passively defending here, they might as well do what they do best - killing people.

"Understood!" Dozens of guards shouted in unison, then drew their swords and charged in all directions. The eunuchs also changed their formation, stepping towards the center to protect the crown prince in place of the guards.

The commander looked in one direction. There was a person hovering on their toes, floating towards them like a sleepwalker, eyes closed, hands hanging down. If it weren't for the levitation on their toes, this person wouldn't be anything special.

But the commander of the imperial guards felt the pressure from the frail figure. The intimidation of the upper echelons of the ecosystem, even if the other party was strolling leisurely, could make his muscles tense. He stared intently at the newcomer, gripping his fine iron sword tightly, and slowly exhaled. The noisy sounds of battle faded away, and all he could see was the slowly approaching figure.

The next moment, he exerted force with his legs, the ground cracked, and he turned into a black afterimage, swinging his knife at the figure with closed eyes.

The figure also reacted immediately, making a starting gesture and responding to the long sword that was swinging towards him.

A layer of Qi covered his hand, and the moment he struck out, he touched the long sword. The violent vibration made the long sword tremble, and the vibration was transmitted to the commander's hand. His other hand stretched out like flowing water.

There was a loud noise of "Boom!"

The commander was knocked dozens of meters away by this palm.