Chapter 6, The Beans and the Peas are at Odds with Each Other

As the heir, the one responsible for ensuring his safety is naturally not just Zhang Yi alone. The Great Qin has established regulations, and the heir of the Duke is accompanied by three classes of guards totaling one hundred and twenty individuals. Among them, Ying Chong's most trusted ones are four, named Ying Fu, Ying De, Ying Ru, and Ying Yi. These four are neither brothers nor members of the Ying clan; rather, their ancestors changed their family name after entering the Ying residence. Having been arranged by their fathers from a young age to follow Ying Chong, they are thus considered relatively trustworthy. These four are neither brothers nor members of the Ying clan; rather, their ancestors changed their family name after entering the Ying residence. Having been arranged by their fathers from a young age to follow Ying Chong, they are thus considered relatively trustworthy.

Ying Chong let out a disdainful snort and strode forward, unwilling to spare even a glance at that person. Zhang Yi, aware of the source of this individual's inner turmoil, inwardly cursed himself for being foolish, wondering why he could not control his own tongue. He then followed closely behind Ying Chong, matching his pace.

Fortunately, it was not a vital point. Ying Fei let out a muffled grunt and staggered back several steps before finally stabilizing himself. His tall and slender figure seemed on the verge of collapsing, yet Ying Fei managed to stand upright with great effort, fixing a deadly gaze upon Zhang Yi. It seemed as if he could pierce through Zhang Yi's body, directly targeting Ying Chong.

Upon witnessing this, Ying Chong let out a long, unrestrained laugh, filled with contempt not only in his voice but also in his disdainful gaze. However, this action seemed to thoroughly infuriate Ying Fei, as an unusual flush of red appeared on his clear and fair face. With a roar of anger, the shadow of the spear suddenly reappeared, a glimmer of cold light shooting straight towards his throat

Ying Fei also had personal bodyguards, two seventh-tier martial generals rushed over, using both hands and feet to deflect more than twenty marbles and flying knives. However, several marbles still could not be blocked, and Ying Fei was caught off guard, his entire vital energy being pierced through, with the marbles penetrating his body, and in an instant, several jets of blood gushed out.

Ying Chong had long anticipated such a turn of events and could not be bothered to pay it any mind, continuing on with a smile in his eyes: "My nephew has matters to attend to outside, my apologies. If my aunt has any advice, please feel free to speak openly."

Today, Ying Chong felt an ominous premonition despite his usual confidence, and as he stepped outside, he felt a sense of trepidation. He has always trusted his instincts and thought that once he ventured out, unforeseen events could occur. It was also likely that he would encounter some difficulties when receiving the true teachings of the Evil Emperor. To guard against any unexpected incidents, Ying Chong felt it would be prudent to bring along more guards for peace of mind

However, immediately afterward, Ying Chong surprisingly did not get angry but instead smiled, his eyes wide open without even blinking, as he braved the onslaught of the blades that surged like waves, taking a sudden step forward. It was as if he was offering his forehead, his very life, to the tip of the spear.

General An Xibo and General Ying were summoned by His Majesty today and had already rushed to the palace by the hour of Chen

However, he had just taken a step when the middle-aged noblewoman shouted at him angrily: "Ying Chong, stop right there!"

As long as it can repair the martial veins and allow him to step back into the martial path, Ying Chong believes he can bear any cost.

As soon as Ying Chong stepped out of the courtyard, he suddenly remembered that today was indeed the twenty-ninth of September. It was also the day foretold by the stone tablet when he would obtain the legacy of the Eternal Evil Emperor and the Gongshu inheritance.

Ying Chong hesitated for only a moment before walking out again, but to be on the safe side, he still brought his guards with him

Ying Fei was taken aback upon seeing this, as he watched Zhang Yi swiftly move in front of Ying Chong, using his broad and sturdy body to shield the latter. Conversely, he found himself in a perilous situation. He could only redirect the force of his spear once more, the red tassel swirling and spreading out like a vast canopy, covering the front and sides of his body. This created a flurry of sparks in the confined space, accompanied by a series of explosive sounds of 'dang dang dang'.

