298: Yang Kang, the young prince of the Jin Kingdom

"Heh, you might think so, but he certainly doesn't. If you don't believe me, ask him what his name is!" Duan Zhengchun sat to the side with a relaxed expression.

"This Young Master is named Wanyan Kang. I didn't expect a brat like you to actually know my identity. Since you know I'm the Little Prince of Jin, how dare you treat me like this?"

"You're dead! I'll definitely kill you! Where the hell did you guys go? My eyes have been blinded, and you still haven't called for backup!" Yang Kang roared.

As Yang Kang's voice fell, several figures appeared by his side.

"Don't worry, Little Prince. We've already gone to fetch reinforcements. They'll be here soon," Sha Tongtian said nervously.

Yang Kang's reaction confirmed what Duan Zhengchun had said. Yang Kang really had become the Little Prince of Jin; he called himself Wanyan Kang, not Yang Kang.

Guo Jing looked at Yang Kang with an expression of disbelief. He didn't understand how things had come to this.

Wasn't this Uncle Yang's son? How did he become Wanyan Kang? How did he become the Little Prince of Jin?

"See that? He doesn't acknowledge you at all, yet you're still here being sentimental."

"Daoist Qiu, since you're awake, stop pretending." Duan Zhengchun looked at Qiu Chuji, who was lying on the ground.

As Duan Zhengchun finished speaking, Qiu Chuji knew he couldn't keep pretending. He could only open his eyes and crawl up from the ground.

Everyone looked at Qiu Chuji with strange expressions. They hadn't expected the dignified Qiu Chuji, one of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, to do such a thing.

"Daoist... Daoist Qiu, are you alright?" Guo Jing looked at Qiu Chuji, completely dazed.

Qiu Chuji's face immediately darkened. 'Damn it, if you don't speak, no one will think you're a mute.'

Qiu Chuji glared at Guo Jing, then looked at Yang Kang nearby.

He knew Yang Kang was at the residence of the Jin Prince, the Crown Prince of Jin. He had questioned Yang Kang about it, but Yang Kang always claimed he was a Han Chinese; even if he was in the residence of the Crown Prince of Jin, his heart was with the Great Song.

Furthermore, he had said he was staying at the Crown Prince of Jin's residence to gather intelligence, and Qiu Chuji had even verified this.

Yang Kang indeed provided some useful information, so Qiu Chuji hadn't made an issue of his identity.

It seemed now that Yang Kang had been lying to him all along. This fellow's heart had changed.

"Sigh... I didn't expect this old Daoist to lose so completely. There's no need to continue this duel."

"This old Daoist has lost." Qiu Chuji said helplessly, looking dejected.

At this moment, hearing that Qiu Chuji was awake, Yang Kang seemed to grab onto a life-saving straw, his hands flailing blindly in front of him.

"Master, Master, you must help me get revenge! I want to kill this bastard! I want him to die a miserable death!"

Hearing Yang Kang's roar, Qiu Chuji's expression turned grim.

Regardless, this was his disciple. He wanted to take revenge, but unfortunately, he was simply no match for the opponent.

He couldn't even beat the man's guards; how could he help you get revenge?

"Yang Kang, what are you thinking? Even your Master is no match for them, yet you want him to get revenge for you? Do you want your Master to go to his death?" Huang Rong couldn't help but speak up from the side, her voice cold and rebuking.

"What kind of thing are you? Since when is it an outsider's turn to meddle in my business?" Yang Kang cursed toward the direction of Huang Rong.

This infuriated Huang Rong.

This bastard had lost his mind; at this point, no one could talk sense into him.

"Qiu Chuji, this is the fine disciple you've taught."

"Just a traitor who acknowledges a foe as his father."

"Did you not tell him that back then, his father Yang Tiexin and Guo Xiaotian were both driven to ruin by the Crown Prince of Jin?"

"And now, he has even kept his mother under house arrest for eighteen years." Duan Zhengchun looked at Qiu Chuji with a mocking tone.

As a Master, to not tell his disciple such an important matter and let him acknowledge a foe as his father—he really was a competent Master.

Duan Zhengchun's words caused the scene to fall silent instantly. Everyone turned their eyes toward Qiu Chuji.

Qiu Chuji's face turned pale. It wasn't that he hadn't spoken of it; rather, at the time, he believed that if he directly killed the Crown Prince of Jin, it would inevitably lead to war between the Song and Jin.

When that happened, it would be the common people of the world who suffered.

"No, impossible! I'm not named Yang Kang, I'm Wanyan Kang!" Yang Kang shook his head frantically in denial.

"Yang Kang, there's no need to deny it. He's right. Your father was named Yang Tiexin. You are a Han, not a Jin."

"The murderer of your father is the Crown Prince of Jin. The reason I didn't tell you was because I feared that if you killed him in a fit of impulse, it would surely trigger a war between the Song and Jin. If that happened, it would be the commoners who suffered."

"In this regard, your Master had selfish motives. If you want to blame someone, blame me." Qiu Chuji looked at Yang Kang with a face full of guilt.

He hadn't told Yang Kang about his father's murderer, and now Yang Kang had even been blinded. His heart was filled with remorse.

"You're lying! I'm not Yang Kang, I'm Wanyan Kang!"

"Since you're unwilling to help me get revenge, I'll do it myself!" Yang Kang roared agitatedly at Qiu Chuji.

"Bastard! Now that you know your origins, why do you still acknowledge a foe as your father?"

"By doing this, are you worthy of your late father? Are you worthy of the Yang family ancestors?"

"How could the Yang family produce such an abomination like you?" Qiu Chuji roared.

"What right do you have to lecture me? Over these years, besides teaching me a bit of martial arts, what else have you done for me?"

"Furthermore, every time you visited, I didn't fail to show you respect and provide for you. Now, what right do you have to lecture me?" Yang Kang looked at Qiu Chuji with a mocking expression.

However, his eyes were already blind. He couldn't see Qiu Chuji's expression and could only determine his general position by his voice.

"Brother Kang, how can you be like this? This is acknowledging a foe as your father; this is unfilial!"

"Are you worthy of Uncle Yang? Are you worthy of Daoist Qiu?" Guo Jing glared at Yang Kang, his voice filled with anger.

If not for the fact that Yang Kang was his sworn brother, he would have truly wanted to step forward and strike this bastard dead with a palm.

"Heh, Guo Jing, enough of your lecturing."

"I am Wanyan Kang, the Little Prince of Jin. What kind of thing are you to dare lecture me?"

"Have you helped me? Or do you have some kindness toward me?"

"You haven't shown me a shred of kindness, so on what basis are you lecturing me here?" Yang Kang sneered with disdain.

"You... how did you become like this?" Guo Jing trembled with rage, momentarily at a loss for words.

At that moment, a rumbling sound echoed.

"Little Prince, our people are here," Sha Tongtian said excitedly.

Hearing that reinforcements had arrived, Yang Kang suddenly became excited, his hands flailing around him. Sha Tongtian quickly helped him up.

"Quick, let them in! Capture that wench for me; I want her to wish she were dead! And that bastard who dared to cross me—I want him to die a miserable death!" Yang Kang shouted as if he had gone mad.

Downstairs, the Crown Prince of Jin personally led the team, surrounding the Misty Rain Tower with hundreds of soldiers.