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

Once the word "jade" was uttered, Duan Yu no longer held back. Holding the pen in his right hand, he flicked his left hand, and the folding fan instantly unfolded, revealing a magnificent and expansive landscape painting on which the quatrain poem suddenly shone with dazzling brilliance.

He recited the poem aloud, and at the same time, his spiritual energy seemed to connect with some kind of great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and a semi-transparent mark faintly appeared between his eyebrows.

Anyone with a modicum of knowledge would know that this is the Wen Dao Yao Seal!

It is the Wen Dao Yao Seal that only a born genius can possess, blessed by the Wen Dao!

Duan Yu was also someone Wen Dao had his eye on?!

The breath of the Great Dao swirled and flowed within the Duan family compound. Jiang Shaoguang's sword seemed to have lost its former sharpness, and the jade character that flew horizontally instantly bloomed with exquisite color, completely shattering the black shadow's indomitable and valiant posture.

The immense force struck, and the Tai Chi formation beside Jiang Shaoguang quickly blocked his path, deflecting the terrifying power. Even so, Jiang Shaoguang was still sent flying dozens of meters away, only managing to stop himself by the blade of his sword hitting the ground.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Upon seeing this, Duan Duxiu exclaimed "Good!" three times, a smug and arrogant look appearing between his brows. "As expected of my son, his literary talent is truly remarkable!"

Duan Yu completely ignored his father's meaning. He knew that his father was only praising his literary talent...

Not him personally.

His gaze fell on Jiang Shaoguang, who was slowly getting up. The attack he had just delivered was one that used the power of literature, yet Jiang Shaoguang did not appear to have suffered any serious damage.

and--

Under the blazing sun, the young man's gaze remained as firm as a rock.

Fearless and undaunted, as if they had already been certain of something.

"Again."

The young man in black robes, carrying a sword, strode towards Duan Yu.

He had no intention of giving up. Yunping had done everything he could for him. Now it was Jiang Shaoguang's turn.

"it is good!"

Duan Yu burst into laughter; he had never been so happy as he was today.

The sword of youth, the pen of scholar.

The two clashed with ink and swordsmanship within the Duan family compound. In an instant, ink and sword light flew everywhere, and array diagrams and words soared together.

The clash of their spiritual energies created gusts of powerful winds, leaving everyone present somewhat bewildered.

Duan Yu, who possesses the Wen Dao Yao Seal, has already reached the initial stage of the Kaiyuan Realm in his cultivation. With the help of the Great Dao's energy, it is not surprising that the poems and songs he writes with great effort could shake an entire mountain.

But what they didn't expect was that this black-robed youth who suddenly appeared from a nouveau riche sect actually managed to fight Duan Yu to a standstill with his physical body, which had no elemental physique enhancement!

That bizarre Tai Chi formation, with its perfectly balanced Yin and Yang seals, was something that none of the sect and family leaders present had ever heard of before.

In addition, his profound martial arts skills, which had reached the point of complete mastery, and his refined and honed physical body, allowed him to hold his own against the odds for a short period of time!

"Third Senior Brother..."

among the crowd.

Sakura's hair swayed with her powerful presence. The stunningly beautiful girl, dressed in a red and white shrine maiden's robe, gritted her teeth, her right hand trembling as she pressed it against the scabbard, as if she were about to charge forward at any moment.

She couldn't tell—she couldn't tell who would win.

She hasn't reached the level of Jiang Shaoguang and Duan Yu yet. Indeed, she often challenges Jiang Shaoguang to duels, but she knows that she doesn't have the ability to defeat him.

However, with her current insight, she is not yet able to foresee the outcome of this duel.

"Senior Brother Jiang... Will Third Senior Brother win?"

Like Fan Luokui, the girl named Zhang Ruoxue turned around and focused her gaze on the handsome young man.

Jiang Yuetian watched the two people constantly moving and crisscrossing in the arena with a strange expression, but finally sighed.

"do not know."

He was equally uncertain.

Inside the room, everyone inexplicably fell into a silence.

Ye Yuchan stared intently at the two people in the arena and took a deep breath.

so similar……

Knowing Duan Yu's past, she couldn't help but think that he and Jiang Shaoguang were too similar.

They both have loved ones and made promises to them that they must keep, but because of their families, they miss their chance to be with their loved ones.

We've all felt lost, confused, and disappointed.

They are all people with bright futures ahead of them.

Even their personalities are somewhat similar.

