The Return of the King: A Generation of Prodigies

With Shen Tianjiao's company and comfort, Li Muyang finally fell asleep.

Seeing that Li Muyang fell asleep, Shen Tianjiao held him in her arms and got up and went down the roof.

"Master, let me hold you." Chunchao, who had been waiting downstairs, saw Shen Tianjiao coming down and hurried forward to pick up Li Muyang.

"No need, this child is not heavy, I can still hold him." Shen Tianjiao looked at the little baby sleeping in her arms, and for some reason she felt very peaceful and calm in her heart, without the irritability just now.

After returning to the palace and settling Li Muyang down, Chunchao said to Shen Tianjiao, "Master, go back and rest."

Shen Tianjiao stood up and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Forget it. I'll just sleep with this little thing today."

Ping An couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard he tried, as he was staying in the wilderness for the first time. He had always been used to sleeping in the house. Even when he was punished and locked up in the woodshed with his master, although that place was drafty, it at least had walls and a roof, unlike now when the sky was bright and the moon was shining brightly.

However, his master, who had always been delicate, was not as troubled as he was. He was sleeping soundly against the tree, and if you listened carefully, you could still hear his barely audible snoring.

Ping An, who couldn't sleep, dared not do anything except staring up at the night sky with his not-so-big but very bright eyes. After all, fear of the dark was his Achilles' heel, and now they were in the wilderness, so he couldn't wander around.

Ping An, who was finally tired of looking at the night sky, rubbed his sore neck and wanted to close his eyes and sleep for a while.

But just when Ping An was about to close his eyes, he vaguely saw several figures coming towards him. He was always very alert, so he immediately stopped being sleepy and became alert.

After a brief panic, Ping An calmed down. The first thing he thought of was to wake up Yan Yu, who was sleeping soundly. "Master, Master, wake up quickly. Someone is coming."

Yan Yu, who was woken up by Ping An, looked at Ping An in a daze and asked, "What's the point of waking me up at night instead of sleeping? If I don't sleep well, how can I have the energy to travel tomorrow?"

"No, look, is there a figure coming over there?" Ping An turned Yan Yu's body and pointed to a place not far away and said in a low voice.

Yan Yu looked up and saw that there were indeed several dark shadows coming towards him. He was shocked. He realized that his vigilance had really decreased a lot since he came here.

In the past, he would always sleep with one eye open, but now he doesn't even wake up when he falls asleep.

"Master, what should we do?" Ping An was shocked as he encountered this situation for the first time. He looked up at Yan Yu blankly, waiting for Yan Yu to give him instructions.

"It's okay, don't panic." Yan Yu relaxed his muscles and bones calmly, ready for battle. He roughly estimated in his mind that he could still deal with just a few people. Although his current body was a little worse, he still had all his combat skills from his previous life, so today he just had to practice on these people.

"People, people, people, everyone is here, why aren't you panicking?" Ping An rolled his eyes. He felt that his young master must have been scared silly by now. Not only did he not run away when people were right in front of him, but he also told him not to panic. Only a fool would be not to panic.

"Master, let's put out the fire and run away quickly." Ping'an was now conscious of nothing. He was only thinking about how to escape and save his own life and that of the master.

"It's too late." Yan Yu raised his chin. Those people had already arrived in front of them while Ping An was talking nonsense.

Ping'an's legs were shaking with nervousness, but he still stood up at the first moment and protected Yan Yu behind him.

Yan Yu looked down at Ping An who was standing in front of him to protect him, and was surprised for a moment. Ping An was not only timid and afraid of the dark, but also very afraid of death.

But it was such a person who, at such a dangerous moment, did not think of escaping alone, but chose to protect himself. This feeling was indescribably wonderful, and it also refreshed his understanding of safety.

"Who are coming?" Yan Yu withdrew his thoughts and looked at the people in front of him who were holding knives in their hands. Although they were wearing night clothes, their faces were not covered. It was obvious that these people came prepared and were very confident. They believed that they would definitely die if they fell into their hands.

