"Thank you, Prince Qian!"
Gong Luo Que took a deep breath, his gaze sharp as he looked at Chen Jiuyang. For the first time, he cupped his fists and bowed sincerely to Chen Jiuyang.
He then immediately notified his subordinates to gather all the soldiers of the Zhenxi Army who were unwell.
Gong Luo Que held the position of Chief of Staff in the Zhenxi Army, with the rank of Major General.
All the soldiers in the base turned their attention towards them, wondering what Gong Luo Que was planning.
But soon, Chen Jiuyang began to display his medical skills, treating the unwell soldiers and veterans.
Visibly, the soldiers and veterans who had been feeling unwell began to recover.
"The rumors are true!"
Gong Luo Que watched Chen Jiuyang as he treated the soldiers one by one. He recalled the rumors he had heard before: Prince Qian had been saved by the Sharp Blade Legion, and during the year Prince Qian spent with the Sharp Blade Legion, not a single soldier had died.
When he first heard this, he was shocked and dismissed it as a rumor. Later, when Prince Qian rose to prominence, he didn't pay much attention.
It wasn't until this moment, witnessing Prince Qian's medical skills firsthand, manipulating hundreds of silver needles to treat dozens of people simultaneously, shattering his understanding of medicine, that he was convinced that the tales spread by the Sharp Blade Legion were not false but true!
Gong Luo Que became even more convinced that Prince Qian's profound medical skills could cure his father, King Gong.
It wasn't until the next day that Chen Jiuyang had managed to treat all the unwell soldiers of the Zhenxi Army.
He also passed on some medical techniques to the Zhenxi Army's medical officers.
"Thank you, Prince Qian!"
King Gong's consort, Gong Luo Que, and Gong Lie Xian all cupped their fists and bowed to Chen Jiuyang, who had just finished the treatments.
Chen Jiuyang's large-scale treatment of the unwell soldiers in the Zhenxi Army had long alerted King Gong's consort and Gong Lie Xian. Witnessing Chen Jiuyang's masterful medical skills, they were astonished.
This Prince Qian was not only formidable in martial arts but also profound in medicine.
"Thank you, Prince Qian!"
The soldiers of the Zhenxi Army also saluted in unison, thanking him loudly.
It was just like when Chen Jiuyang had left the Sharp Blade Legion a few months ago.
They sought no fame or fortune, only good health to guard their homeland!
"Hoo!"
Treating so many soldiers at once had taken a toll on Chen Jiuyang himself. His face was slightly pale, his eyes calm, and a satisfied smile graced his lips.
"You don't need to thank me. As the Prince Qian of the Dragon Country, I can only do my small part to help you."
Chen Jiuyang then looked at King Gong's consort and the others. "It's my duty, so you don't need to thank me. I need to go back and rest for a while. After I've rested, the Grand Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain and the Abbot of Shaolin Temple should also have arrived."
"I will come to King Gong's mansion then."
With that, Chen Jiuyang turned and left the Zhenxi Army camp, returning to the hotel he had booked.
Gazing at Chen Jiuyang's departing back, King Gong's consort sighed, "It is the fortune of our Dragon Country to have such an excellent descendant as Prince Qian."
Gong Lie Xian looked at Chen Jiuyang with even more complex emotions. She felt as if she could no longer truly see this figure.
She had initially thought he was just a vengeful martial artist, but he was different from what she had imagined.
King Gong's consort sighed, "Even if my husband cannot be cured, entrusting the Zhenxi Army and City 318 to Prince Qian would be acceptable."
Gong Luo Que's expression was startled. "Mother! Is Prince Qian valued so highly by you?"
King Gong's consort looked at her children. "Although I have taught you, and you understand the righteousness of family and country, you do not know how difficult it is for someone to climb from the bottom and still hold onto their original intentions."
"Do you think I am unaware of the grievances the Zhenxi Army has suffered from the provocations of the Yin God Country's martial artists over the years?"
"This was the last thing my husband said to me before he fell unconscious: City 318 must not fall into chaos."
"It is easy to gain power and wealth, but difficult to abandon it for the sake of peace."
"After your father fell unconscious, Longjing immediately sent a Sword Bearer to guard this place. I could have chosen to take you to Longjing to grow up safely. However, I wanted you to understand the hardships of the previous generation and the preciousness of the peace bought with the blood and lives of our ancestors. That is why I kept you here to grow up in City 318. Otherwise, what difference would there be between forgetting the original intentions of our ancestors and those useless pampered young masters?"
"Drunken indulgence can only blind the eyes, while power can blind a person's heart."
"Do you understand the weight of these choices?"
"If you were asked to give up your Major General rank and the title of King Gong's heir, Luo Que, would you be willing?"
Gong Luo Que fell silent.
"If you were asked to withdraw from the Sword Bearers and abandon the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Spear, Lie Xian, would you be willing?"
Gong Lie Xian fell silent.
As the son and daughter of King Gong, they had received the best training since childhood.
King Gong's consort said, "You are unwilling, but people like Prince Qian are willing."
Chen Jiuyang was unaware of how highly King Gong's consort thought of him. However, Chen Jiuyang was simply following his conscience and doing what he wanted and what he ought to do.
If wealth cannot benefit the world, what is the use of money?
If one possesses medical skills but does not save people, what is the use of those skills?
If the sword in one's hand cannot defend the home and country, it is better to discard it, better to discard it.
Chen Jiuyang returned to his hotel, washed up, and went to sleep. He was woken up midway through his sleep by a knock on the door.
As he got out of bed, the door to his hotel room had already been destroyed. More than a dozen martial artists had broken into the room. The leader of these martial artists had a strong aura, a sinister appearance with a hooked nose and a sharp facial bone structure. They were all dressed in suits and exuded a hostile aura.
The martial artist with the sharp facial bones spoke in fluent Dragon Country language, "Young man, it wasn't easy to find you."
"But we have found you nonetheless."
"Oh," Chen Jiuyang said without looking up, concentrating on getting dressed, his voice calm. "So what if you've found me?"
"Heh, such a good disposition," the martial artist with the sharp facial bones sneered. "In City 318, you are the second person to dare to kill our Yin God Country's martial artists."
"The first person who killed our Yin God Country's martial artists was chopped to death by us with a thousand cuts, leaving no intact corpse."
"Guess what your fate will be?"
Chen Jiuyang's indifferent face slowly turned, and he looked at them with calm, cold eyes, slowly saying,
"I don't know what my fate will be."
"However, you will definitely die."
"Moreover, your deaths will be miserable."
The room suddenly fell silent, followed by the hearty laughter of the martial artist with the sharp facial bones.
"Hahaha!"
"Young man, who do you think you are?"
"Facing death, you still dare to put on a show!"
"Who am I?"
Chen Jiuyang finished dressing and slowly descended, his gaze indifferent as he looked at them. Then, an aura that made their hearts palpitate, their scalps tingle, and their hair stand on end emanated from Chen Jiuyang. His indifferent voice softly sounded,
"This King, the Sixth King of the Dragon Country, Prince Qian."
"I have answered your question. You should now willingly depart!"
A crisp, clear sword hum suddenly rang out, startling them!