The carefree sixth prince, my father respectfully invites me to ascend the throne.

"Chief, when I was watching from a distance just now, I vaguely saw a carriage coming from the military camp and heading straight for the granary. I'm afraid that the grain was taken away by that carriage."

The soldier said respectfully.

"Who is in that carriage?" the leader asked in a deep voice, his brow furrowed.

"There was a woman and a child sitting in the carriage, but I couldn't see clearly who they were."

"Woman and child?"

The leader's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "Could it be that the little girl is the princess?"

"Maybe so."

"What a great opportunity! If we can seize the princess, His Majesty will surely be overjoyed, and we will be able to be appointed as officials and prime ministers."

The leader said excitedly.

The other men in black were also extremely excited; as long as they could capture the princess, their future would be bright.

"Go! Let's catch up and bring the princess back to me!" the leader shouted, then quickly led his men in pursuit of Yang Ling.

At this moment, Yang Ling was unaware that someone was already watching him.

He rode his horse at breakneck speed all the way to a river, then leaped into the water and swam toward the north shore.

He wasn't stupid; he knew that if he got entangled with the enemy, things would really get complicated.

Soon, Yang Ling reached the shore. Without lingering, he continued heading south.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Yang Ling was panting heavily, his clothes were soaked with sweat, his face was flushed, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

"Damn it, this place is more than 500 li away from the capital."

Yang Ling cursed under his breath, but he didn't rest for a moment and continued on his way.

Two days later, he finally arrived at a village in the north.

"There's an inn here, let's go in and rest for a while."

Yang Ling found a restaurant and went inside.

"Hello, sir/madam, what would you like to order?"

The waiter asked enthusiastically.

Yang Ling glanced at the waiter indifferently, then said, "Bring me a pot of good wine, and three or four small dishes. The rest is up to you, just do what you think is best."

"Okay, wait a moment."

The waiter nodded hurriedly and ran towards the kitchen.

A short while later, a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts were placed next to Yang Ling.

"Sir, the food and wine are ready. Please enjoy your meal."

"Okay, go down," Yang Ling said calmly.

"Good."

The waiter turned and left with a smile.

"Grrrrrr!"

Yang Ling picked up the wine jug and took a big gulp of strong liquor, then wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth and muttered, "This feeling is just too good!"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the door to his room was violently broken open, and dozens of men in black rushed in, surrounding Yang Ling.

Yang Ling looked up and saw a group of fully armed men in black standing in front of him.

"Who are you people? You've got some nerve, daring to try and kill me?" Yang Ling said sarcastically.

"Enough with the nonsense, just surrender," the leader said coldly.

"Surrender? On what grounds?" Yang Ling said coldly.

"In that case, I have no choice but to capture you."

The leader snorted coldly, drew his long sword from his waist, and then thrust it at Yang Ling without hesitation.

"Ding!"

Unfortunately, his sword struck Yang Ling's scabbard instead.

Yang Ling's arm jerked, and he instantly drew his sword, slashing directly at the leader.

"clang!"

Caught off guard, the leader was sent flying by the blow, his longsword flying out of his hand and embedding itself in the wall with a buzzing sound.

"So strong!"

The leader's eyes widened in shock; he had never expected that he would be no match for the boy before him.

He quickly brandished his longsword to defend against Yang Ling's attack.

Yang Ling snorted coldly, flicked his sword to knock the long saber away, and then thrust his sword towards the leader's throat.

"not good!"

The leader's expression changed drastically. He reacted quickly and dodged Yang Ling's fatal blow.

But how could he possibly dodge the power of Yang Ling's sword?

"Pfft!"

The sword tip pierced his neck, and blood spurted out.

"puff!"

The leader's eyes widened, then he slowly collapsed, dying instantly.

Yang Ling sheathed his longsword, glanced indifferently at the men in black around him, then walked over, picked up their weapons, and threw them away.

"Although these people are from the martial arts world, their strength is not too bad," Yang Ling muttered.

"Shhhhh!"

Just then, footsteps could be heard outside.

Yang Ling immediately became alert upon hearing the footsteps.

A moment later, an old man entered the house, looked at the corpse lying on the ground, and then frowned.

"Your Excellency has committed a grave sin by murdering the leader of our Imperial Guard. Today, you are destined to perish here," the old man said calmly.

"hehe."

Yang Ling sneered and said, "If you want my life, let's see if you have the ability."

"Stubborn!"

The old man's face was gloomy, and his aura exploded, a huge pressure crushing down on Yang Ling.

"Peak of the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, not weak at all, but it's a pity you've run into me," Yang Ling said calmly.

"Insanity!"

The old man shouted and then struck out with his palm, aiming fiercely at Yang Ling's chest.

"Oh!"

Yang Ling moved slightly, easily dodging the old man's attack, then lunged forward, his sword pointing directly at the old man's throat.

"Zheng!"

The old man's eyes were cold, and his right hand formed a claw as he reached for Yang Ling's wrist.

"Hey!"

Yang Ling flicked his wrist, causing the sword to veer off course and slash the old man's palm.

A sharp pain shot through him, and the old man groaned, quickly withdrawing his hand.

"hiss!"

But Yang Ling wouldn't give him any chance, and thrust his sword at the old man's throat again.

The old man's expression changed, and he immediately dodged to the side while simultaneously sweeping his left leg across.

Yang Ling had already guessed the old man's intentions. He flipped his sword and blocked the old man's left leg.

The old man's left leg was blocked, but he took the opportunity to kick Yang Ling in the chest.

Yang Ling sneered and struck out with his palm, breaking the old man's entire left leg.

"what!"

The old man screamed in agony, his face contorted in pain, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Yang Ling gave him a cold look, then placed her longsword against his neck and said in a cold voice, "Who sent you?"

"Pooh!"

The old man spat, then glared at Yang Ling and said, "Kill me if you want, but dream on trying to get information out of me!"

"Heh heh, you've got some tough bones!" Yang Ling chuckled, then suddenly plunged his sword into the old man's shoulder.

"Crack!"

The sword pierced through the old man's shoulder blade, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream, his whole body trembling.

"Do you think I can't do anything if you don't tell me?" Yang Ling said calmly.