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

He was not someone who blended into the crowd, possessing only a slight cultivation level but no talent whatsoever.

On the contrary, Jiang Shaoguang is very talented.

Among all the cultivators Yunping had ever met, this kid's comprehension was absolutely top-notch. Otherwise, the Taiji Bagua Tianyan Diagram he gave to Jiang Shaoguang would probably never have been deciphered in his lifetime.

With his martial arts talent, cultivation talent, and innate, unreplicable comprehension, Jiang Shaoguang would undoubtedly be among the top geniuses in any other major sect.

Therefore, he has the right to brandish his sword against the Duan family.

The long sword pierced the air.

The wailing sound of the air being torn apart was particularly piercing. The young man stood with his sword in hand, a black and white Tai Chi diagram swirling around him. The complex and mysterious Bagua diagram seemed to function as an array, with all sorts of mysteries converging on the sword.

With a single thrust, the sword seemed to traverse the realms of Yin and Yang, its blade a condensation of both black and white light.

Duan Yu was not afraid, letting his spiritual energy overflow. His literary talent and demeanor were even more outstanding than before. The Daoist seal between his brows shone brightly, and the breath of the Great Dao roared and emanated from the copper pen. A chilling wind swirled around the pen.

As he wielded his brush, a magnificent poem depicting mountains and rivers appeared before him. In an instant, Duan Yu seemed to merge himself into this world, into this ethereal landscape painting, his form like towering peaks and his heart like flowing water.

Almost everyone held their breath and stared intently—

Both of their spiritual energy had been fully gathered at this moment. They had already fought several rounds, with neither side gaining much advantage. They had each suffered some injury or damage.

However, continuing to delay in this way is certainly not a wise choice, because as time goes by, the spiritual energy will be depleted, and if a mistake is made, the consequences will inevitably be fatal.

Jiang Shaoguang did not want to fail—Duan Yu, though yearning to be defeated, could not defeat easily.

And now-

These two so alike chose to end the battle at the same time.

—It ends with someone's victory.

Duan Yu remained silent, the joy that had previously graced his lips vanished, replaced by a cold solemnity and seriousness.

He still prayed in his heart, praying that the person in front of him could defeat him, because that was his only... only way to be redeemed.

Whether your wish will come true depends on the next moment.

Jiang Shaoguang was in the same situation. His right arm was covered in wounds, and his left leg was so corroded by the ink that it was almost damaging the bone. Even without moving, he would feel intense pain.

Not to mention his right arm, which had already been pierced repeatedly by ink cones—the bloody hole looked particularly horrifying.

But he still held the sword, his right hand, stained with his own blood, gripping the hilt tightly, desperately, unwilling to let go no matter what, the veins bulging as if his blood vessels might burst at any moment.

He had to admit that Duan Yu was one of the most formidable opponents he had ever encountered.

It was also an obstacle he had to overcome.

"This is the last one..."

Jiang Shaoguang gripped the sword hilt tightly, letting the Tai Chi array around him swirl around him.

Duan Yu did not reply. Instead, he stood behind the faintly emerging landscape painting and magnificent poem about mountains and rivers, holding the tattered folding fan in his left hand and the copper pen in his right hand with a slight tremor.

Their gazes clashed fiercely in mid-air.

A moment later, Jiang Shaoguang slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

In an instant, eight small Tai Chi diagrams arranged vertically appeared on the silver-white sword. Guided by ancient and complex runes, eight obscure and difficult-to-understand ancient jade-colored characters then appeared on these eight diagrams.

Jiang Shaoguang did not intend to infuse his spiritual energy into himself, but instead poured all the remaining spiritual energy into his magic weapon.

This is a rather reckless move. Even those who cultivate martial arts and have bodies that have been tempered and refined through countless trials will still suffer severe damage without the assistance of spiritual energy.

Without spiritual energy to defend against it, Jiang Shaoguang's physical body would likely suffer severe damage if attacked head-on.

But Jiang Shaoguang no longer cared; all he needed was that one sword strike that belonged only to him.

As spiritual energy surged, the eight Tai Chi array diagrams began to rotate rapidly under the influx of spiritual energy. In an instant, all the mysterious characters on the array diagrams shone with dazzling brilliance.

A perfect blend of black and white—a Tai Chi symbol, representing the balance of Yin and Yang, appeared beneath Jiang Shaoguang's feet. At this moment, he seemed to have completely merged into the Yin-Yang pool, with pure black on the left and fleeting white on the right.

He held his sword to the side, the blade aimed precisely at the point of yin-yang balance in the Tai Chi diagram.

The absolute center.

The next instant, Jiang Shaoguang's figure vanished.

That wasn't extremely fast movement, nor was it some kind of ghostly technique; rather, it was a direct exchange of spaces.

—The space he was in, and the space in front of Duan Yu.

Shifting stars.

