The Ballad of Youth: Inheriting Daoji, Li Hanyi, the Escapee from Marriage

How eerie?

Li Xiuyuan waved his fan and shook his head, saying, "No need to thank me, monk. I just don't want to be buried under the main hall!"

The Grand Elder's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at Ye Songtao below the stage, thinking to himself: Could it be... that this monk really was right?

Below, Song Yan Hui has injuries on her body, which she sustained during her battle with Li Xiu Yuan!

Although his cultivation level improved at that time, his injuries were still not fully healed.

This affected his strength to some extent, and he was no longer at his peak!

Ye Songtao laughed and said, "Song Yanhui, no, senior brother, it's been many years since we sparred. I didn't expect you to have regressed so much!"

"Hmph, if I weren't injured, what could you possibly do?" Song Yan was furious, but there was nothing she could do.

His injuries greatly reduced his combat power, and he was forced to retreat under Ye Songtao's attacks.

The First Elder breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and said, "Yan Hui, give up. Look at yourself now, you've regressed to this extent. This position of city lord... will only harm you!"

Ye Songtao laughed and said, "Senior brother, anyone can make up an excuse!"

Song Yan was furious, but there was nothing she could do.

He instantly retreated, disengaging from the battle. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he said, "Ye Songtao, I've said it before, even if I don't take the position of city lord, it won't be yours!"

"cut!"

Ye Songtao scoffed, sheathed his heavy sword, and said indifferently, "Song Yan Hui, then tell me, if I don't sit, who will?"

"Of course I'll do it!"

A somewhat immature boy's voice rang out, and then a boy carrying a sword box slowly walked in.

Li Xiuyuan's eyes lit up as he looked at Wushuang below. He tapped the elder beside him with his fan and said with a grin, "Oh my, Elder, look closely, this is the future Lord of Wushuang City!"

The Grand Elder didn't notice Li Xiuyuan's actions. He merely glanced at the sword box on Wushuang's back and said indifferently, "So what if it's Wushuang's sword box? Throughout history, countless people have been able to use it. Being able to open it doesn't mean one is the strongest. Besides, can such a greenhorn become the city lord?"

Wushuang, carrying the sword box on his back, went directly to the city lord's seat, snapped the sword box off his back, and said domineeringly, "Whether or not you can become the city lord is not up to you, but up to your strength!"

"Well done, lad! You're certainly got plenty of arrogance!"

The Grand Elder smiled slightly, looked at Song Yan Hui, and said, "Song Yan Hui, this is the future city lord you have chosen!"

“Not bad!” Song Yan nodded slightly and said calmly, “According to the rules, I am qualified!”

"Very well, since that's the case!" The Grand Elder pondered for a moment, looked at Wushuang, and said, "Since Wushuang City wants to expand its territory, it must have a powerful city lord. In that case, Ye Songtao, you and Wushuang will have a fight!"

Ye Songtao didn't take Wushuang seriously at all, and said confidently, "Song Yan Hui, it seems you really have no one else to recommend, you actually recommended such a child!"

"Looking down on children?" Wushuang sat on the ground, leaning on the Wushuang Sword Box, and beckoned to Ye Songtao with a finger, saying indifferently, "I was originally planning to have some fun with you, but you injured my master... no... I should say you aggravated my master's old injury, so... I'll just kill you in one move!"

Ye Songtao was amused and annoyed. He raised his heavy sword, pointed it at Wushuang, and said, "You little brat, you're really arrogant. Prepare to die!"

After saying that, he picked up his heavy sword and charged towards Wushuang.

Li Xiuyuan shook his head. He didn't need to look; he already knew the ending!

In the original storyline, Wushuang used only six flying swords to completely defeat Ye Songtao.

As for now...

"Well done! Peerless Sword Box, bring it out!"

With a gentle push, Wushuang released ten flying swords that slashed directly at Ye Songtao. In an instant, Ye Songtao was cut down!

His body was covered in wounds, and he fell heavily to the ground!

If they weren't both from the same Wushuang City faction, Ye Songtao would have been instantly killed!

The Grand Elder's eyes popped out of their sockets; he had never expected this outcome!

How old is Musou now?

He was only fourteen or fifteen years old when he had already drawn ten swords!

Therefore, becoming a sword immortal in the future is almost a certainty!

Ye Songtao is far inferior to Wushuang!

The Grand Elder looked at Li Xiuyuan with a wry smile and said, "Feng...no, Master Daoji, you've won! Ye Songtao is already seriously injured, so I'll pay his bet! You can drink as much Wushuang City wine as you want! You can even take it all with you!"

"Don't worry, benefactor, I'll only drink a tiny bit!" Li Xiuyuan pretended to wipe his drool, already eager to take a big sip!

"Consider this the interest for injuring my master!" Wushuang raised his hand and pushed, and ten flying swords returned to their sheaths! He stood up, sat directly in the city lord's seat, looked at the Grand Elder, and said arrogantly, "Grand Elder, may I sit in this city lord's seat?"

The elders exchanged glances and then loudly proclaimed, "Greetings, City Lord!"

Ye Songtao lay on the ground, looking at Wushuang sitting in the city lord's seat, somewhat incredulous!

I... just like that, I've lost!

That mad monk was right after all. By the way, where is that mad monk now?

Ye Songtao hurriedly turned his head, only to see Li Xiuyuan appear in front of him at some point, patting his head with a broken fan and saying with a grin, "How was it? Was my prediction accurate?"

