My Years in the Jianghu with the Prince: A Time of Unethical Conduct

Song Yunzheng stood up from the ground and casually tossed the severed head aside.

The head, still filled with terror, rolled around a few times, and blood spurted from the severed neck, staining the surrounding ground red.

The crowd was stunned by what they saw. For a moment, the huge arena was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Song Yunzheng acted as if he hadn't done anything. He calmly clapped his hands, then turned and walked to the jade sculpture that was half-stained with blood.

He looked him up and down, then scoffed, "Hmph, may you live a long and blessed life."

The jade carving fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.

The loud shattering sound echoed across the field, bringing everyone back to their senses.

The Xuanzhen Sect leader, seeing this scene, had veins bulging on his forehead and roared angrily, "Do you know what you're doing? How dare you commit such a violent act in front of everyone? Do you have no respect for the law?!"

But as soon as the Xuanzhen Sect leader finished shouting, the long sword that had been hovering beside his neck pressed close to his skin. It was as if if he dared to make the slightest move, it would take his life in the next second.

Not only him, but also others threatened by the longsword.

The Master of Zixiao Manor's face also darkened. He glanced at the long sword held against his neck and said coldly to Song Yunzheng, "Nephew Song, you've been hiding your true intentions well."

Looking around again, I found that there were quite a few people holding swords and taking hostages, and they were all unfamiliar faces.

He frowned, a sense of unease creeping into his heart. "These people are not disciples of your Bixia Manor. What else are you holding back from saying?!"

Upon hearing this, Song Yunzheng turned around. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looking at the Master of Zixiao Manor with a half-smile, "There's no need for you to trouble yourself with that."

Before he finished speaking, a "clang" was heard, and a long sword flew out from the crowd, arriving in front of Song Yunzheng in the blink of an eye.

But Song Yunzheng seemed to have anticipated that the sword would fly over. He slightly turned his head and dodged the deadly sword.

Upon seeing the newcomer, he showed no surprise, instead smiling and saying, "Brother Shen, you are no match for me."

Shen Yulin was not swayed by those words.

His face was serious, his eyes were firm, and his hands moved without the slightest hesitation as he attacked Song Yunzheng.

These two are good friends and have sparred many times in the past, with each side winning and losing.

However, this time, Song Yunzheng's martial arts style was completely different from what Shen Yulin had previously known.

His fist techniques are far more powerful than his sword skills.

His strength was unmatched and his domineering presence was overwhelming. Shen Yulin was no match for him at all. After only a few dozen moves, he was already showing signs of falling into a disadvantageous position.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Shen Yulin's forehead, and a chill ran through him. He had known Song Yunzheng for several years, but only today did he realize that he had never truly understood her.

After a few more exchanges, Shen Yulin's longsword was struck by Song Yunzheng's fist, the force of which caused him to drop the sword instantly.

Upon seeing this, Shen Yulin immediately lightly touched the ground with his toes and quickly dodged, while simultaneously reaching out with his right hand to grab the hilt of the longsword.

But he was still a step too slow, and Song Yunzheng threw another punch, which landed directly on his chest.

Although he had retracted a lot of force from that last punch, the remaining power still caused Shen Yulin to spit out a mouthful of blood and fly backward.

Amidst the gasps of the crowd, a figure appeared out of nowhere, catching the heavily injured Shen Yulin before gracefully landing on the ground.

The newcomer was dressed in white, tall and slender, with his black hair tied up high. He clearly had an ethereal and otherworldly appearance, but unfortunately, he was quite plain-looking.

Upon seeing this person, Song Yunzheng slightly suppressed her smile and said, "Brother Xie, no, Xie Yan, how was the play?"

Upon hearing this, the entire audience couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

Xie Yan released Shen Yulin's hand, looked at Song Yunzheng, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "As expected, you recognized me a long time ago. You were the one who framed me that night; you also deliberately misled everyone by calling out my surname to make them suspicious, weren't you?"

"Yes."

Song Yunzheng nodded, her tone tinged with worry, "I thought this would allow me to use someone else to do my dirty work, but I never expected..."

He then turned his gaze to Chu Ling beside him, sighed softly, and said, "It's good to be born into a noble family; even with that, you were still protected."

Chu Ling smiled unmoved, then pulled out a jade fan from somewhere and fanned himself, saying, "If you're really that envious, I might reluctantly take you in as my adopted son."

Song Yunzheng: "..."

Xie Yan turned her head and chuckled.

Song Yunzheng took a deep breath, finding it difficult to maintain his usual gentle expression.

However, Xie Yan had no intention of letting him go. In a flash, he appeared in front of Song Yunzheng and threw a punch straight at her face.

"Why use someone else to do the dirty work? You can try it yourself."

The punch was extremely fast. Although Song Yunzheng reacted in time, the force of the punch still grazed her cheek, leaving a faint bloodstain.

He paused, wiped the blood with his thumb, his eyes darkening completely, and sneered, "You want to have a fistfight with me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Yunzheng threw a punch at Xie Yan.

Xie Yan neither dodged nor yielded, and also threw a punch to meet it.

With a muffled thud, the two fists collided, and the energy emanating from their bodies surged out instantly, causing the surrounding crowd to squint.

Amidst the resounding force of their punches, the two had already exchanged dozens of blows.

Their movements were as fast as lightning; all the onlookers could see were two shadows, one white and one green, locked in combat.

With the sound of fists colliding, everyone felt the ground beneath their feet tremble slightly.

But in just a moment, Song Yunzheng, who was considered to be on par with Xie Yan in everyone's eyes, had completely darkened her expression.

Through their repeated exchanges, he could clearly see that Xie Yan's boxing style was inferior to the Mei family's boxing style.

But to his surprise, Xie Yan's skill was far superior to his, and he actually used this incredibly profound internal energy to make up for his shortcomings in boxing!

After a few more exchanges, Song Yunzheng raised her hand to block Xie Yan's heavy punches, and immediately felt a throbbing pain in the meridians of her arms from the impact.

Looking up, Xie Yan seemed to be in complete control after the fight, with little sweat on her face and no reduction in the speed and power of her punches.

Knowing he couldn't continue like this, Song Yunzheng's gaze darkened, and he spoke coldly as he moved swiftly: "Brother Xie, have you forgotten something?"

Hearing this, Xie Yan's smile remained unchanged, and she continued her actions, "Hmm?"

"I still have quite a few hostages in my hands."

But to his surprise, Xie Yan's expression remained unchanged, and she actually asked him in return, "Have you forgotten something?"

Song Yunzheng suddenly sensed something was wrong and immediately looked up.

But then he saw that his men had been subdued by another group of unidentified people.

Judging from the fact that he was completely unaware of this, this group of people had clearly been at the banquet from the very beginning!

Xie Yan sighed, "You're right, being born into a noble family is indeed quite good."