Transcending the Nine Heavens

"Sir, the first group of Lightning Falcons is ready to be used!" Cheng Zi Ang exclaimed.

"Ah, do stop giving orders to the rest for now. They do not have to do anything; just inform them that they are to await my orders. When it is time to make a move, I will send out the new orders immediately!" Chu Yang said slowly.

As he spoke, Chu Yang’s were affixed downwards. He thought to himself, "How could Diwu Qing Rou not have thought of ways to rescue Tang Xin Sheng? That King level master has already arrived and I’m sure that he is merely the first wave. His key priority was to assassinate me and his second priority was to provide support for the upcoming waves."

Yet, he did not even prepare for a rescue mission? What are the odds?!

I wonder how Diwu Qing Rou would react if he finds out that I had taken care of his King level master with such great ease. If Diwu Qing Rou wishes to rescue Tang Xin Sheng, who would he send and how many of his men will there be?

"Quickly disseminate this order! Search the entire citadel and capture the person who is currently severely injured!" Chu Yang described Yin Wu Fa’s appearance and continued, "Let an artist paint this description this instant. We have to draw up a notice immediately and capture this person as soon as possible! I want to see this person if he is alive! If he is dead, I want to see the corpse!"

"Yes!" Cheng Zi Ang agreed and left immediately.

Chu Yang sighed and looked at the sky in the west. The sunlight was gradually sinking below the horizon and the sky was blood-red. It seemed to be foreshadowing that a storm of blood was soon approaching.

How could the Hei Mo people leave after something like this has just happened?

Chu Yang did some work before returning to Heavenly Armament Pavilion.

Just as he was about to leave, Wu Qian Qian held him back for a moment because she could not believe that his injuries were healed. She checked on him carefully before agreeing to let him go. However, her beautiful eyes were filled with great surprise. How could he have recovered from such serious injuries in such a short span of time?

Isn’t this speed of recovery too fast? What magical elixir did Saintly Doctor Du Shi Qing give him?

When Chu Yang arrived at Heavenly Armament Pavilion, Little Miss Loli was waiting for him longingly.

At this present moment, Mo Qing Wu felt that Uncle Mo Cheng Yu was not fun at all, while Brother Chu Yang was the best. He not only gave her a toy each time he returned home but also gave her many valuable things.

Mo Cheng Yu’s condition had become much better. He did not look haggard anymore and his face was becoming less pale by the day.

This proved that the medicine that Chu Yang had given Mo Cheng Yu was beneficial to his recovery.

However, this fact made him feel more depressed and he would often sigh quietly.

My condition is improving and I will have to bring Qing Wu back to the clan soon. How would the clan react once they realize that Qing Wu’s Three Yin Meridian has been damaged?

How would they treat this little miss that I have been watching over since she was an infant?

Given the heartlessness of the Mo clan, Mo Cheng Yu could not help but imagine the kind of treatment Mo Qing Wu would receive upon her return. Even though he had a bargaining chip which was Chu Yang’s Dreaming of a Gentle Dance Saber, he was still unable to be too optimistic.

Mo Cheng Yu was most afraid of the possibility that the Mo clan would take this saber. He was not certain of his promise to Chu Yang, even though he had sworn to him.

Would the clan allow such a masterpiece to be in the hands of a disabled person like little miss? Each time he thought about this, Mo Cheng Yu could not help but become deeply vexed and would sigh endlessly.

While Chu Yang may be intelligent, he did not originate from a clan. Hence, he would never understand how much weight the word ’clan’ had on the hearts of all descendants!

As for the two young masters who went out with us, I have no clue as to their whereabouts.

"Elder Martial Brother Mo!" Chu Yang held Mo Qing Wu in his arm as he walked towards Mo Cheng Yu to greet him. Mo Qing Wu, dressed in red, was holding a stick of candied fruits in her hand and eating it with great delight.

"Brother Chu!" Mo Cheng Yu forced a laugh and replied, "Why are you in such a good mood today?"

"There are a few things that I’m sure will put you in a good mood as well if I were to share them with you!" Chu Yang smiled, "Let me share with you one piece of good news. The Sword King of the Hei Mo clan and an unknown King level master had gotten into a big fight. The Sword King was seriously injured, with all of his bones being broken to pieces. As for his six subordinates, two had passed away and six others were severely injured..."

"Who is that King level master? How bad were his injuries?" Mo Cheng Yu asked anxiously.

It was evident that his initial reaction upon receiving this ’good’ news was not one of excitement, but instead, blatant concern for the King level master.

Based on his speculations, that unknown King level master could very well have been from his clan!

His concerns for his brothers was much greater than his joy in hearing that his enemy was severely injured.

To inflict such injuries, this King level master must be of second grade or higher. Otherwise, their fighting tactics would be with the aim of dying together. Mo Cheng Yu thought that the three King level masters that traveled with him were definitely not more powerful than a second grade Sword King. Hence, how could he not be anxious upon hearing such news?

Chu Yang nodded in silence. This Mo Cheng Yu was definitely a loyal person; his first reaction to the news was that of concern for his brothers.

"That King level master took seven or eight stabs from the Sword King and each stab pierced right through his body. Even though he had attempted to shield his weak spots, his chances of survival are very slim." Chu Yang answered slowly.

"Ahhh..." Mo Cheng Yu punched the ground as his face displayed great suffering, "I wonder which brother it was..."

"That King level master is not from your Mo clan." Chu Yang smiled and continued, "He is an assassin from Great Zhao, a member of the Golden Horse Riders Department. He came specifically to assassinate me. However, he fell for my ploy."