Now... perhaps their goals are the same: they both yearn to overthrow this unjust marriage.

Therefore, one person must defeat the other, while the other... prays that he will be defeated.

If conditions allowed, Jiang Shaoguang would probably just blow a breath and Duan Yu would admit defeat on the spot...

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world.

—The sword rises.

Jiang Shaoguang flashed swiftly, leaping over surging streams of ink. In a split second, using the momentum of Tai Chi, he stepped onto the array diagram and arrived instantly.

Duan Yu took a step to the side, and in an instant, it seemed as if he had traversed several steps. Compared to the lightning-fast and ghostly movements, the method of shrinking the distance to an inch is more suitable for those who cultivate literature and Taoism.

As he created distance, Duan Yu wielded his ink, his brush moving like a long dragon, his characters like sharp swords, rapidly carving several lines of text imbued with the power of literature into the air.

The seal of Wendao Yaoyin truly possesses remarkable power.

Jiang Shaoguang was perfectly aware of this.

However, he did not back down at all. He knew very well that if things continued, Duan Yu, who possessed the Wen Dao Yao Seal, would obviously have a better chance in terms of spiritual energy. He had to find an opportunity.

An opportunity to break the deadlock.

He must win this battle.

Jiang Shaoguang shouted angrily in a low voice, then turned to meet the ink characters flying towards him.

Without dodging or avoiding, and without using his sword to break it, he directly crashed into the ink characters with his own body.

"Third Senior Brother!"

Fan Luokui exclaimed in surprise, instantly attracting the attention of those around her.

But whether it was Fan Luokui or Ye Yuchan, everyone at Yuntian Academy couldn't help but feel worried for Jiang Shaoguang.

Puff puff--

The ink characters crumbled, turning into drops of pitch-black ink that fell down.

And then that merciless black shadow darted out from the darkness.

Jiang Shaoguang used his physical strength to withstand Duan Yu's attack, thus seizing a slight opportunity to launch an offensive.

Although his face was already cut open in several places by the ink, with blood dripping from them, he didn't care at all, letting the swift wind blow the wounds open again.

Jiang Shaoguang's figure appeared in front of Duan Yu in an instant. This time, Duan Yu had no way to avoid him and could no longer create distance.

A look of astonishment and delight flashed in Duan Yu's eyes. He had never expected that Jiang Shaoguang would launch such a brutal attack without regard for his own safety.

Without hesitation—such decisive judgment…

What a formidable opponent!

Duan Yu's opinion of Jiang Shaoguang improved even more, but he couldn't give up so easily.

The copper pen in his right hand quickly disintegrated into a thick stream of spiritual ink, and then he made a complex hand seal with his right hand, causing the paper fan in his left hand to be covered with a layer of dim black light.

Hey~

The sound of metal clashing.

The fan ribs, gleaming with a dim light, blocked Duan Yu's path, clashing with Jiang Shaoguang's sword.

The force that swept over him still made Duan Yu feel as if the bones in his left hand were about to break. He quickly retreated several steps, and at the same time, he suddenly exerted force with his left hand, throwing Jiang Shaoguang to the side.

Wen Daoyao's seal reappeared, and several smears of ink transformed into sharp, long cones that, while flinging Jiang Shaoguang aside, flew precisely toward him.

Ding Ding Ding ~

A series of striking sounds.

Jiang Shaoguang stood still again, knocking down the ink cones flying towards him one by one, and then looked at Duan Yu not far away.

The young master was no longer the carefree man he once was. His hair was now disheveled, his right hand held a copper pen, his back was no longer straight, and a faint smile played on his lips.

His left hand trembled as he gave Jiang Shaoguang a bitter smile.

"Your sword is faster than I imagined..."

Click, click—

The sound of the fan ribs breaking sounded just like the sound of his hand bones breaking.

That unexpected sword strike had rendered Duan Yu's left hand almost unusable.

Jiang Shaoguang took a deep breath and glanced at the girl named Su Yu in the distance with a hint of resentment.

Immediately, he pulled the ink cone out of his right wrist.

Blood gushed out—

Yes, it must be admitted that Wen Daoyao's seal is a big problem for Jiang Shaoguang.

His right hand was pierced by the ink cone that couldn't be broken in time, and blood kept flowing out, making even the way he gripped the sword hilt somewhat stiff.

"Again."

He has to win.

31. Defaulting on a debt

Sword light appears, ink shadows surge.

Almost everyone underestimated Jiang Shaoguang's strength.