Zhang Yi's news is not obscure; Ying Chong is wealthy, so naturally, there is no shortage of ears and eyes in the Duke An's residence.

The anger in the noblewoman's eyes seemed capable of melting Ying Chong: "Although the Wu Yang Ying family has served in the military for generations, they have also been taught by Confucian scholars! Do you not know the principles of filial piety and brotherly respect? Is this how you treat your elders? Has your elder brother (referring to the eldest brother here) and the Xiang family not taught you? Why did you injure your cousin without reason? At such a young age, your actions are so ruthless. Do you understand the punishment for fratricide according to our clan's rules?" Why did you injure your cousin without reason? At such a young age, your actions are so ruthless. Do you understand the punishment for fratricide according to our clan's rules?

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi immediately understood what his young master was contemplating, and with a helpless look in his eyes, he said: "In the past few days, those three have all come to visit, but they were all stopped by the old master."

Countless marbles were suddenly scattered like a tempestuous storm. Additionally, seven flying daggers intermingled among them, their cold gleam flashing momentarily before vanishing.

Ying Chong anticipated that it would be like this, and then asked: "What about grandfather? Where is he now?"

It is said that at the time of departure, both of your faces looked quite unpleasant

Moreover, this fortune and virtue are all possessed by martial artists at the seventh rank of the Martial Marquis realm, whose strength is only slightly inferior to that of Zhang Yi. Even in this city, where experts abound, they cannot be considered weak. Especially after Ying Chong spent a considerable amount of money to customize a set of special Seven Star Ink Armors for each of them, their combat power has become even more formidable

This action not only caught Zhang Yi off guard, leaving him unprepared, but even Ying Fei was equally astonished, hurriedly retracting his force. However, having exerted himself just moments before, this sudden withdrawal of strength was akin to redirecting immense power back onto himself. Not only did the spear's shadow become chaotic, but he also felt a tightness in his chest, and a trace of blood involuntarily spilled from his mouth

At this moment, not only did Ying Chong frown, but even Zhang Yi, who was beside him, also showed an expression of anger. This second young master is truly overstepping his bounds! He is fully aware that the heir's martial veins have been damaged and that he can no longer practice martial arts, yet he still seeks to pressure the heir with the might of his spear.

That is his cousin Ying Fei, who is also the eldest son of his uncle, General Ying Shiji of Huaihua. If Ying Chong cannot inherit the Star Picking Divine Armor, then this Duke of Anguo's residence will most likely fall into the hands of his cousin.

On this outing, Ying Chong was accompanied by Ying Fu and Ying De, and he also brought along the ink armor. Zhang Yi was the same, also following Ying Chong's orders, bringing his own ninth-tier ink armor, 'Spirit Guard.' At this moment, all three had several attendants with them, each carrying a three-foot-tall black box.

Outside Cuiyi Garden lies a vast training ground, belonging to the Wuyang Ying family, a lineage with a military heritage. A few years ago, when Ying Shentong was constructing the Duke's residence, he left behind a large area comparable to a military training ground, designated as a place for himself and his private soldiers to practice martial arts.

However, the silver projectiles were too dense, and the angles at which the flying daggers were shot were exceptionally tricky and sudden. Even if Ying Fei exerted all his strength to block, several dozen beads and four flying daggers still managed to get through.

It is the Ying family's heirloom, the Panlong Spear

Ying Chong could not help but stamp his foot, glancing sideways once more. Immediately, he saw the shadow of a spear rushing over from not far away. A fierce gust of wind instantly enveloped him from all sides. The air blades whistled around his ears.

Ying Chong still does not believe that the prophecy inscribed on the stele will come true, and if it were true, he would be pleased to see it, even to the extent of saying that he is quite looking forward to it

Knowing that this person would not dare to harm anyone, Zhang Yi still could not help but clench his fists. If Ying Fei showed even the slightest intention of making a mistake, he would undoubtedly take action to teach this young man a lesson

Looking at the sky again, today is indeed a sunny day, with bright sunshine and a cloudless expanse.