Chapter 102 Unrivaled Challenge: The Shock of Instant Defeat!

"Crazy monk...did you already know all along?!" Ye Songtao still didn't believe Li Xiuyuan's fortune-telling.

He was more inclined to believe that Li Xiuyuan knew in advance that Wushuang could pull out ten flying swords!

No one in the world can calculate that accurately!

Li Xiuyuan neither admitted nor denied it; he had indeed known about this news for a long time.

But when it comes to fortune telling, it is actually possible to tell the answer.

Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan fanned himself. Now that he had obtained the fine wine through alms, there was no point in staying in Wushuang City any longer.

So he got up and left.

Ye Songtao was somewhat surprised and shouted, "Hey, crazy monk, you haven't answered my question yet!"

"Even if I, the monk, gave you the answer to this kind of question, what difference would it make?" Li Xiuyuan said with a chuckle, waving his fan. "Isn't the ending already predetermined? Alright, I'm going to drink now! Hahahaha!"

Just then, Wushuang suddenly stood up and said to Li Xiuyuan, "Senior Daoji, I would like to ask you for some guidance!"

Upon hearing this, everyone else turned to look at him.

For example, the Grand Elder, after seeing Li Xiuyuan make a move, felt that although this monk was crazy, his strength should not be underestimated.

Song Yan Hui had indeed fought with Dao Ji, and the injuries on his body were a result of that encounter.

He turned to Wushuang and said, "Wushuang, you must not be disrespectful to Master Daoji!"

"Oh dear, Master, I am now the City Lord of Wushuang City, and I make the decisions!" Wushuang waved her hand dismissively, bowed slightly to Li Xiuyuan, and said, "Master Daoji, my strength has improved quite a bit recently, so I would like to take this opportunity to learn from you. Is that alright?"

Although Wushuang was a young man, impetuous and reckless, he was itching to fight when he saw Li Xiuyuan arrive.

But youthful arrogance isn't foolish, is it? He knew very well that his progress was far from enough to defeat his opponent, so he was asking Li Xiuyuan for guidance, or rather... guidance!

Li Xiuyuan, who was in a hurry to drink, immediately shook his tattered fan and said, "No, no, this monk is thinking about drinking right now!"

A smile appeared on Wushuang's lips. He then remembered that Master Daoji seemed to enjoy drinking. He immediately smiled and said, "Master Daoji, let's have a friendly spar! If you win, I'll give you a jar of century-old wine! A real hundred-year-old vintage!"

"Hahaha... If there really is a century-old wine, it's not impossible!" Li Xiuyuan laughed, scratching his itch. He was too lazy to fight or anything like that.

Nothing is more interesting than drinking, eating meat, and watching others fight.

However, if it's a century-old wine, that's a different story!

"Since Master Daoji agrees, then Wushuang will make his move. Wushuang Sword Box, bring it out!"

With a face full of excitement, Wushuang stood up and pushed the Wushuang Sword Box, sending ten flying swords flying towards Li Xiuyuan.

Song Yan stood to the side, somewhat speechless.

My apprentice is still a bit young and impetuous, always liking to challenge the impossible.

Master Daoji's cultivation is unfathomable; even a sword immortal might not be his match.

Even with all thirteen flying swords unleashed from the Peerless Sword Box, they were no match for Daoji.

If it were any other sword immortal, such as the Wrathful Sword Immortal, his disciple would probably be dead!

Fortunately, Master Daoji was quite magnanimous and even a little carefree!

Li Xiuyuan looked at the ten flying swords of Wushuang without taking them seriously at all!

His body swayed left and right with incredible agility.

No matter how the ten flying swords attacked, they couldn't even touch the hem of Li Xiuyuan's clothes.

"Hiss, as expected of Master Daoji, he is indeed formidable!"

Wushuang's eyes widened, her heart filled with shock at the scene where even with all her strength, she couldn't touch the other person!

The five elders found it unbelievable.

In their eyes, ten flying swords meant that, while they might not be able to find an opponent, they were already close to the level of top-tier experts.

After all, Ye Songtao couldn't even get past six flying swords!

But now, even with all her might, Wushuang couldn't even touch a single hem of the mad monk's robe! m.23sk.net

Li Xiuyuan stretched his body and felt that he was almost done.

His body vanished rapidly, appearing beside Wushuang in an instant.

Wushuang was startled when she saw Li Xiuyuan suddenly appear in front of her, and was stunned for a moment.

The ten flying swords were still far away, and he didn't even have the strength to defend himself.

But Li Xiuyuan picked up his fan and patted Wushuang on the head, saying with a grin, "Wushuang, this monk is quite good at fortune telling! I've calculated with my fingers that you'll face a bloody disaster in the future! Steel is easily broken! That's all I have to say, you should reflect on it!"

Song Yan was taken aback, bowed and asked, "I wonder what Master Daoji meant by the bloodshed?"

"Haha, this is a secret that cannot be revealed!" Li Xiuyuan had no intention of changing the future casually, so he simply waved his hand and said, "Benefactor Song, farewell!"

After saying that, his body accelerated, far surpassing any light-footed skill.

A group of martial arts masters only caught a glimpse of a fleeting afterimage; in the blink of an eye, Daoji vanished.

Song Yan Hui's heart sank, filled with some worry.

The divination results of the monk Daoji here are sometimes accurate and sometimes not. What exactly is this bloody disaster?