Chapter 2564: Chapter 122: Six Bodies Cross the Life-and-Death Tribulation, Storms Unite as Dragons and Tigers Clash!
Gao Country’s Crown Prince, Li Bangyou, retreated while pointing at Xiang Qian: "Grandmaster Yu Jingqiu intends to rebel, seeking to harm the nation’s heir. My Gao Country’s loyal soldiers, let’s kill him together!"
Even before today’s studies, he had secretly used the seal as a Crown Prince, falsifying the King’s orders to discreetly mobilize the troops nearby, ready to encircle once the hour arrived.
Based on the strength of these armored soldiers alone, of course, they couldn’t kill Yu Jingqiu, who was in the God Descending Realm, but would Yu Jingqiu really resist?
If he dared to massacre within the palace gardens, whether or not Yu Jingqiu betrayed, he would be seen as a traitor, and his lifelong reputation would be destroyed in an instant.
To Li Bangyou, who hadn’t yet developed any significant individual combat power, he was in extreme danger throughout this process, as his life largely depended on Yu Jingqiu’s decision.
But it was worth betting on!
There are many things that risk losing one’s head, and a coup is certainly one of the most dangerous choices. Scouring through history books, seizing the throne and contending with power ministers are always bloody affairs, with heads rolling.
Li Bangyou wasn’t sure if Yu Jingqiu was sufficiently restrained or blindly loyal. Although his analysis was thorough and verified many times, one’s true nature is only revealed in life-or-death moments. He was even less certain if Li Ji, already on the return journey, would spare him. Li Ji held Yu Jingqiu in high regard, and Gao Country desperately needed Yu Jingqiu at present.
But this was the only crisis that Li Bangyou, in his identity, could transcend after much deliberation!
The crisis of this life started with Yu Jingqiu and later with Li Ji; his fate was always controlled by others, only able to maneuver using his identity as Li Bangyou. For someone who was accustomed to controlling the entire situation, this was his most challenging crisis.
Yet where in the world is there a foolproof plan?
Having walked to where he was by relying step by step on himself, he was long accustomed to taking risks.
Li Bangyou forced himself to remain calm as he stepped back, his youthful face unable to hide his fear. In the tide of towering armored soldiers, his small stature was nearly invisible.
But as he looked back outside the palace gardens, his cold eyes mirrored the mottled palace walls and a surging crowd. And this country’s Grandmaster, the foremost expert in the God Descending Realm...
Did not charge out.
...
...
Yu Liangfu withdrew his gaze from the distance.
The words "White Deer Academy" shimmering under the sunlight, flowed with brilliance, abandoned behind as the youth shifted his gaze.
"Hey! Country hick!" a voice full of arrogance shouted, "Go clean up the shooting range!"
A chorus of laughter ensued.
A group of people surrounded someone, walking past Yu Liangfu.
White Deer Academy was one of Qingya Academy’s subordinate schools, reputedly the best affiliate.
Each year, several excellent students successfully entered Qingya Academy for further studies.
The individual currently encircled by the masses, Li Yuwu, was the most promising in this class, even likely to become a direct disciple of Qingya.
While Yu Liangfu was merely the dullest student at White Deer Academy.
He couldn’t compose poems, couldn’t write rhapsodies, couldn’t form characters, couldn’t master swordsmanship—nothing succeeded.
Others retained what they read without forgetting; he forgot the back when memorizing the front, and forgot the front having memorized the back. The same text, Li Yuwu could recite after one read, while he stammered even after five or six days.
Why he offended Li Yuwu he had forgotten, but ultimately lacked the insight, thereby frequently subjected to bullying, a natural consequence.
Initially, he resisted fiercely, but each defiance led to harsher beatings.
Once, he was so severely bullied, half-dying, thrown into a river, nearly losing his life. After being rescued, he fell gravely ill, becoming increasingly silent thereafter.
Being bullied, he no longer resisted, allowing himself to be hit and scolded.
Over time, it truly held no meaning, and Li Yuwu seldom bullied him now, only occasionally ordering him around.
Like today, after the senior brothers finished archery, he was told to go tidy up, and that was all.
Such a regular matter?
But unexpectedly, Yu Liangfu, sitting on the stone steps, did not move, nor even glance in their direction.
"Huh?" Li Yuwu turned his head: "You’re not moving yet?"
"Are you deaf?" his followers shouted.
A particularly eager senior brother rolled up his sleeves and started toward them: "Yu, Senior Brother Li is speaking to you, can’t you hear him?"
"I was planning to enjoy playing with you all..." Yu Liangfu finally turned his head, looking at them, a hint of helpless smile appearing on his dull face: "But now, I have no time."
"What does no time mean?" An irritated Li Yuwu quickly turned around, drew his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming at Yu Liangfu: "Hurry up! Delay a step, and I’ll perforate you; believe it or not?"
Shooting groundhogs was an amusing game, an arrow after arrow firing behind, forcing the opponent to scamper like a rabbit, undeniably entertaining.
The same senior brother, sleeves rolled, had already reached Yu Liangfu, cursing as he swung a slap downward: "No time, no time, going back for mourning, are you... ah ah ah ah... ah!"
His slap was effortlessly caught by Yu Liangfu, who then twisted, snapping the wrist bone. A jerk, and his entire arm crackled with ruptures, completely crippled!
Painfully, he knelt before Yu Liangfu, crying miserably, trying to flee in fear.
But his wrist was tightly clutched by Yu Liangfu, unable to break free, resembling a twisted struggling dog. His right hand had become the chain that imprisoned him.
"Yu Liangfu! Let go!" Li Yuwu tensed his bowstring, the arrowhead gleaming coldly: "Otherwise, I’ll kill you and have my reasons!"
