Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor-Chapter 387 - 397: Thunderous Measures

"Don’t touch my lady!" Maid Little Lan, though only at the level of a Swordsman in cultivation, bravely stood in front of Miss Qiao and blocked the burly military general who wanted to act violently.

The deterrent maid stopped the rough-bearded general.

"Scum, get out of the way!" With his hand large as a fan, the rough-bearded general slapped her, directly knocking Little Lan to the ground.

Half of her face was now greatly swollen with five clear, red finger marks left on it.

Blood hung from the corner of her mouth.

"Whoever dares to obstruct this general will end up like this!" The imposing general intimidated everyone fiercely with his threat.

In fact, this wasn’t the first time he had his sights on Miss Qiao.

However, last time he was desperately blocked by the maids and house slaves of the Sword King Mansion. Worried about escalating things, he had to retreat in embarrassment.

Today, Prince Jianyun had ordered him to come and persuade Miss Qiao to write a letter of surrender, to advise Chu Jianlan to capitulate.

Using this opportunity, the rough-bearded general came to harass Miss Qiao again.

"I heard that the two useless princes of your Sword King Mansion both married ravishing beauties for wives. Who knows what kind of dumb luck Chu Jianlan and that guy Chu Feng had encountered?"

"I must snatch all of them. Only a heroically martial person like me deserves them," declared the general.

The rough-bearded military general’s expression was ferocious, and he grew angrier as he spoke.

Why was it that two waste princes could marry such delicate and beautiful wives? His majestic self ended up marrying a wife with a barrel waist and pancake face.

The rough-bearded general felt a sense of injustice.

He inched closer to Miss Qiao, aiming to forcefully abduct the Princess under broad daylight and in front of throngs of people, clearly showing no regard for Sword King Mansion.

Moreover, given that Chu Jianlan was saddled with the heinous crime of rebellion, his downfall was inevitable.

"Don’t you dare harm our Princess!"

Chu Danzi and Mo Shang, leading a group of house slaves, risked their lives to block the rough-bearded general. However, the general, striking left and right, easily beat them all down like collapsing flowers and flowing water.

Chu Danzi even had his front teeth knocked out.

Mo Shang was also beaten until he vomited blood.

Having cleared the obstacles, the rough-bearded general, in his unstoppable ferocity, had finally cornered Miss Qiao.

"Hehe, my beauty, just accept your fate. Later, you’ll write another surrender letter to that rebel Chu Jianlan. Then, this general might actually consider, begging for your husband’s leniency," he sneered.

The rough-bearded military general took pleasure in seeing her tremble in fear, like a small, frightened lamb.

"You, you keep away, my little uncle is a disciple of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. You dare to mess with Sword King Mansion, he will not let you off when he returns," Miss Qiao could only resort to intimidating the general with Chu Feng’s status as a disciple of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect at this moment.

Her left hand silently slipped into her sleeve, holding onto a sharp dagger.

It’s unclear whether she prepared it to commit suicide in a moment of despair, to avoid being defiled and maintain her virtue, or if she intended to attempt an assault on the rough-bearded general.

"Haha, your little uncle? You mean that waste Chu Feng?"

"A waste with no sword meridians, how he even got into the Ten Thousand Sword Sect is beyond me. Even if he did, he’s probably the least of them. Maybe just a Sword Slave!"

"Even if that waste comes back, this general can knock him down with a single palm."

"My beauty, you might as well resign yourself! Not even the king of heaven can save you, let alone your worthless little uncle," he taunted.

The rough-bearded general, with his arms spread wide like a ravenous tiger leaping for its prey, lunged towards Miss Qiao once again.

At this critical moment, a figure flew in from outside, reaching the vicinity in the blink of an eye.

"Stop!"

Following a cold shout, Chu Feng emerged.

The bearded military general’s good fortune was interrupted, and he was clearly displeased. He turned around abruptly, glaring at Chu Feng with an evil aura, "Whose belt isn’t fastened properly that let you, a damn mongrel, burst out here?"

"Who are you?"

"Do you know who I am? The newly promoted Imperial Left General by Prince Jianyun..."

The bearded general had intended to flaunt his authority before Chu Feng and then slap him dead with one palm. However, he didn’t expect Chu Feng to be more ruthless.

With a flash of the Demon Slaying Sword in his hand, he crippled the bearded general on the spot. The general’s face twisted in agony, clutching his vitals as blood kept dripping down.

"I am exactly that ’waste’ Chu Feng you were just talking about! You dared to lay a hand on my sister-in-law; cutting off your evil root is just the beginning."

"Tie this scoundrel up!"

Chu Feng didn’t even glance at the bearded general, who now wore a look of resentment and seemed eager to devour him.

"You little beast, I’ll fight you to the death!" To the bearded general’s shock, Chu Feng had arrived at this urgent moment. And his strength had become so formidable.

But as someone who was valued and promoted by Prince Jianyun, his own strength was naturally not weak either.

In the Jianyun Dynasty, he was absolutely considered a master.

Now emasculated, he was filled with boundless killing intent and roared furiously, drawing his sword to slash at Chu Feng.

"Pfft!"

With a flash of sword light, the bearded general’s right arm was severed at the shoulder, blood gushing out. He screamed tragically and fainted on the spot.

A mere Great Sword Master dared to draw his sword in front of Chu Feng, a True Disciple of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, which was simply courting death.

That bearded general must have not used his brain.

Just think, with the Sword King Mansion surrounded by heavy troops, Chu Feng was able to break in easily. Could that be simple?

Steward Mo Shang, the house slave Chu Danzi, and others all looked at Chu Feng, who descended like a divine soldier, with surprise and delight.

"The Third Prince has returned! This time our Sword King Mansion is saved!"

Whether it was Mo Shang or Chu Danzi and others, they all knew what Chu Feng was capable of. Even before he had joined the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, Chu Feng had been able to take charge of the Prince Manor, resolving crises multiple times.

Now, whether in terms of strength or cunning, Chu Feng must be even more formidable.

Miss Qiao also looked at Chu Feng with surprise and excitement.

"Uncle, you’ve finally come back..." Her voice was somewhat choked up, as in the recent days, as a woman, she had been holding out at home, living in fear and suffering countless grievances.

Whether it was the Sword King Mansion being surrounded by heavy troops or the atrocities committed by the bearded military general and other villains.

All these frightened her.

What worried Miss Qiao the most was the safety of her husband. Now that Chu Feng had rushed back, she immediately felt as if she had found her backbone. The joy of seeing a loved one and the reliance on them was fully displayed at that moment.

After all, she was just a woman. Facing such big problems, she was really unable to cope.

"Sister-in-law, I’m sorry you were frightened! I’m back now, and not only can I ensure the safety of the Sword King Mansion, but I will also ensure that my senior brother is safe and sound," Chu Feng said with confidence.

Now that he was back, even if the sky were to fall, he would be there to hold it up.

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