Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

"You decide what to do!"

Faced with Duan Duxiu's angry tone, Duan Yu smiled bitterly—as expected, disobeying him would lead to this outcome.

He already knew that after the matter was over, he would definitely be severely criticized by his parents.

But that doesn't matter.

He doesn't care.

"Looks like there are still some sensible people around here~"

Yunping glanced at Duan Yu with some appreciation—this kid's words and actions were quite righteous, and he looked decent enough not to be someone who bullies others by relying on his power.

Moreover, Yunping seemed to be able to read something in his eyes that others couldn't.

He slowly moved aside, and the crowd dispersed to avoid close contact with him. Yunping didn't care. Instead, he took a stool from his storage ring, took out some peanuts, and chose to be a spectator.

—The old rogue has finished his work. Although the initial intimidation was a bit excessive, he managed to salvage the situation. Now it's up to the kid himself.

Jiang Shaoguang still has a lot to do.

"If there are truly two people who love each other, then at least I think a happy ending is the best outcome."

As Duan Yu spoke with emotion, he slowly removed the red flower binding his waist, making the somewhat restrictive clothing easier to move in.

At that moment, the beautiful woman sitting not far away glared at him coldly and spoke, her deep voice quietly entering Duan Yu's ears.

"Don't try anything funny, Yu'er. I know what you're thinking."

Duan Yu turned his head and looked at the beautiful woman sitting next to Chu Aotian, whose expression was equally gloomy.

—Duan Meixuan.

"If you try to lose the competition on purpose, your father will be furious. If he takes his anger out on someone, you'll regret it."

The moment a certain person was mentioned, the smile on Duan Yu's face vanished instantly.

He knew this was a threat.

It was Duan Meixuan, a mother, who used everything about the person Duan Yu always cared about to threaten him.

Indeed, if it weren't for the Duan family or other people present, Duan Yu would definitely have chosen to throw the game and deliberately lost to Jiang Shaoguang.

In this way, perhaps I can also escape from this unwarranted emotional bondage.

However—he cannot deliberately hold back.

Because there were far too many people present, including Duan Meixuan and Duan Duxiu, who were all aware of his own strength, he could not feign defeat and then be defeated.

That would only lead to some things he doesn't want to see happen.

So from the very beginning, he never intended to lose intentionally.

"please……"

Duan Yu—head down, placing all his hopes on someone.

It wasn't me, it wasn't Su Yu, and it wasn't my parents either.

Instead, it was the enemy standing in front of him.

Jiang Shaoguang.

With no other options, he could only place all his remaining hopes on his enemy.

"What's your name?"

The crowd seemed to sense the change in atmosphere. Now that the duel between the two was over, all they had to do was step back and create space for them.

Inside the Duan family compound, a spacious circular area was suddenly set up by the crowd. In the center of the area stood Duan Yu, dressed in a red robe, and Jiang Shaoguang, dressed in a black robe as if night had fallen.

One man held a fan, the other a sword.

They stood quietly, silently gazing at each other.

"Jiang Shaoguang".

The blond youth replied.

Why have you come?

"Proposing marriage—"

As if he thought the answer was inaccurate, Jiang Shaoguang added another sentence.

"And for a promise that was not fulfilled before."

……

Su Yu suddenly raised her head, tears glistening in her eyes.

He still remembers...

do you remember?

……

"The promise..."

Duan Yu seemed to have not touched this word for a very long time.

Perhaps it was out of fear, or perhaps it was out of self-blame.

Like Jiang Shaoguang, he also failed to fulfill a certain promise.

"I understand."

Duan Yu understood Jiang Shaoguang's feelings better than anyone else.

He simply envied Jiang Shaoguang even more.

Because he still has a chance to make amends, and he still has the opportunity to fulfill the unfinished promise.

But myself...

Perhaps it's no longer there.

"I won't hold back."

Duan Yu gently stroked the paper fan, and the fragrance of ink and literary energy mingled with bursts of spiritual energy as it danced out. The spiritual energy he had gained from breaking through to the Kaiyuan stage was enough to draw upon the spiritual energy throughout his body and gather it into shape.

Jiang Shaoguang noticed that Duan Yu's expression showed no anger, and there wasn't even the slightest fighting spirit in his eyes.

Instead, there is anticipation.

It is an expectation of oneself.

Duan Yu had never looked forward to anyone as much as he did today.

Please, you absolutely must free me... from this endless bondage.

That's how he felt inside.

"Let's begin."

The longsword was drawn.

A folding fan dances lightly.

Both the Way of Literature and the Way of Martial Arts are great paths established by two great immortals.

Both of them were at the entry level of the Kaiyuan stage, and their cultivation levels were almost the same.

At this moment, the two, who were so close together, finally rushed towards each other.

30. Storm

Both were at the initial stage of the Kaiyuan Realm. In terms of physique, neither of them possessed an elemental physique. Therefore, since their spiritual energy and cultivation levels were comparable, they would have to rely on other factors to determine a winner.

The perfect fusion of black and white, two things that should be incompatible like water and fire, rotate rapidly here, while yin and yang are separated, yet a delicate balance is achieved between the array diagrams.

Yin and Yang interact, giving rise to the profound Taiji.

The black-robed youth transformed his sword into a shadow, a three-inch silver disc rotating along the sword's spine. Spiritual energy surged forth, instantly creating several Tai Chi seals. The sword's edge pierced the core of the seals, and suddenly gusts of wind surged forth.

His figure moved swiftly, stepping on a black and white Tai Chi formation, rushing towards Duan Yu with an overwhelming force.

He shows no mercy; he goes all out when he strikes.

Duan Yu had never seen such a bizarre array and technique before, but this only increased his anticipation.

"Good timing!"

The joy and excitement in his heart could not be expressed in a few words. Duan Yu turned around and summoned a wisp of ink. With the flow of spiritual energy, a new white jade and copper pen appeared in his hand.

Faced with Jiang Shaoguang's sudden thrust, he neither dodged nor evaded, but instead wielded his copper pen with abandon, writing a large character with ink.

That was his surname, the very foundation of his physical body, Duan Yu.

The ink characters, imbued with boundless self-expression, met Jiang Shaoguang's sword. The collision between the Way of Literature and the Way of Martial Arts, spanning millions of years, instantly caused wave after wave of terrifying waves.

The figure in black robes was fearless. From the moment he stood in the Duan family compound, he could not turn back and had no intention of doing so.

On the spine of the sword, the Yin-Yang, Black-White Tai Chi seals rapidly appeared. The youth used the sword to control his body, and his spiritual energy surged wildly around him.

boom!

The character "段" cracked instantly, and Jiang Shaoguang pierced through the character "墨" with a single sword stroke.

Jiang Shaoguang didn't stop running; he had no intention of creating distance or stabilizing himself. Instead, he continued to rush towards Duan Yu.

"Truly a person with his own unique style!"

Seeing the ink characters crack open, Duan Yu was not angry or annoyed at all; instead, the joy on his face intensified.

He had waited too long for this day.

That single word, though not a trump card, still possessed seven or eight tenths of its power, yet it was easily pierced by Jiang Shaoguang's sword. This also proves that Jiang Shaoguang is the person he has been waiting for.

Duan Yu did not retreat, but instead used the copper pen as a sword, heaven and earth as the law, and ink as the foundation to write another character.

Jade.

That is his name, his very essence.

A handsome young man like him should naturally be among mortals.