Chapter 3: The Carefree King Doesn't Waste Materials

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  A light thud, a figure landed in front of the white jade carved dragon statue not far from the Dragon Emperor Palace.

  Tall and majestic, with a bronze-like complexion, his facial features were clear-cut and deep, like a Greek sculpture. His dark, profound eyes seemed wild and untamed, exuding an evil yet beautiful charm. Wearing a light grey-black armor, carrying a coarse linen bag on his back, he emitted an aura that shook the heavens. On his wickedly handsome face, a hint of an unruly smile played at this moment.

  A purple heavy sword on his back, a black cloak revealing mystery.

  "Who is this! How dare you trespass on the imperial palace!"

  In the blink of an eye, ten figures descended, surrounding him. Their bodies burst forth with green auras of varying depths, and these ten individuals were all powerful swordsmen from the same sect!

  Not far away, three mages floated closer with their wands in hand.

  At the gate of the Imperial Palace, a young swordsman fell there, with a faint blue aura rising from his body.

  He was the newly promoted First Class Swordmaster, Kuroki, a thirty-five-year-old Swordmaster. Kuroki was recognized as a genius among geniuses in the Tenryu Empire, to the point where Swordmaster Kalpan didn't enter until he was fifty-three years old.

  Looking at the figure surrounded by many masters in the distance, Kuroki's body trembled involuntarily. He deeply felt the opponent's strength! This is the difference between a stone and a mountain. Even when facing the 9th rank swordmaster, he had never had such a feeling. A conclusion flashed out in his mind: he was the Sword Saint!

  The top ten swordsmen and the three demon masters were also having a hard time, the overwhelming pressure made it impossible for them to take a step forward, not even able to utter a questioning voice. They too knew that their opponent was extremely powerful, this aura made them feel like they were just a drop of water in the vast ocean. But even if they couldn't withstand it, they would rather die than retreat one step, because behind them stood the Imperial Emperor's palace!

  "I am Kalpan! I want to see Your Majesty!" The voice was like an ice pick, making everyone tremble. Kalpan Sword Saint is the supreme glory of the Empire, and many people take him as their idol and goal, often hearing his name but never seeing him, yet now he stands before them!

  "Lord Kapan, please wait a moment, I'll go and report!"

  "Hmm!" Kapen nodded, standing tall without looking down, no complacency, this is the great accomplishment, the grandeur of a great hero.

  A sword sect flew away, and the others also put away their weapons. They looked at Kapan's handsome appearance and couldn't believe that Kapan Sword Master was already over a hundred years old, although the lifespan of a sword master could reach over five hundred years.

  However, legend has it that only when one reaches the ninth peak of Jianzun can they freely stop their appearance at a certain stage, and enter the Holy Stage, which is another height. The strong in the Holy Stage have endless life, an eternally youthful body, and the only thing that may die is that lonely heart.

  The dark green figure returned, dispersing the fighting spirit, and gave Kapen a most respectful swordsman's salute. "Lord Kapen, His Majesty requests your presence!"

  In front of the palace gate, Karpan glanced at Kuroki not far away and nodded slightly. "Don't pay too much attention to rank, skill and experience are equally important. If you have the chance, go deep into the mountains to practice. With a solid foundation, your combat power will be brought out to the extreme!"

  "Xie Ka Pan Jian Zun reminds!" Kluo Xi cupped her hands in gratitude to Ka Pan, this is a strong recognition of oneself, if you are trash, no one will look at you.

  "Young lad, the title of 'Sword Emperor' has long been forever gone from me!" He said with a faint smile, and then pushed open the door and entered.

  Kroxi was shocked, as if struck by a thunderbolt on a clear day. Although he had guessed a few points, when he really confirmed it, his excitement was beyond words. Kapen was also his idol back then!

  "Five hundred years! The first Sword Saint was born! And it's in our Tianlong Empire!"

  …………

  Long Yan sat on the purple wooden dragon head chair, looking at Kapan coming in and immediately standing up to say: "Kapan, it's been a long time since I've seen you, finally back, what good news have you brought me?"

  Kapan put down the package behind him and said, "Your Majesty, I have brought you only good news!"

  "Speak! You know my habits."

  "Your Majesty, look!" Kapen opened the package and the contents spilled out - five bloody human heads.

  "What is this?"

  "Your Majesty, here are the heads of the five assassins who killed the Ninth Prince!" Kapan's voice was icy, but Long Yanbao's heart was racing with excitement.

  "Kapan! You've done a great job! You're indeed the pride of our empire!" Long Yanbao excitedly walked up and gave Kapan a big hug...

  "Fifth time! Holy Light!"

  A flash of golden light, a night of hard work, and Long Tianyu felt that his injuries had healed by more than half! Except for some drowsiness, the pain had dissipated a lot.

  The skills of the demon beasts are indeed powerful!

  "Just as Xiaosan said, this 'Holy Light' spell can recover from any injury in just a few uses, as long as it's not over-leveled! If I learn it up to level 10, won't the Pope be left far behind by me?!"

  Long Tianyu slowly moved his arm, he still didn't have the strength to stand up. According to his memory, he was a third-stage swordsman, and being a third-stage swordsman at the age of ten was already quite good. However, this time he suffered such severe injuries, and it was unknown what aftereffects would be left behind.

  The little universe is still lively and active, as long as he's fine, everything else doesn't matter!

  The door was suddenly pushed open gently, and Long Tianyu immediately lay still, motionless.

  "Your Imperial Highness!"

  The maid standing at the door looked at the Crown Prince in surprise as he entered, and there was no one outside to announce his arrival.

