The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 309: Yang Xuanfeng

Chapter 309: Chapter 309: Yang Xuanfeng

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“Let him in,” said Yang Jianye.

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin down below showed a hint of surprise and curiosity on his face. The Eldest Imperial Son? Wasn’t that Yang Xuanfeng?

Yang Pojun had mentioned that Yang Xuanfeng was in isolation. Why did he show up at this time?

However, Fang Lin also wanted to get a glimpse of the young man hailed as the top young talent of the Daqian Kingdom and how extraordinary he really was.

Soon, a man with a confident stride walked in.

Yang Xuanfeng appeared to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. His appearance was nothing outstanding, yet he exuded an aura of maturity and slight weariness was visible between his brows.

Compared to the other princes, Yang Xuanfeng seemed to have no striking features. At first glance, he would give an impression of being quite ordinary.

But Fang Lin felt quite differently. Yang Xuanfeng was extraordinary, emitting an aura of unfathomable depth.

Moreover, Fang Lin noticed that both Yang Wanshan, who was kneeling on the ground with blood still seeping from his forehead, and Yang Pojun standing by his side, unconsciously displayed a look of awe upon seeing Yang Xuanfeng.

The fact that Yang Wanshan and Yang Pojun, also princes, showed such respect towards Yang Xuanfeng was indeed significant.

It indicated that Yang Xuanfeng had gained unparalleled prestige among many princes. Even the other princes would unconsciously feel inferior when facing him.

Yang Xuanfeng came forward, without even sparing a glance at Yang Wanshan who was lying on the ground. He first saluted Han Luoyun with a fist-and-palm salute, then proceeded to salute Yang Jianye at the head of the room.

“My respects to the Emperor,” said Yang Xuanfeng in a solemn voice.

Yang Jianye nodded his head and said: “Xuanfeng, it’s good that you’re here. I’d like to hear your opinion on a matter.”

With expressionless face, Yang Xuanfeng raises his head, “Father Emperor, I am already aware of my second brother’s affairs. The responsibility lies solely with him. Father Emperor should handle this justly, to do right by my fourth brother and Fang Lin.”

Upon hearing these words, Yang Wanshan felt a cold chill down his spine. He sat immobile on the ground, as if he were dead.

After speaking, Yang Xuanfeng glanced towards Fang Lin but his look was simply that – a glance, revealing nothing.

“Since that’s the case, from this day forward, Yang Wanshan will no longer hold the status of prince of my Daqian royal family. He will be expelled from the royal family and imprisoned for thirty years,” decreed Yang Jianye, sighing in his heart.

Such punishment, for a prince like him, was undeniably harsh. Losing everything he once had and being imprisoned for thirty years, this was akin to a torment worse than death.

Upon hearing the verdict, Yang Wanshan screamed, spat blood, and fainted.

Two Purple Armored Guards approached and dragged Yang Wanshan away.

It was at this time that Han Luoyun spoke: “Since His Majesty has already punished Yang Wanshan, our Purple Mist Sect will no longer pursue this matter.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin instantly understood. He hurriedly clasped his fists and said to Yang Jianye: “Thank you Your Majesty for upholding justice on this junior’s behalf. I am deeply grateful.”

Shaking his head with a sigh, Yang Jianye responded with a bitter smile: “This wrongdoing is ultimately on the royal family. We have raised such a failure and it is the royal family that should apologize.”

Fang Lin fell silent. The best outcome to this incident would be for it to end right here. If anyone insists on perpetuating it, it would really risk fracturing the relationship between the royal family and the Purple Mist Sect.

“Father Emperor, having heard about Fang Lin winning the alternate spot in the tri-nation competition, I am curious about his abilities. I request your approval, as well as Sect Master Han’s, for a duel with Fang Lin,” proposed Yang Xuanfeng.

Upon hearing these words, Fang Lin was taken aback. Without any prior dispute, why would Yang Xuanfeng suddenly want to compete with him?

Yang Pojun quickly interrupted: “Big brother, maybe we can skip the duel.”

But Yang Xuanfeng simply smiled: “Fourth brother, you know my temperament. I cannot pass up a worthy opponent.”

Following this, Yang Xuanfeng looked directly at Fang Lin, challenging, “Would you dare to fight me in a duel to the first touch?”

Upon hearing this, there was a touch of tension in the air. Fang Lin furrowed his brows, What’s his problem? Why would he force others into a duel?

Yang Jianye scolded, “Xuanfeng, do not be impolite!”

Yang Xuanfeng made a slight bow to Han Luoyun to apologize: “Sect Master Han, forgive me for my slight. I simply wish to spar with Fang Lin.”

Han Luoyun smiled faintly: “Xuanfeng’s strength is naturally far superior to that of my disappointing disciple. If we’re to really have a competition, there should be added conditions.”

“Oh? I wonder what condition Sect Master Han wishes to add?” asked Yang Xuanfeng.

Han Luoyun pointed at Fang Lin: “My disciple’s realm is already inferior to yours. To fight fairly, if Fang Lin can withstand fifteen moves from you, he will be declared the winner. What do you think?”

Yang Xuanfeng was slightly taken aback, he didn’t expect Han Luoyun would propose that. Although it did seem to make the competition more fair.

After all, there was a gap between their realms. One was at the peak of the Earth Element Ninth Layer and the other at the Earth Element Seventh Layer, this was not a small difference.

Furthermore, Yang Xuanfeng was considered the best among the younger generation of the royal family. The competition was unfair from the start, so what fairness was there to maintain?

Han Luoyun’s proposal was indeed fair. As long as Fang Lin can withstand fifteen moves, he will win. If not, then he is the loser.

After a moment of contemplation, Yang Xuanfeng agreed.

Fang Lin rolled his eyes at Han Luoyun. What kind of mentor act like this? If I can’t withstand even fifteen moves, wouldn’t it be a huge humiliation?

Han Luoyun, however, had a faint smile on his face, seeming to look forward to the duel between Fang Lin and Yang Xuanfeng.

Yang Pojun patted Fang Lin’s shoulder, giving him a look of consolation as if telling Fang Lin, take care.

Meanwhile, Yang Jianye at the head of the room immediately voiced his concern: “Young master Fang Lin, if you really can’t hold on, you should surrender immediately. Don’t let Xuanfeng hurt you.”

Fang Lin said nothing, feeling speechless. One after another, they didn’t have faith in me. Why the hell should I even participate in this competition?

At this moment, someone outside announced, “Princess Yanyu requests an audience.”

Upon hearing Princess Yanyu, Fang Lin’s face turned green. Was that not Yang Yanyu with whom an unpleasant incident occurred last night?

Yang Pojun also looked a little strange. He glanced at Fang Lin, then at Yang Xuanfeng, who stood unaffected, as if contemplating something.

“Hehe, that little Yanyu is here too, let her in,” Yang Jianye said with a smile. His mood seemed to improve.

Han Luoyun also laughed and said, “Yanyu? I haven’t seen her in years.”

Yang Yanyu hopped in eagerly. However, when she saw Fang Lin, her face instantly turned sour.

“Rascal!” said Yang Yanyu, gritting her teeth.