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Chapter 1033 - 643 Legitimate Son of the Prime Minister’s Mansion_2

Chapter 1033: Chapter 643 Legitimate Son of the Prime Minister’s Mansion_2

"I quite agree with what you just said."

"....." The Confucian Scholar of the Wen Surname.

From atop the circular watchtower, a gentle voice as smooth as jade rang out without warning.

The Confucian Scholar of the Wen Surname instinctively widened his narrow, squinting eyes for a brief moment upon hearing the words, but soon regained his composure and looked toward the direction of the voice.

Before him stood a handsome young man in an ornate robe, whose presence behind him seemed to appear out of thin air.

Fixing his gaze on the other briefly, the Wen Surname Scholar graciously performed a salute, holding his folding fan:

"Wen, greets the Third Young Master."

Xu Yuan stepped forward slowly, glancing at the scholar’s gesture, and chuckled:

"It seems your status is quite high, to have figured out my identity."

The Wen Surname Scholar replied equivocally in a voice as soft as a gentleman’s warmth:

"No, Wen was merely testing the Third Young Master in jest, never expecting you to admit it outright."

"A needless effort."

Xu Yuan offered no further clarification, leaning casually against the watchtower’s railing as he said, "Since I’ve already disclosed my name, why don’t you tell me yours as well?"

"Third Young Master jests, Wen wishes to live a few more years."

The middle-aged Confucian Scholar of the Wen Surname chuckled as he shook his head: "However, your presence here signals that the line connected to Mu Qing must be abandoned by me."

Xu Yuan raised an eyebrow at this, sweeping him with Spiritual Vision, his tone filled with intrigue:

"Compared to Mu Qing, I’m finding you much more interesting. Your body seems odd—could it be a clone?"

"You could interpret it that way."

"An impressive cultivation technique."

"Thank you."

"Don’t thank me yet—it won’t be long before this body of yours dies."

"Having the honor to witness the elegance of the Third Young Master in person, this body might be said to die a worthy death."

"....."

After a brief silence, Xu Yuan burst into laughter: "You have a way with words. Why not join the Prime Minister’s Mansion in service?"

The Wen Surname Confucian Scholar smirked faintly:

"Young Master jest, I’m afraid the Prime Minister’s Mansion couldn’t afford my counsel."

Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed across Xu Yuan’s heart:

"Ho... your identity seems far from ordinary then."

The Wen Surname Scholar neither confirmed nor denied this, instead laughing softly: "Third Young Master, the Prime Minister has already handed over the Western Frontier. Your identity is equally noble—why risk remaining here?"

Xu Yuan rubbed the iron railing atop the watchtower, his tone measured:

"From your stance, you ought to wish nothing more than to eliminate me—yet you suggest I leave."

"As the ancient saying goes, one shouldn’t strive for too much too soon; things should be done step by step."

"Should I interpret your words as an admission that my presence in Zhenxi Prefecture City might foil your plans?" Xu Yuan asked in a low voice.

"There’s that likelihood."

"From your perspective, the likelihood shouldn’t be that high, should it?"

"Indeed, not high—but Wen differs from those outside the city."

The Wen Surname Scholar shook his head and gazed over the Prefecture City from the vantage point of the watchtower: "Profit and risk go hand in hand—there’s no need to further enlarge the chessboard in the Western Frontier, so please, Third Young Master, ready yourself to leave promptly."

Xu Yuan pondered briefly, then smiled widely:

"What if I say no?"

The Wen Surname Scholar wasn’t annoyed, merely squinting his eyes and smiling faintly:

"A clever woman cannot cook without rice. Right now, in and outside Zhenxi Prefecture City, I can confidently say everyone here is under our control. What do you plan to fight us with?"

As the words fell, silence.

The wind howled near their ears. As the Confucian Scholar of the Wen Surname turned his gaze and was about to speak again, he abruptly noticed a sword sheath suddenly appear in the youth’s hand.

Stunned for a brief moment, the Confucian Scholar was about to speak, but the sword sheath inexplicably enlarged before his eyes...

"....." The Wen Surname Scholar.

"Thwack!"

A solid blow struck his face directly, sending him sprawling to the ground. Scarlet blood splattered instantly.

Xu Yuan wielded the Ghost Willow Sword Sheath like a pry bar, mercilessly beating the Wen Surname Scholar to a pulp within moments, only halting his actions when the other was on the verge of death.

Even in this grisly state, though gravely injured and near death, the Wen Surname Scholar maintained an eerie smile:

"Th-Third Young Master... truly a man of character..."