  "Shh! Be quiet!"

  The eldest son, Long Tianao, gently closed the door and tiptoed quietly to the bedside of Long Tianyu. As a first-class Sword King, he didn't need to be so careful with his footsteps, but he was afraid that if he wasn't careful, he would startle his ninth brother who was sleeping.

  Long Yanba has nine children, the eldest Long Tianao is 20 years old this year, and the youngest Long Tianyu just turned ten years old. The nine children are surprisingly very harmonious and have not had any infighting.

  Moreover, the death of Second Prince Long Tianjie, Fifth Prince Long Tiantu, and Seventh Princess Long Tianyu made them exceptionally united and affectionate. Sixth Prince Long Tianmo lost both legs, but his heart, which was about to fall, came back to life under the care of his two sisters, Long Tianling and Long Tianwei.

  It must be said that the phrase "royal families have no relatives" does not exist in the imperial family of the Tianlong Empire.

  Long Tian Ao gazed at his brother wrapped like a mummy on the stretcher, and a towering rage ignited in his heart. "Blood Feather Empire! This life, this world, I will not rest until I have my revenge!"

  " Ninth brother, can you hear big brother's voice?" Looking at Long Tianyu staring at him with his eyes open, Long Tianao asked softly.

  "It's much better," Long Tianyu replied softly.

  " Ninth brother, you can actually speak! That's great!" Long Tianao excitedly grabbed Long Tianyu's hand.

  "Ow! Ow! Big brother!"

  "Right, sorry Ninth Brother! Big Brother got excited! Are you okay?"

  "It's okay,"

  " Ninth brother, I've got a surprise for you! Big brother is giving you a treasure! You'll definitely love it!" As soon as he heard the word "treasure", Long Tianyu's eyes sparkled with excitement, making Long Tianao extremely pleased.

  Long Tian Ao's hand inadvertently landed on Long Tian Yu's pulse, and his smiling face suddenly turned heavy.

  "Big brother, what's wrong?" Long Tianyu asked weakly.

  "Big brother?" Seeing Long Tianao's determined exploration of his own body, he himself also began to suspect that something was seriously wrong.

  " Ninth brother! Didn't Father Emperor tell you about your situation?" Frowning, Long Tian'ao asked in puzzlement.

  "No, big brother, what's wrong with me? Tell me." Long Tian'ao usually spoiled his ninth brother the most. Whenever he came up with a new and ingenious method, he would teach it to Tianyu so that he wouldn't take a detour in his future cultivation. Even the good stuff was given to Tianyu first, which made Tianwei, that mischievous little girl, have a mouth that could hang an oil bottle.

  "Let your father tell you then."

  "Big brother, just tell Ninth Brother already. Anyway, we'll have to face it sooner or later! If Father Emperor finds out, he'll be heartbroken again."

  Long Tianyu's words hit the nail on the head, and Long Tianao withdrew his breath, saying lightly: "Tianyu, your tendons and bones are damaged, and it will be difficult to recover for the rest of your life. In that case, you can't cultivate Dou Qi. If you cultivate to become a Sword Master, your body won't be able to withstand the intense Dou Qi! Your skeleton will be destroyed by the Dou Qi in your body, or directly explode!"

  "Big brother, I can still cultivate magic!"

  "Tianyu, how could you forget? Our Long family is born with a fighting spirit and bloodline. Although we can absorb elements to enhance our magical powers, due to the reason of our bloodline, we Long family fundamentally cannot cast magic!"

  "Can't use magic?" What about your own 'Holy Light', how to explain it, is the skill of the demon beast jumping out of the three realms and not in the five elements?

  " Ninth brother, don't worry, your third sister is also not physically weak and can cultivate internal energy and magic! In the future, you can become a general, a marshal commanding thousands of troops and horses, equally mighty and unmatched!"

  Long Tian Ao was drumming up the universe, looking at him as if he didn't seem to be heartbroken. For his younger brother's mentality, he secretly admired him in his heart. If it were himself, a man being called "trash" by others behind his back, he couldn't take it!

  "Your Imperial Highness! There's still half an hour before the morning court!" A voice came from outside the door.

  "9th brother, big brother has left first, come see you next time, take good rest!"

  See Long Tian'ao off, Long Tianyu lay on the couch, thinking about his own future...

  As Long Tianao said, "The Ninth Prince was seriously injured in the assassination attempt, with both his tendons and meridians damaged, and he will never be able to cultivate to become a Sword Master for the rest of his life." This news spread from an unknown source and spread throughout the entire Tianlong Empire within two days!

  Even if Long Yan had the heart to "stop the wind", it didn't have much effect, so he simply let them talk, and when this gust of wind passed, everything would naturally be fine.

  "Xiao San, what should I do? I can't cultivate Dou Qi or cast magic! Can't upgrade my level! Am I supposed to just learn 'Holy Light Technique' and become a boring Temple mage who goes around saving people? Or wait for big brother to become the crown prince and then be made a useless Wang in the palace, indulging in luxuries and being laughed at by the people of this continent? I can't take such humiliation! I want to get stronger! I want power! I want beautiful women! I want freedom..."

  The darkness dissipated, and Long Tianyu could only accept reality. At least he still had an advantage - being born into the imperial family, he could strive to become a civil official, a strategist.

  But I like a life without constraints, no one can restrain myself, the identity of the carefree king is not bad, but what I want to be is a powerful carefree king, absolutely not a useless carefree king!

  After a long silence, Xiao San's mechanical voice echoed in Long Tianyu's mind: "Master, you actually still have a glimmer of hope!"