—Here it comes!

The instant the space shifted, Duan Yu felt an unprecedented sense of oppression and an indescribable pressure formed from countless mysteries pressing down on him.

A glimmer of starlight appeared in my field of vision.

It was a light that seemed to be black, yet also like a snow-white ray—indistinct, yet somehow clear.

He had no time to think; all he knew was that if he didn't stop it, that faint glimmer of light could kill him!

Because that is the light of a sword's edge.

"rise!"

The landscape painting, accompanied by Duan Yu's mere words, seemed to be summoned, and suddenly transformed from a phantom into an incredibly solid image, as if it truly existed in the world.

That magnificent and stirring poem about mountains and rivers exuded endless breath of the Great Dao, instantly forming countless towering mountains. On the mountains, the sun shone brightly in the sky, blazing fire scorched the heavens, and waterfalls flowed down from the peaks, their torrents roaring.

Heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers—at this moment, they are all Duan Yu's weapons!

With the blessing of the Wen Dao Yao Seal, this landscape painting and magnificent poem reached an unprecedented height, and the oppressive feeling it exuded was even more terrifying than that of some Nascent Soul stage experts!

Dozens of mountain peaks blocked his view, and raging fire scorched everything around him. The turbulent waterfall, like a heavy hammer, fell from the sky and crashed onto Jiang Shaoguang's already battered body.

Fan Luokui, Ye Yuchan, Zhang Ruoxue...

Everyone from Yuntian Academy jumped up, their eyes filled with astonishment and deep worry.

Duan Duxiu, Su Wubin, and the others watching from the sidelines clenched their fists, staring intently at the black and white phantom.

Only Su Yu—

She stared blankly at that all-too-familiar figure, tears unexpectedly sliding down her delicate face.

She never imagined he would come.

I never imagined he would make such a decision for her...

……

Inside the venue.

The place where everyone stared intently was where the sword and ink intersected.

The sword's blade, with its black and white, yet neither black nor white, light spots, collided violently with the landscape painting. The power of this sword was so great that almost no one present could see or understand it clearly.

Because it was an extremely complex and profound Tai Chi technique, this sword strike was something Jiang Shaoguang comprehended from the Tai Chi Bagua Tianyan Diagram.

It is yin or yang, heaven or earth, black or white, evil or good.

All living things have two sides. Black turns into white, and heaven turns into earth. But the two are inseparable. If there is no black, how can we see white? If there is no earth, how can we look up at the sky?

Jiang Shaoguang's sword strike was a sword that connected heaven and earth; if one had to put it into words—

With just this one sword strike, he had already touched upon the Great Dao.

boom! boom! boom!

Several mountains collapsed instantly, the magnificent and endless peaks were shattered by a single sword strike, while the cascading waterfall continued to pound on Jiang Shaoguang's already bloodied body, the flames scorching his gaping wounds.

Pain swept through his entire body; normally, he might have already collapsed and lost consciousness.

But at this moment, an unstoppable thought lingered in Jiang Shaoguang's mind, replacing his reason and self-awareness, and becoming the reason for his physical body and even his soul to move forward.

—For Su Yu.

He still remembers the fireworks of that year and that night.

I still remember sitting behind the wall, gazing longingly at the sky, and looking at myself with curiosity.

I will never forget the image of that shy young girl blushing as she ate candied hawthorns.

"Break!!"

Jiang Shaoguang roared angrily, and in the next instant, the black and white sword blade spread out, and a giant circular array with a diameter of about ten meters rapidly unfolded on its blade.

That was an array diagram.

A Tai Chi Bagua Heavenly Evolution Array Diagram!

The eight trigrams are engraved between black and white, and in the center of the rapidly swirling Yin-Yang pool, the mysterious light that connects with all things reappears.

—Sword light.

bang bang bang...

Mountains crumbled, the sun fell, and waterfalls froze.

The entire landscape painting vanished into nothingness in an instant, turning to ashes and smoke.

And those truly magnificent descriptions of mountains and rivers shattered in the blink of an eye, turning into useless ink that splashed in all directions.

All the breaths of the Great Dao and the myriad arts of literature are nothingness.

One sword can shatter all laws.

Before Duan Yu's eyes, there was only one light.

That light, seemingly black and white, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

He knew he had lost.

Because at this moment he had no spiritual energy left. The landscape painting and the magnificent poem about mountains and rivers had exhausted all his spiritual energy, and he had even used up the opportunity to activate the Wen Dao Yao Seal.

He had given it his all, but in the end—

Despite his dilapidated body, which could easily collapse at any moment, Jiang Shaoguang stubbornly endured the continuous bleeding and broke through his last line of defense.

If it were someone else... they probably wouldn't have been able to withstand it and would have collapsed.

Looking at the sword light that was getting closer and closer to his chest, Duan Yu smiled.

He had been waiting for this moment for far too long.