570: Cang Qingtian's bet

"Who is Yang Zhaojue? If I thought anyone else was worthy, would I have sent you?" Cang Qingtian said, his voice cold as frost.

His majestic Face was now clouded with gloom, like a dark cloud about to unleash a torrential downpour.

Cang Qingyue was indeed his favorite daughter, as well as his most outstanding one.

And Yang Zhaojue, whether in terms of background or personal qualities, could be considered quite good. That was why he had decided to have his most excellent daughter enter into a political marriage to achieve a more important political goal.

But Cang Qingtian never expected that his daughter would actually bring a man back.

"I don't care anyway. I already have a man, and I won't be your tool for a political marriage," Cang Qingyue said petulantly. Her delicate Face was flushed with anger, as lovely and moving as a ripe apple.

"What exactly is so good about this kid?" Cang Qingtian's Face darkened, his voice carrying a hint of suppressed anger. "Whether it's background, talent, or strength, where does he even compare to Yang Zhaojue?"

"He's more handsome than Yang Zhaojue," Cang Qingyue said stubbornly with a pout. Her bright eyes sparkled with a firm light, as if declaring her unshakable resolve.

"You...!" Cang Qingtian was so angry he almost flew into a rage, the veins on his forehead bulging slightly. "Besides being a bit handsome, where else does this kid compare to Yang Zhaojue?"

"Even in terms of talent, he still crushes Yang Zhaojue," Cang Qingyue said with full confidence.

"His talent crushes Yang Zhaojue's?"

"Then why don't you tell me exactly how he crushes him?" Cang Qingtian said with some interest.

"Lingchen is only in his forties, yet his cultivation has already reached the Third Layer of the Sovereign Realm. His true combat power is even comparable to the Spirit God Realm. At his age, Yang Zhaojue wouldn't even be fit to carry his shoes."

Cang Qingyue spoke without hesitation, her voice crisp and loud, echoing through the empty hall.

"I'll admit the kid is young, but saying he has the combat power of the Spirit God Realm—isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?"

Cang Qingtian said with a serious, stony Face.

He naturally found it hard to believe his daughter's words.

After all, the gap between the Third Layer of the Sovereign Realm and the Spirit God Realm was like a celestial chasm, not easily crossed.

"Father, how about we make a bet? Do you dare?"

Cang Qingyue called out cutely, her lively eyes flashing with a hint of cunning, like a clever little fox.

"Girl, what kind of bet do you want to make?" Cang Qingtian said with a smile.

He really had no way to handle this daughter of his. Cang Qingyue's personality was just too much like his own; once she made a decision, not even ten Dragons could pull her back.

"Father, don't you have doubts about Lingchen's talent and combat power? Then let's bet on his combat power. As long as someone within the first layer of the Spirit God Realm can defeat him, I'll marry whoever you want me to marry," Cang Qingyue said firmly, word by word.

"If no one can defeat him, then from now on, you aren't allowed to oppose Lingchen and me being together. Father, as the ruler of a country, do you dare to accept this bet?"

Cang Qingyue's beautiful eyes stared directly at Cang Qingtian with a hint of provocation.

"Girl, are you sure?"

A faint, imperceptible smile appeared on Cang Qingtian's Face.

In his view, this kid called Lingchen might be able to fight across a few minor Realms, but it was absolutely impossible for him to defeat a Spirit God Realm Cultivator. After all, such a leap was simply too shocking.

At this moment, all the princes, princesses, and concubines in the hall focused their gaze on Yang Lingchen.

Their eyes were filled with disdain and doubt. Trying to defeat the Spirit God Realm with a cultivation of the Third Layer of the Sovereign Realm was simply a fantasy. Was he joking?

"Of course I'm sure."

Cang Qingyue said with absolute certainty, her voice echoing in the hall without the slightest hesitation or wavering.

"Very well, Yue'er. You said it yourself; Your Majesty didn't force you."

A faint smile appeared on Cang Qingtian's Face, one that seemed to hide some deep meaning.

Then he turned to look at Yang Lingchen. "Young man, you are from the Xuan Yin Palace?"

"This Junior is indeed from the Xuan Yin Palace," Yang Lingchen said, neither humble nor arrogant. His voice was steady and powerful, carrying an Aura that could not be underestimated.

"I ask you, do you truly love Yue'er?" Cang Qingtian's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's as he stared intently at Yang Lingchen.

"Of course," Yang Lingchen said seriously and with certainty.

"Good, then I will give you a chance." Cang Qingtian nodded with a smile and pointed to the eunuch beside him. "As long as you can defeat him, Your Majesty will betroth Yue'er to you.

"If you lose, for the sake of Mu Xiya's Face, Your Majesty won't make things difficult for you. You may leave on your own, but from now on, you are not allowed to have any further contact with Yue'er. Do you dare to accept this stake?"

Cang Qingtian's voice was majestic and solemn, resonating throughout the hall.

"I accept."

Yang Lingchen's tone was calm with a hint of confidence. He didn't even take a first-layer Spirit God Realm eunuch seriously.

