Time passed quickly, in the blink of an eye it was more than three months.

There was an extra special sight in the Sikong Mansion, a dragon sedan chair carried by four sturdy beastmen, frequently appearing in all corners of the Sikong Mansion.

Under Sikong Haoxuan's training, the four beastmen had grown into qualified sedan chairmen. Not only could they carry the sedan chair and fly, but they were also able to keep the sedan chair trembling between a fixed frequency as they flew, embodying the sedan chair's comforting essence to the fullest.

In the back garden of the Sikong mansion, inside a pavilion on a rockery, a blonde-haired youth saw the sedan chair that sped past not far from his eyes, rubbed his eyes and said to Sikong Wu me next to him, "Wu me, am I blind? What is that thing?"

After returning from the Southern Border, Sikong Wu Me, who did not often show his face in the mansion, faced this blonde-haired youth with a respectful expression and said, "Your Highness Valle, in the Sikong family, only my younger brother Sikong Hao Xuan, who does not do any work all day long, would make these strange things that are out of place in a nobleman's identity."

Standing to the side, Sikong Mochun said if he had a point, "Big brother, you've been back for some days, why don't you go and take a look at fourth brother, you still seem to owe him a birthday present."

Sikong Wu me frowned, "He received so many gifts for that sensational birthday in the Imperial Capital, there is no lack of me for such a gift."

Valle recovered his gaze that followed the sedan chair and laughed, "Which one of you in the family and its favored baby brother, I've heard a little bit about it in the palace ah, even father emperor has given him a birthday gift."

Sikong Mochun looked at Sikong Wuyi with a slightly sunken face out of the corner of his eye, his heart couldn't help but be flooded with a hint of worry, "Your Highness, Valle, His Majesty the Emperor that is taking advantage of the fourth brother's birthday to celebrate his father's success, otherwise, how could the fourth brother have been so blessed."

Val Lie looked back at the sedan chair that disappeared into the corner of the garden and walked out of the pavilion, "Let's go, I should go back as well, the scenery of the Sikong family is really different."

Sikong Wu me and Sikong Modun two brothers sent this grand imperial prince out of Sikong mansion, Valle saw Sikong Modun leaving first, said in Sikong Wu me's ear, "Wu me, your fourth brother's popularity in the imperial capital is truly unrivaled ah, I heard that he and pleases the Duke of Bu Qun, even High Priestess Su Qiu confessed that she can't see through him. Will Duke Buqun still abide by the principle of establishing the eldest and not the youngest as the head of the family?"

Without waiting for Sikong Wuyi to speak, Valle patted his shoulder and stepped into the carriage to head back to the house.

Looking at the far away carriage, Sikong Wu Mei secretly said, "The Sikong family still has the Elder's Pavilion, so it's not up to grandpa to abolish the principle of standing up for the eldest and not the youngest, it's just ......"

In the Imperial Capital, the impact of Sikong Haoxuan's sedan chair was far beyond his expectations. The many nobles who would have been doing nothing all day were greatly interested in this novelty. All kinds of imitations filled the streets of the imperial capital, slowly the nobles found that the sedan chair this tool is not only more convenient than the carriage, but also seems to be more noble.

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The first to eat crabs in the Sikong mansion was Sikong Xiaoyue who could never be at peace. Under the threat of its usual means, Sikong Haoxuan helplessly designed a sedan chair for her, only the carvings on the sedan chair, from Tenglong to Xiangfeng.

Design addicted Sikong Haoxuan, simply designed a luxurious to the extreme color phoenix sedan chair for his mother, for a time, Sikong Haoxuan's top dragon sedan chair is not so conspicuous.

In Sikong Haoxuan's courtyard, Xue'er said with some concern, "Young Master, you just exasperated the Family Master away, will you be alright?"

Sikong Haoxuan lay deep in the soft chair, "It's fine, humph, usually the old man is so stingy, can't let go of every opportunity to strike him."

Xue'er covered her small mouth and laughed, "It's just designing a sedan chair, look at how angry the head of the family is."

"The craftsmen at home have already familiarized themselves with the sedan chair making process, this kind of thing with no technical content, they will only design it better than me. The old man came over here to hit on the treasure map idea."

Sikong Haoxuan sat up and took a sip of juice, "Xue'er, how is your study of that map going?"

"I'm sorry young master, the map is too complicated, Xue'er has yet to organize a clue until now. In fact, if young master hands the map over to the family head, there are many capable people in the family who can definitely figure out where the map refers to as soon as possible."

Hearing Xue'er's words, Sikong Haoxuan looked a little nervous and shook his hands straight, "No, no, if we hand the map over to the old man, he will surely swallow the fat meat privately, and in the end, we can only drink some soup."

"Alright, Xue'er, you go and continue to study that damn map, you must keep an eye on it, don't let the old man cheat you. I'll have Balon go check on Nan Xing, I don't know how he's been living in the Colosseum for the past two months or so."

Xue'er looked at Sikong Haoxuan's nervous appearance and muttered in her heart, "Young master is just as stingy as the family master, he doesn't think about it, if the family master really wants this map, can he hide it?"

The Imperial Capital's Colosseum, under the cover of the powers of the great families, engaged in the dark slave trade and bloody shows, earning astronomical profits every day.

Inside the Colosseum located in the southeast corner of the Imperial Capital, Nan Xing was the only fighter among them with a free status.

Balon followed behind the attendant, and the badge of the Sikong family on his body made the attendant not dare to slow down. The faint smell of blood in the air made Baron's blood boil, the warrior bathed in the light of the God of War loved drenching blood.

The attendant pointed to a lone house, "Where is the man you seek." After speaking, regardless of Balon's reaction, he hurried away, as if there was something in the room that frightened him.

Balon rushed at the attendant's back and viciously cursed, "Damn humans." Immediately after cursing, he added in his mind, "Not including the Young Lord."

Walking to the front of the room, Balon, who had just pushed open the door, was shocked out of a cold sweat by an overpowering killing aura. In the darkened room, Nan Xing stood in the shadows with his eyes closed, "What are you doing here?"

Balon couldn't understand how Nan Xing, who he hadn't seen for only two months, could have such a horrifying change, the murderous aura that surrounded him as if it was substantial was creepy.

"Young Lord, Young Lord asked me to tell you that you can go back." Facing Nan Xing, who was a cut shorter than himself, Balon's voice stuttered a little.

"Got it."

The sunlight shone on Baron who walked out of the room, slowly dispelling the cold air he was feeling, looking back at this house isolated in the coliseum, Baron couldn't help but shiver and hurriedly left.

Nan Xing in the room, gently caressing the long sword in his hand that came from the battlefield, sighed in his heart, "It seems that the young lord is right, the mystery of killing aura can only be experienced in the battlefield."

With the change in Nan Xing's mindset, the overpowering killing aura that surrounded him slowly dissipated as he tossed the long knife into his spatial ring and left the room.

During the days in the Colosseum, although Nan Xing had not comprehended the mysteries of killing, his skills had qualitatively improved, and he slowly began to form his unique style.