"Hmph! Who are you? Someone who is here to kill you." A man with a mustache standing at the back looked at Yan Yu with disdain and said.

"You are so brave! Do you know who my master is? He is the son of General Yan Mingdeyan, the General of the Imperial Guards." Although Ping'an was afraid, he was very imposing. He wanted to use his imposingness and his master's name to scare away these people in front of him.

"Oh, Yan Mingde, I've heard of him. Sure, the one we are going to kill today is Yan Mingde's son, the Second Young Master Yan in front of us." The man with a small mustache looked at the master and servant and smiled horrifyingly.

Yan Yu pulled Ping An behind him, looked directly at the mustache man, and said with a smile: "So you really are here to kill me, but you are a bit arrogant. Whether you can kill me today depends on your ability."

"Oh, really?" The mustache-faced man threw back his head and laughed. "Who in the world doesn't know that Yan Mingde, the brave and resourceful General of the Imperial Guard, had two useless sons? One was a playboy, now dead, and the other is you, a weakling who can only read. Having someone like you as Yan Mingde's son is truly a disgrace to his reputation."

"Although I can strangle you to death with one hand, for your father's sake, I will give you the right to choose. You can choose how you want to die, and I will satisfy you."

Faced with such an arrogant provocation, Yan Yu was very calm and there was no ripple at all. He always believed that whoever has the stronger fist has the final say, but in this kind of thing, it is impossible to draw a conclusion without trying it out.

"So, you were the ones who killed my elder brother as well?" Although Yan Yu's relationship with Yan Jun'an was not very good, Yan Jun'an was a member of the Yan family after all, and they had the same blood. Now that the enemy who killed Yan Jun'an was right in front of him, how could Yan Yu not avenge him?

"Yes, in Shangjing City, I killed him with my own hands. I pinched his neck, and with just a slight force, he was dead. He was indeed a useless person who was not worthy of being in the public eye." The man with a small mustache spoke lightly about the extremely cruel act of killing, as if he had not killed a human being, but just an ant.

The veins on Yan Yu's forehead bulged, a sign that he was about to go on a killing spree. He stared into the mustache-faced man's eyes and said, "You know that killing someone means paying with your life. This is a matter of course."

"Oh, really?" The man with a mustache had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter. He looked up with sarcasm and disdain in his eyes, and did not take Yan Yu, the weak scholar, seriously at all.

"Why, you want to avenge your good brother Yan Jun'an?" The man with the small mustache snorted complacently at Yan Yu. "Just you? Even if you reincarnate ten times, you still won't be able to do it. I am the King of Hell, who is more terrifying than the King of Hell. I have killed more people than you have ever seen."

"Alright, stop dawdling. I'm in a good mood right now, so hurry up and make your choice. You're going to die anyway today, so hurry up and I'll get you down early. You can also meet up with Brother Yan Jun'an and discuss what kind of family you'll be reborn into next time. Learn some skills and come and get revenge on me."

Yan Yu did not get angry but laughed instead. He had seen too many arrogant and conceited people like this in his previous life, and without exception, they all ended up being killed by his sword and became his dead souls.

"Since you let me choose, then I will." Yan Yu lowered his eyes and looked at the knife in the mustache man's hand, saying, "Since we are all going to die, can you give me a weapon that suits me so that I can fight you?"

"Arrogant kid." Obviously, Yan Yu's choice angered the little mustache man. In his eyes, people like Yan Yu were not even worthy of him drawing his sword, and now he dared to be so arrogant in front of him. This made him regret not killing Yan Yu directly with a single blow, and he had to make Yan Yu choose in vain. Now he had to waste time playing games with this kid.

"Okay." The man with the mustache grabbed the knife from the person who was following him and threw it to Yan Yu, saying, "I am a man of my word. Since I promised, I will do it."

Yan Yu steadily caught the knife thrown by the mustache man and told Ping An behind him, "Go, find a place to hide, and be careful not to hurt yourself."

Ping An, who was completely confused at this time, turned around obediently and went to find a hiding place. He clearly felt that the young master standing in front of him now was different from the young master before. They were two completely different people.

