Generally speaking, the cultivation threshold for mid-grade Level A Dao techniques is Inner Mansion realm.

This so-called cultivation threshold can be described intuitively as follows: if a low-grade Level A Dao technique only requires maximizing one power source, some mid-grade Level A Dao techniques require two, four, or even five power sources as a foundation. This is the insurmountable cultivation threshold.

However, some exceptionally talented individuals can naturally reduce the requirements of certain or even certain types of Dao techniques, or they can innately propel Dao techniques with less consumption than cultivators of the same realm. For example, Wang Changxiang’s Wind Sparrow True Spirit and Zhang Linchuan’s Thunder Serpent True Spirit allowed them to master Dao techniques beyond their level.

Apart from innate talent, another exception is the creation of one’s own unique Dao technique.

Because one is the creator of the Dao technique, deeply understanding its release principles, and creating it based on oneself, it best suits one’s own conditions and is most suitable for one’s own development. Therefore, one can master the Dao technique ahead of time with extreme control.

Countless Flame Sparrows circled and flew rapidly, each chirping its own tune.

At the center of the Dao technique bombardment, Jiang Wang saw Zhang Yong’s eyes.

He saw the deep despair and pleading in his eyes.

“Don’t say it, I beg you!”

It was a look filled with such deep pleading.

If possible, Zhang Yong would rather be crippled here than use his pupil technique.

Because in the history of the Zhang family of Phoenix Immortal, no one is good at pupil techniques. Using it means exposure. Then all the painstaking efforts, sacrifices, planning, blood, and tears… would all become illusions.

However, dispelling the Jealousy Fire was a completely instinctive reaction.

After that, it triggered Jiang Wang’s sense of crisis, leading to the early birth of the Eight-Sound Flame Sparrow – this Dao technique was originally prepared by Jiang Wang for Wang Yi Wu.

Now Zhang Yong was very sure that Jiang Wang had discovered his secret.

But he had no choice. There were so many people present, Jiang Wuqi, Li Longchuan, Xu Xiangqian… none of them were easy to deal with.

Unless he could kill Jiang Wang the moment he detected the pupil technique, but without using the pupil technique, he had no chance. However, killing Jiang Wang with the pupil technique was tantamount to exposing himself, and the result was no different.

Moreover, with the combat power that Jiang Wang was currently displaying, even if he used his pupil technique with all his might… he might not succeed.

Such a comprehensive plan and arrangement, successfully passed through the Heavenly Palace Secret Realm, dealt with the investigation of the Azure Badge Constable, and finally safely mixed in with Jiang Wuqi, even the Great Qi royal family could not find out his origins.

He never expected that. Only in an accidental encounter in Cloud Mist Mountain, just a step-by-step chess piece, a simple execution of the advancement plan, momentarily caught off guard, he would fall into a desperate situation!

The despair and pleading in his eyes were both real and concrete emotions.

Because everything he had worked for along the way depended on Jiang Wang’s decision.

And what would Jiang Wang decide?

In the eyes of the people watching the battle on the pavilion path.

The sea of clouds in Cloud Mist Mountain surged for several miles before being slowly gathered back by the power of the Heavenly Fragrance Cloud Pavilion’s formation.

The sounds of the Eight Tones faded away, and the Flame Sparrows dispersed.

Zhang Yong stood on the cloud, lost and dejected, while Jiang Wang pointed his sword at his throat.

The victory or defeat had been decided.

Jiang Wang looked at him deeply, and then moved his long sword away.

He turned around on this sea of clouds and looked at Jiang Wuqi: “Your Highness, the show is over.”

There was a moment of silence on the pavilion path.

Then applause rang out.

Jiang Wuqi took the lead in applauding and said: “Wonderful!”

After that, the applause was thunderous!

It was as if they really regarded this as an ordinary sparring match, a “martial arts play”.

While clapping his hands vigorously, Xu Xiangqian deliberately approached Lei Yikun: “Does the Lei family private school only teach the two words ‘easy’? So even though you can’t see ‘easy’, you only know how to say it’s easy!”

Lei Yikun glared at him.

