I am a living immortal.

Shenlong's words made the City God of Jiading Prefecture and Cao Chen feel relieved.

The old goat glared at the other party.

"It's not that I don't want to help. It's Su Mu's order. I want you to carry it. Otherwise, you will be too lazy if you don't push yourself. Come to think of it, this is amazing. You have digested most of the rules of spring in your body. This will be very useful for your future path!"

Shenlong played with the fan in his hand and laughed.

"You!!! You're already panting before I even say anything. How can you deal with an opponent of this level right away? Shouldn't you do it step by step? This is going to kill me. I really want to hit you with a hammer right now." The old goat was so angry that his eyes turned red.

"Haha, you have to ask Su Mu about this. It's none of my business. It's none of my business. Hey, you, now that you've done your work, are you leaving? Do you want me to see you off?" The Mirage Dragon laughed, changed the subject abruptly, and walked towards the Dream-Eating Tapir.

In response to this, a group of otters were also very considerate. They quickly carried the sedan chair and retreated several dozen steps, keeping a distance from the mirage dragon to indicate the demarcation line.

In response, the Mirage Dragon spat and told the other party to stop.

Finally, this farce came to an end.

"Honestly, now that things are over, it's time for me to really leave." said the Dream-Eating Tapir.

He nodded and was about to leave.

When the other party was about to leave, Shenlong said, "You should have thought about your choice, right?"

This sentence has no origin.

But the Dream-Eating Tapir understood. Not only did he understand, he also responded, "I understand what you are trying to say. My presence here is the answer. Don't forget your promise."

"Then... wait, what did I promise you? Tell me clearly!!" The Mirage Dragon was confused and shouted immediately, but the Dream-Eating Tapir had disappeared and ran even faster than when he came. This is really a sad story.

Among the remaining few people.

The City God nodded and left. If Jiading Prefecture hadn't been threatened, he wouldn't have appeared here. Now that things here seemed to be over, there was no need for him to stay any longer. He wasn't familiar with these people, gods, or demons. Perhaps there were some secrets, immortals, or great wars involved, but he didn't dare to think about it. He just needed to protect the peace of his own little land.

So he bowed and said that if there was anything else he needed, he could come to him, then he disappeared from the spot and left.

The only ones left at the scene were the old goat, the mirage dragon, and Cao Chen, the old goat's spoils.

When everyone had left, the old goat could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Now we can wait for Su Mu to come out of seclusion. Looking back at Jiading Prefecture, most people feel that this winter is warm, not as cold as in previous years. Perhaps it is because of the atmosphere of the martial arts conference.

Back to the martial arts tournament, even the old goat couldn’t catch up.

When the few of them returned to Jiading Prefecture, the martial arts conference came to an end.

The streets were buzzing with discussion. This martial arts tournament had spawned a legion of storytellers. Some expressed regret, others were thrilled. Regardless of their feelings, the outcome was certain. The three great masters had battled the crown prince, and each had been defeated, completely destroying the future of the martial arts world.

The three Grandmasters were also injured in those battles and are currently receiving treatment. Whether this is true or not is hard to say, but the Jianghu has already erupted in condemnation. Regardless of their previous beliefs, losing would disgrace the entire Jianghu. Just as they were once admired, so too are they now subjected to reviling.

No matter what, the blame fell on the three great masters.

How should I put it? It's surprising, but also acceptable. After all, being controlled by the imperial court doesn't affect many people's current lives. Among the Jianghu, those who care can care, and those who don't care don't care either.

The sky is high and free, and the imperial court is unlikely to start a war over a few people. If the prince were here, he would say that these people are celebrating too early. Since he dared to do this, he would definitely have a follow-up method to control this world.

The Jianghu is no longer what it used to be. This isn't just about the three great masters, or those powerful individuals; it concerns the entire Jianghu, everyone and everything within it. The reason I'm not talking about it now is because it's too late. The Crown Prince is slowly testing the limits of the Jianghu, then gradually lowering them, like a frog in boiling water, swallowing the entire world in one gulp. This is just the beginning.

If you can control those masters, there is no need to worry about not being able to control others.

As for whether the Grandmasters would break the contract, that depended on whether they wanted to stay in the martial arts world. Everyone was a witness to that night in Chongwen Mansion, and there was no denying or getting away from it.

After all, they are still in the Yu Dynasty, and in the Yu Dynasty they are under the control of the court. This is an indisputable fact.

The end of the martial arts tournament wasn't the end; the true impact had only just begun. It was just unknown whether these impacts would be good or bad, and what they would mean for the future.

In fact, in the old goat's opinion, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages. Although the prince was able to mobilize a considerable force in a short period of time, this force was ultimately temporary. If he interfered too much, the master might also cut off his power.

Rules and regulations are not bad, but who can guarantee that they are always right? When one party is restricted by the other, no matter how harmonious the beginning, it will eventually become specious.

These are inevitable.

If, by then, the martial arts world truly becomes a lackey of the imperial family, then whether or not a Grandmaster can ever emerge is uncertain. After all, a Grandmaster isn't simply built on resources; his spirit is the key. A caged tiger can't possess the aura of a king; it's just an oversized cat.

Even if the Grandmaster could use all the resources to build one, how many could he build? One, two? That would be an astronomical sum for the imperial court, no less than supporting an army.

How could the prince not know about this? Of course he knew, but he didn't care. First of all, that was at least a few generations away. To put it bluntly, descendants have their own blessings. He couldn't care less about so many things that happened so long ago.

Another reason he dared to do so was because of the Ghost Market. He wanted to leverage its resources to strengthen his own martial arts team. Then, using these resources as a springboard, he could gradually erode surrounding resources and expand his territory. This was every emperor's lifelong pursuit, and he would surely go down in history.