Before the words could leave his mouth fully, Xu Yuan stomped his mouth firmly:

"Quit faking, you bastard."

"....."

The corners of the Wen Surname Scholar’s squinted eyes twitched violently, and as he opened his mouth to speak, Xu Yuan pressed his foot down harder, grinding, speaking softly with a chuckle:

"Do you know? I despise people like you who put on airs while talking the most."

As the words fell,

Within the Wen Surname Scholar’s stunned gaze, Xu Yuan abruptly thrust the wand-like sword sheath toward a particularly vulnerable spot between the scholar’s legs...

"Splurch!"

The sudden pain emanating from the strike caused the Wen Surname Scholar to cry out in anguish but clutching tight fists of silent wrath at the indignation it bore.

Completing his actions, Xu Yuan felt significantly refreshed. He exhaled a long breath, grabbed the scholar’s hair, and yanked him upright:

"After causing so much trouble, meeting me in person, and relying on your Soul Condensing Clone to spew nonsense here, you truly think my reputation as a spoiled wastrel is unfounded?"

"....." The Wen Surname Scholar had already opened his squinted eyes, glaring at Xu Yuan silently.

Xu Yuan casually sealed the scholar’s Energy Mechanism, then hoisted him over the edge of the tower with a smile:

"Although I don’t know whether sensations can transmit to your main body, I trust the memory of this experience should be entirely retrievable."

As the high-altitude wind tousled his disheveled hair, the Wen Surname Scholar’s bloodied lips curled into a sinister smile:

"Xu Changtian... your impotent rage looks so ugly.

"Everything you’re doing now is in vain; look toward the drill ground; they’ve already activated the formation. Everything is proceeding just as Wen predicted—even if you hide the Qilin Wolf and Jia Yi, they’ll all follow my calculations."

Xu Yuan smiled wryly in response: "Who told you I intended to hide the Qilin Wolf and Jia Yi?"

Hm?

The Wen Surname Scholar’s swollen eyes displayed confusion.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan sighed lightly, pointing toward the direction of the drill ground:

"With such limited cultivation on this clone, you even failed to notice the soldiers over there looking toward us?"

"....."

In that fleeting moment of uncanny stillness, the Wen Surname Scholar strained to unlock the meaning in Xu Yuan’s words, but his peripheral vision caught an image that caused his pupils to contract violently.

He saw a gleam of snowy white.

A snow-white wolf, eyes blood-red and glimmering with eerie light, appeared behind Xu Yuan.

Noticing his expression, Xu Yuan pulled him closer, whispering softly into his ear:

"Your analysis concerning Mu Qing earlier was spot on—but you seem to have overlooked one critical point: In this Zhenxi Prefecture City, who besides you has ever seen the Qilin Wolf? Who’s encountered the Great Desert Goddess?

"While I’d love to see your confidence crushed underfoot, to avoid unnecessary complications, I’ll ask you to keep your mouth shut for now.

"Mr. Wen, until we meet again."

As these words fell, a gale erupted.

Under the watchful gaze of the Wen Surname Scholar, Xu Yuan sealed the Energy Mechanism and released his grasp.

At the drill ground stationed below, Commander Lu Bozou reflexively attempted to rush in aid upon witnessing this scene. As the scholar’s aide and military strategist, his inclination was evident. Yet, a single glance from the scholar during descent stayed his hand.

Approaching would mean end.

If he were to intervene,

The young man would kill him outright.

Mere moments later,

From the base of the watchtower came the sickening crack of flesh against stone.

Briefly surveying the mangled remains below, Xu Yuan sighed lightly with regret and gracefully ascended into mid-air. Descending onto the stage above the drill ground, he landed softly.

Where moments ago murmurs and chatter stirred within the military formations, absolute silence now cloaked the thousands assembled. Only the gentle tapping of Xu Yuan’s boots on the floor lingered audibly.

Halting before Lu Bozou, Xu Yuan lightly patted his garments as if brushing off nonexistent dust. Locking eyes with the aged Commander’s deeply creased visage, he conveyed his words via sound transmission:

"Old fool, you truly are clever—if you’d just now stepped forward to save him, I would have crippled you without hesitation. Not that it matters now, though, as your fate is the same."

As he finished,

Under the oppressive gaze of tens of thousands, Xu Yuan reached for his own neck, tearing off the Human Skin Mask he wore. Addressing Lu Bozou directly, he spoke reverently in a resounding tone:

"Commander Lu, earlier you asked the source of the Commandery Princess’s intelligence—do you truly suspect that I, Xu Changtian, the legitimate son of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, could actually be the Great Desert Goddess?"