This person was easily provoked, and immediately wanted to step forward.

A hand rested on his shoulder, telling him to be silent.

Jiang Wuqi withdrew his hand, made a fist, and held it in front of his mouth, unable to help coughing a few times.

At this time, Zhang Yong walked up to the front with a gloomy expression and knelt down on one knee: “Zhang Yong is incompetent, damaging Your Highness’s reputation, and deserves to die.”

Jiang Wuqi gently raised his hand, and an invisible force lifted Zhang Yong up: “The Zhang family of Phoenix Immortal has suffered misfortune, and its unique skills have been lost. You have shown extraordinary talent by relying only on some superficial techniques, mixed with Confucianism, Legalism, and Daoism! How can you damage my reputation?”

“It is my fault that the pearl and jade are covered in dust. After returning, I will prepare a complete set of techniques for you.” His eyes were sincere and focused: “I hope that Zhang Qing will not be discouraged and not waste his youth.”

“Your Highness…” Zhang Yong choked up for a moment.

Jiang Wuqi then turned to look at Jiang Wang again, with a smiling face: “Today, on this Cloud Mist Mountain, I have seen the heroic posture of Jiang Qing, and I am really happy. The matter of the Fourteenth Brother is now over, and I will not look for you for this matter again.”

His words were naturally as good as gold, and there was no reason to go back on his word.

Jiang Wang had actually prepared for another one or even two battles, but seeing Jiang Wuqi’s attitude like this, he returned his sword to its sheath and took what was offered: “Your Highness is magnanimous.”

Jiang Wuqi smiled and led his people down the mountain.

Although Zhang Yong lost a match, looking at the people around him, except for Lei Yikun, who was indeed angered by Xu Xiangqian, none of them had any indignant expressions.

It could be seen that they all trusted Jiang Wuqi’s decision very much.

People often said that the Eleventh Prince was most like the Qi Emperor. From this brief contact, Jiang Wang had to admit that he indeed had the aura of a ruler.

If the opponents were all at the level of the Fourteenth Prince Jiang Wuyong, this competition might have no suspense.

Zhang Yong fell behind the team and walked to the corner of the pavilion path, he glanced at Jiang Wang sideways, his eyes complex.

“What, is he still unconvinced?” Xu Xiangqian asked very vigilantly.

Jiang Wang perfunctorily said: “Perhaps!”

Although there was such a twist, they no longer had any intention of admiring the flowers. But there was no need to change what had been decided, and the group continued to walk up the mountain.

The pavilion path meandered, winding up the mountain, and finally converging at the top.

However, the entire top of the mountain had been leveled by manpower.

The pavilion path stretched out into the air, forming a square pavilion, right above the center of the top of the mountain.

On the front was a plaque with the words “Cloud Mist” written on it.

Cloud Mist Mountain was clearly at its peak with this Cloud Mist Pavilion.

And right under everyone’s feet, below the Cloud Mist Pavilion suspended in the air, was a whole patch of light purple flower garden blooming.

Although the flowers were purple, there were actually wisps of white mist rising from the petals and gathering with the clouds and mist on the side of the mountain.

It seemed that the thick cloud cover that enveloped Cloud Mist Mountain all year round was also due to these Cloud Mist Flowers.

The fragrance of the Cloud Mist Flowers was even more profound here. It inevitably made people intoxicated and speechless, no wonder it had the reputation of “Heavenly Fragrance”.

Everyone looked around in the pavilion, forgetting their worries for a while.

Down the mountain pavilion path.

Lei Yikun couldn’t help but ask: “That Jiang Wuyong is overestimating his ability, with weak virtue and shallow talent, and actually covets the country. Why should Your Highness go to such lengths for him?”

He was born from Jiang Wuqi’s maternal family, some words that others were not convenient to say, but he did not need to worry about.

“It’s the Fourteenth Prince.” Jiang Wuqi corrected him.

“Cough cough.”

The wind was strong on the mountain, and he coughed twice again before saying with a double meaning: “Maintaining the dignity of the Great Qi royal family is maintaining my dignity.”