He exerted himself to suppress the instinct to retreat. As Ying Chong's thoughts stirred, his hands concealed within his sleeves immediately pressed down on the mechanisms of the "Linked Blade Box" and "Sleeve Pearl".

If it were only this, it would still be bearable, but Ying Chong could still sense the overwhelming killing intent of the master of the spear shadow, which was not concealed in the slightest. Through the layers of spear blades, Ying Chong exchanged a glance with Ying Fei and saw in those eyes a flicker of beast-like fury and hatred.

Ying Chong glanced over and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his lips. He thought to himself that after just a few days of not seeing this guy, he had actually reached the sixth level of the Martial Sovereign realm, making such rapid progress

Ying Chong was also momentarily taken aback, as he had not anticipated such an outcome. Before he could fully react, he heard a somewhat piercing scream from a distance. Turning his head, he saw an elegantly dressed middle-aged noblewoman rushing towards him, accompanied by a large entourage of maids and nannies. In just a moment, she arrived and embraced Ying Fei, who was standing in front of him, with tears in her eyes.

Zhang Yi also took a careful look and then exclaimed: "The Second Young Master's talent in martial arts is truly astonishing. His spear technique has reached a level of perfection, approaching the realm of transcendence. At not even fourteen years old, he has achieved such mastery."

Ying Chong was taken aback, his breath momentarily stifled, and he instinctively wanted to retreat. He had a keen eye for martial arts and could tell at a glance that this time Ying Fei was determined to exert his full strength. He could not understand what had driven this fellow to such madness, as he was genuinely intent on taking Ying Chong's life.

Zhang Yi beside him had already made his move, and it would only take a moment for him to intercept. Yet at this moment, Ying Chong was also engulfed by a surge of anger, filled with overwhelming hatred. He was furious at his own helplessness in the face of the myriad shadows of spears, and he loathed himself for feeling a trace of fear and trepidation before the terrifying blade light. If only his martial veins had not been destroyed, if he could still cultivate, how could he have ended up in such a situation

Although Ying Chong did not wish to pay attention to his cousin, as he took a detour around the training ground and had only walked halfway, he suddenly felt a sharp intent of a spear locking onto him tightly

"Non-Er, how are you? Does the wound hurt? Is it serious? How can there be so much blood? By the way, doctor! What are you all waiting for? Why haven't you called the house physician yet?"

Ying Chong cast a glance at his 'aunt' and then exchanged a look with Ying Fei. After a moment, Ying Chong slightly raised the corner of his lips and turned to head straight towards the gate of the residence

Only today in this place, there are not many people present. In the center of the training ground, there is only a young man practicing his marksmanship. The flickering shadows of the gun resemble a great snake, coiling and dancing wildly, stirring the wind and clouds, impenetrable by needles and unsoakable by water

To understand this world, only the divine-grade ink armor can self-create a void and conceal the entire set of ink armor within it. Below the divine grade, one can only carry these cumbersome ink armors in a specially designed box. This box is also custom-made, called the 'Gathering Yuan Box', which can not only accommodate ink armor up to two zhang in height but can also reduce a weight of three hundred stones to less than three stones, allowing an ordinary third-grade warrior to lift it. Furthermore, it can gather spiritual energy within the box to nourish the ink armor. This box is also custom-made, called the 'Gathering Yuan Box', which can not only accommodate ink armor up to two zhang in height but can also reduce a weight of three hundred stones to less than three stones, allowing an ordinary third-grade warrior to lift it. Furthermore, it can gather spiritual energy within the box to nourish the ink armor

I was probably taken to the palace for a reprimand, how could my complexion possibly improve

Ying Chong let out a laugh and then walked out of Cuiyi Garden without any hesitation. His injuries have mostly healed by now, and after staying in this residence for eight days, he was truly bored to death