"Really? Hahaha..." Mo Cheng Yu’s spirit was instantly lifted. He could not help but become excited. All of a sudden, he continued, "Hey, that doesn’t seem right. Why would a King level master attempt to assassinate you? Besides, how could a King level master assassinate the wrong person? This doesn’t make sense."

"Of course, there is a good reason for that." Chu Yang smiled and replied mysteriously. Next, he changed the subject, "Your injuries... My guess is that they will not be fully healed for a few more days."

"The key issue right now is that my meridians are still blocked. It would probably take about half a month to clear each blockade and recover my strength quickly." Mo Cheng Yu replied dejectedly.

"Don’t worry. Take your time to recover; there is no need to rush!" Chu Yang comforted him. Both parties looked at each other and laughed in unison. They both understood very clearly what the other person wanted.

For each day that Mo Cheng Yu was still in the midst of recovering, Mo Qing Wu would have to stay with Chu Yang for another day. This was exactly what Chu Yang had wished for.

"There is time today. I’ve just remembered two saber moves and I wish to teach Xiao Wu right away!" Chu Yang smiled and said, "These moves might not be consecutive with each other and are different, but the power is no weak at all. They are probably not comparable to your clan, but do consider this as a small token of my sincerity!"

Mo Cheng Yu’s countenance immediately turned serious and he replied in earnest, "Thank you, Brother Chu."

In this day and age, martial artists valued their techniques as much as they valued their own lives. They would constantly worry that teaching their own techniques to outsiders would lead to their enemies studying their flaws. Other than teachers and parents, there were very few people who taught their own unique techniques to others.

Meanwhile, Mo Cheng Yu thought that even though Chu Yang’s cultivation was very low and he could not possibly have any good moves, his generous way of thinking was indeed rarely seen.

The saber techniques that Chu Yang wanted to teach Mo Qing Wu was the first move of Nine Tribulations Sword: one spot of clod like radiates over a vast area.

This one move, after Chu Yang’s modification to convert it into a saber technique, had become two moves. One was for defense, while the other was for offense. Even though they were far inferior to that of the sword, it was not at all lacking in power when applied to the saber.

If this technique was used simply for defense, Mo Qing Wu’s safety would easily be guaranteed, provided that there was not a large gap in skill levels.

Chu Yang took Mo Qing Wu to train on saber techniques, while Mo Cheng Yu was left alone, deep in thoughts. Chu Yang had blatantly stated that he was only teaching this saber technique to Mo Qing Wu, hence it was not for anyone else to see. Therefore, even Mo Cheng Yu, who was Mo Qing Wu’s bodyguard, was not allowed to stand at a side to watch.

At this present moment, Mo Cheng Yu was thinking: This Chu Yang is able to make Golden Horse Riders Department send a King level master to assassinate him; his position in Iron Cloud Nation must be extremely important. But... What could his position be? Is he royalty?

Even though Chu Yang had saved his life, there was little that he knew about Chu Yang.

A short while later, Mo Cheng Yu stood up in discomfort. He always thought that Chu Yang was spoiling Mo Qing Wu in every aspect of her life, yet today was the first time that he was taken aback in this way.

Chu Yang was strict with Mo Qing Wu. His stern attitude was on par with his indulgent attitude.

"Wrong. How can you hold a saber like that? When making this move, you have to aim the saber’s point outward. Do it again!"

"Again. Idiot. Practice once more. Practice ten more times."

"Why can’t you remember the move yet? What’s wrong with you? The saber is so light and yet you still can’t hold it steadily? You didn’t eat, is that it?"

"You are really stupid. Hurry up. You’re not allowed to cry."

"If you drop the saber or forget the move again, I will spank you."

"Bop, bop!"

"Boohoo... Boohoo..."

"You are not allowed to cry. Continue practicing!"

"You’re stupider than a pig!"

Chu Yang’s yelling and little miss’s sobbing rang out continually. Mo Cheng Yu’s heart was uneasy as he paced back and forth as if he was had pins and needles. How could little miss withstand such a harsh scolding?

Chu Yang did not want to have to do this either, but Mo Cheng Yu was healing so quickly that the day Mo Qing Wu would have to leave was inching closer.

Once they returned home, Mo Qing Wu would have to face the harsh treatment of the clan. This saber could not replace her own ability, but if he could just teach Mo Qing Wu these moves, she would at least be able to defend herself. This defense technique would have to be used at certain key moments. If someone were to look down on her or if the clan had a competition... using these moves would make her practically invincible!

Besides, this was the only thing that Chu Yang could do for Mo Qing Wu. Presently, time was of the essence. If she did not train within the next few days, her life would change for the worse when she returned to the clan. If this little girl could not bear with her new lifestyle, how would she be able to train with her saber?

Hence, Chu Yang knew that there was no way to avoid being strict with her. It hurt him to see her suffer, but his countenance remained stern and cold as ice as he scolded her endlessly.

After some time, Mo Cheng Yu could no longer sit idly as he heard all the yelling and sobbing. Immediately, he ran out and saw Mo Qing Wu’s face being washed with tears. He could not help but feel anguished and gave her a hug, "Little miss, are you tired? Do you want me to beat him up?"

"Don’t." Unexpectedly, Mo Qing Wu shook her head. Although her eyes were flooded with tears, she exclaimed with great determination, "Brother Chu only wants what’s best for me!"

This statement made Mo Cheng Yu both happy and afraid at the same time, "Little miss, you have grown up!"

...

One night had passed quickly and morning had just arrived.

Meanwhile, inside Diwu Qing Rou’s prime minister manor, endless waves of people were coming and going from midnight till now.