"Isn't this too arrogant? He really thinks he's some epoch-transcending Genius Prodigy!" At this moment, a look of shock appeared in everyone's eyes.

One had to know that there was an insurmountable gap between the Third Layer of the Sovereign Realm and the first layer of the Spirit God Realm!

In the long river of history in the Realm of the Gods, those who could fight across so many Realms were all top-tier powerhouses of this world, legendary figures famous for eternity.

Clearly, they didn't think the kid in front of them named Lingchen was a future top powerhouse. They even felt Yang Lingchen was just putting on a show to deliberately attract attention.

"Good lad, you certainly have guts."

A flash of admiration crossed Cang Qingtian's eyes. He then turned to the eunuch beside him. "Zhao Hao, don't be too heavy-handed."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Zhao Hao responded respectfully and then slowly walked up to Yang Lingchen. "Young Master Ling, please make your move!"

There was a hint of contempt on Zhao Hao's Face; he clearly didn't take Yang Lingchen seriously.

"I specialize in speed. Are you sure you want me to strike first?"

A faint smile played on the corner of Yang Lingchen's mouth, a smile that seemed to hide endless mystery and power.

"Young Master Ling, feel free to strike," Zhao Hao said with full confidence.

In his view, it was impossible for Yang Lingchen to hurt him. After all, the difference in their cultivation was too great—it was an insurmountable chasm.

"Since you say so, then I won't be polite."

Yang Lingchen's voice was like a passing breeze, yet it carried a firmness that could not be ignored.

As he spoke, Yang Lingchen's Phantom Movement Technique instantly activated.

His figure turned into a white light as fast as lightning. A Heavenly Fiend Fist burst forth with irresistible force, the Fist Aura like violent lightning, carrying a power that could destroy everything, as if tearing the air into a storm, instantly slamming into Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao, who had been calm and confident, instantly showed a look of shock in his eyes. When he tried to resist, he found it was already too late. In desperation, he could only hurriedly circulate his Divine Essence Protective Aura to shield himself.

"Boom!"

A deafening, violent explosion rang out, and the entire hall seemed to tremble slightly under the powerful impact.

"Pfft...!" Zhao Hao suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His body, like an out-of-control missile, flew out of the hall at an incredible speed.

"Isn't this too exaggerated?"

At this moment, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence. Everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Even the ruler of the country, Cang Qingtian, was stunned on the spot, his expression seemingly frozen.

Was this kid really just someone at the Third Layer of the Sovereign Realm?

At this moment, a huge question mark involuntarily appeared in everyone's hearts.

Because the speed and power of Yang Lingchen's punch just now had far exceeded the level expected of a Spirit God Realm Cultivator.

"Father, you've already lost! You won't go back on your word, will you?"

Cang Qingyue looked excited, her Face beaming with the joy of victory, as brilliant as a blooming flower in spring.

"As the ruler of a nation, your father's word is as good as gold. Naturally, I won't go back on my word with you youngsters." Cang Qingtian laughed helplessly.

Having spoken those words in front of so many people, he naturally couldn't go back on them; otherwise, what authority would he have left?

"Your Majesty, what about Yang Zhaojue coming to propose marriage?" Ji Xueyun spoke up cautiously.

"Let Little Six go! Doesn't that girl like Yang Zhaojue quite a bit?" Cang Qingtian said without a second thought.

Regarding Yang Zhaojue's proposal, he wasn't too worried. Yang Zhaojue only wanted a political marriage; he hadn't specified that it had to be Cang Qingyue.

"Thank you, Father."

The Sixth Princess, Cang Linglu, said excitedly, her Face full of anticipation and joy.

"Father, I also quite like Yang Zhaojue." The Eighth Princess, Cang Qingyao, also stood up impatiently.

After all, Yang Zhaojue was a prince of a super power. If they could marry him, their future status would surely be extraordinary. Therefore, many princesses of the Cangyun Empire favored him and looked forward to it.

"Fine. When he arrives, you all go together. If he takes a fancy to someone, that's who will marry him!" Cang Qingtian waved his hand helplessly, a faint, resigned smile on his Face.

"Thank you, Father," Cang Qingyao said respectfully, her eyes filled with anticipation and longing.

"Kid, you really surprised me."

Cang Qingtian's sharp eyes scanned Yang Lingchen once more. "Since you won, Your Majesty will no longer oppose you two being together. As for whether you can walk together in the future? That will depend on your achievements."

Cang Qingtian's underlying meaning was simple: although your current talent is good, if you can't grow in the future, you still won't be able to stay together.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yang Lingchen cupped his fists and gave a respectful bow.

During the subsequent royal family banquet, Yang Lingchen stayed by Cang Qingyue's side, and the members of the royal family were fairly polite to him.

Because Yang Lingchen's strength had earned their respect.

Furthermore, Yang Lingchen's identity was not that of an ordinary person.

After all, he was the only male Disciple of the Xuan Yin Palace, and the status of the Xuan Yin Palace was that of a powerful force on the same level as the Cangyun Empire.