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Mystery of the Golden Vat

Half an hour ago.

Jin Wangsun was unconscious, and no different to a corpse, after Ming Feizhen sent him flying with a palm strike.

His servants had tried many different means to wake him up.

When he came to, he slowly checked his surroundings and, in a hazy state, confirmed his status. He felt that his body and internal energy were inhibited, while his chest felt heavy and painful. He knew that his blood and qi had been disrupted by the attack he had gotten caught by just now. Making it impossible for him to utilise his energy for some time. However, he was fortunate to have not suffered anything more severe than numbness in his hands and feet. As such, he concluded he wasn't in too much trouble.

He rejoiced to himself,

'My skills are formidable, no matter what you say. Defeating me in one move is no simple feat. That guy merely has brute strength. I'll show him up the next time we meet!'

He had a fire in him that burnt brightly and confirmed that he was fine.

Except, he felt that he had trouble moving. His entire body was slightly numb, and he struggled to use his strength. He, therefore, had to turn his neck.

When he looked down, he saw a vat.

That's right. He didn't see a person, but just a vat.

"What's this?!!"

One of his servants respectfully replied, "Young Master, you just had a duel that lasted three hundred rounds with that man. It was intense…"

"Ptoo!" Jin Wangsun angrily spat saliva onto the shameless servant's face, "Three hundred rounds?! I got sent flying with one hit! Don't kiss ass. Tell the truth!"

"Yes. Yes. You were defeated, Young Master. And you landed into this vat. We have tried many methods, but this iron vat is too tough. We cannot break it."

Jin Wangsun couldn't help but recall the scene from before. His memory was similar to water in the ocean. It took him a long time to recall anything.

He remembered that he had totally lost control over his body when he collided with that man. It was as though that man was power itself. It was that power which sent him flying.

After landing with a heavy thud, with a painful sensation all over, he had passed out.

He concluded that the painful sensation he had felt was when he had crashed into this iron vat.

Jing Wangsun went into deep thought, which highlighted the calmness and eloquence of Jiang Nan's handsome man, like that of water in a lake.

He concentrated on his thoughts.

'How truly strange. Who exactly is he? I would have to say that he was born with overwhelming strength. His arm must produce over a thousand kilograms of strength. If that is the case, then it would be plausible for him to send somebody flying with a single strike. I don't have a single wound on me, though. Where did the strength he used to knock me into this iron vat vanish off to? How baffling.'

While Jin Wangsun was still thinking, one of his servants loudly exclaimed, "We made a long journey here. How can the Imperial Court treat us so poorly?! Young Master, let us report this to His Majesty. We will have him hand that guy