Yan Yu held the knife in his hand and waved it in the air a few times. The material of the knife was not very good, but it could be used barely.

"Before we begin, I have one request. This is a contest between you and me. It has nothing to do with anyone else. Ask all your men to step back. Only after you die can they come forward to avenge you." Yan Yu made this request entirely for Ping An's sake. He had no problem fighting these people alone, but Ping An couldn't. He didn't know any martial arts and would be easily hurt.

The man with a small mustache was so angry that he laughed at Yan Yu's words. He was wrong when he said Yan Yu was arrogant. This kid was simply too arrogant. Since he didn't want to die in dignity without pain, he would fulfill his wish.

"Come on, let's do it." The mustache-faced man crossed his arms, looking like he was enjoying a show. "To prevent people from accusing me of bullying a nobody, I'll let you have ten moves. After ten moves, if you can touch my clothes, even if I lose, I'll give you another chance to live."

"No need." Yan Yu swung his sword and went straight towards the man with a small mustache while speaking. What a joke. In his previous life, he was an invincible general who had defeated all the opponents in the Nine Provinces and Six Kingdoms. He didn't even take these people in front of him seriously.

The sharp and powerful wind of the knife that hit him made the mustache man dare not underestimate the enemy. The Yan Yu who picked up the knife in front of him was completely different from the Yan Yu just now. This Yan Yu was definitely not as simple as he looked. He not only knew martial arts, but was also a master that could not be ignored.

After recognizing the reality, the man with a mustache immediately adjusted himself and, regardless of the previous agreement, went to fight Yan Yu.

Both of them were masters, and for a while they fought so hard that it made the onlookers' eyes dazzled.

In both his lives, Yan Yu was born into a family of military honors. Although he was a useless scholar in this life, he had received the most rigorous training in his previous life and had the most powerful master in the world. He dared not say that he was proficient in all kinds of martial arts, but at least there were very few people in this world who could be his opponent.

No longer daring to underestimate Yan Yu, the mustache man put in his utmost attention to deal with him. However, Yan Yu's attacks were getting faster and faster, each time hitting his vital points accurately, leaving him in disarray and vulnerable.

The mustache man, unable to resist, couldn't help but complain in his heart, "Damn it, it seems that this broken intelligence network really needs to be updated and replaced. What kind of rubbish information is being provided? This Yan Yu is just a weakling with no power at all. His fighting power is simply that of the King of Hell who is urging his death."

The mustache man, who was gradually at a disadvantage, became anxious. He knew that with his own strength, he was definitely no match for Yan Yu. If he didn't end the fight quickly, he might lose his life today.

What's the point of having a reputation when his life is about to be lost? He secretly winked, and the people he brought with him who were watching the fight immediately stopped watching and rushed forward to besiege Yan Yu.

Ping An, who had been hiding aside and watching the show in shock, stood up angrily when he saw a group of people surrounding and beating his young master alone, and yelled at the group of people: "Shameless bastards, shameless, how can you bully others like this? Weren't you so fierce and wanted to fight one-on-one just now? Why are you fighting in a group now? I, I, I will beat you bastards to death!" Ping An took the stone he had just picked up and started throwing it madly.

Even though there were more people, Yan Yu was not panicked at all. His fighting ability has always been extremely strong. He did not use his full strength just now. Now that all these people have come forward, there is no need for him to be polite.

Yan Yu attacked with the ferocity of a tiger, and soon those people fell one by one. Ping An, who had been cursing fiercely just a moment ago, now covered his mouth in amazement. He thought he was either crazy or his eyes were in trouble. Could the man who chopped people like cutting melons really be his son? Oh my God, this was too much information for him to digest.

Soon, only Little Mustache was left in the group. Completely frightened by Yan Yu's fighting ability, Little Mustache's face changed. His opponent was too strong. He might really be defeated by Yan Yu today.

Yan Yu was already a little fed up. He didn't want to fight like this anymore. He wanted to win with one move and end the battle quickly.

While the mustache man was not paying attention, Yan Yu knocked the knife out of his hand and put his own knife against his neck.