e in that instant, a brittle sound of bones echoed from Lei Dutong's shoulder.Before those guards rushed over, Zheng Shangming snarled, "Let me introduce myself again. My name is Zheng Shangming!">"Le...Long Hu truly lives up to its reputation as a top-grade Dao art passed down from the ancient Yang Emperor's lineage. It certainly played a decisive role in this battle, tipping the scales at the perfect moment.

But Jiang Wang was very clear that, in the duel of swordsmanship, he had already lost to Ning Jianke.

To be honest, his current path is not clear enough or complete. The swordsmanship of the Xinzi Building's path is not even his strongest technique. He also believes that the Mountain-Splitting Sword he unleashed under the state of a sword immortal, integrating the power of five divine abilities, is something Ning Jianke cannot withstand.

However, the performance in the battle was like this.

He intended to end the fight with his swordsmanship, but in the duel of swords, he lost more than just a few points.

He considered himself to have already placed great importance on Ning Jianke, but because of the overwhelming advantage in internal hierarchy, he still underestimated Ning Jianke's swordsmanship.

This struck him like a thunderclap.

It's not just Jiang Wang who is working hard in this world, nor is he the only one who makes progress.

Like a genius swordsman like Ning Jianke, with extraordinary talent and a deep background, it's not uncommon for them to make rapid progress under the guidance of powerful masters.

Jiang Wang sheathed his sword, extinguishing the glow of the Five Bureaus, and sincerely praised: "Your sword just now was truly unpredictable!"

Ning Jianke's expression was calm, or perhaps it was this fabricated, overly ordinary face that simply wasn't suited to making any expressions.

In the end, she just pursed her lips and said: "But I still lost."

"You win in swordsmanship, but I win in life and death." Jiang Wang said frankly: "This time we can be considered a draw."

Ning Jianke's eyes softened noticeably. After all, she had been in seclusion for so long, diligently studying sword techniques, and a large part of the reason was the immense pressure this opponent had placed on her. In a way, Jiang Wang's evaluation acknowledged her efforts.

She modestly said, "Actually..."

She wanted to humbly say that she actually benefited from her master's teachings, and your path with the sword was already very clear and impressive...

But just as he said, "Actually," the guy said, "But next time it might not be."

Jiang Wang looked at Ning Jianke with full confidence: "Next time if your swordsmanship doesn't improve much, I can defeat you with my swordsmanship alone!"

"Heh, is that so" Ning Jianke gritted his teeth and said, "Then just wait and see!"

"Since this time it's considered a draw..." Jiang Wang seriously started calculating, "Using the Fourth Rank Sword Platform costs 200 points of energy each time. Later, I'll concede defeat proactively, and you transfer 100 points back to me when you return. In the Illusory Realm of Emptiness, my name is Dugu Wudi, don't forget that."

“No need.”

"Don't be so polite to me, 100 points of skill is nothing! I'm truly impressed by your swordsmanship! Hey! Where did you go"

Ning Jianke had already conceded defeat and left the Dueling Stage.

Jiang Wang stood in place, feeling inexplicably confused.

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Because according to the rules of the Illusory Reality Realm, he was supposed to be the winner and didn't have to exert any effort. Now he's even willing to split the cost of using the Dueling Platform in half, what more could you ask for

Ning Jianke's swordsmanship is excellent, and his fighting tenacity is also very good. It's just his temper...it's really hard to evaluate...Maybe this is just the quirk of a genius!

Back in the blessed space, Jiang Wang silently counted his accomplishments, calculating how much more he needed to further elevate his existing Dao arts. He also sent a few letters to Zuo Guangshu, setting a time for their trip to Chu State.

To his surprise, he received another letter from Ning Jianke —

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"What is your current ranking in the outer courtyard"

Jiang Wang spoke honestly: "I haven't played many games, and I'm not in the top 100 yet."

"Shouldn't have lost, right"

"Never lost."

"You could spend more time on the Debate Platform. I'm looking forward to seeing you at your full potential, and very much anticipate your match against the current top fighter of Tai Xu Wai Lou."

"Was that person very strong"

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"It's terrifying."

"Do you think that person is stronger than me at my peak" Jiang Wang asked.

The swordsman replied, "I cannot judge who would win between you...but I've sparred with him before. Just from my own experience, the pressure he brings is indeed stronger than yours."

Jiang Wang found it even more interesting.

He was the one who, on the battlefield of Xingyueyuan, directly defeated Chen Suan of the Jing Kingdom. Although that sword strike borrowed some power from the Jade Ruler Star Jun, the fact that it caused all the proud geniuses of the Jing Kingdom to bow their heads remained unchanged.

> It's been several months since then.

At his rate of progress, he is becoming stronger day by day.

These swordsmen would surely know.

He and the swordsman Ning Jian had yet to fully display their peak combat strength. Ning Jian would know this as well.

But she still felt that the current number one in Tai Xu Wai Lou was slightly stronger than Jiang Wang.

Moreover, this person must not be Chong Xuan Zun or Dou Zhao, nor any of the renowned prodigies from the Guanhe Stage. Otherwise, Ning Jianke wouldn't have spoken in such a mysterious manner.

“What is this person’s background” Jiang Wang asked curiously.

Not long after, Ning Jianke's reply arrived: “His name is Yi Shengfeng. Both inside and outside the Taixu Illusory Realm, he goes by this name. He is a high disciple of Nandou Hall. A few days ago, Nandou Hall came to my Jiange to spar. I fought him… I am indeed no match for him.”

Both Nandou Dian and Jian Ge are major sects in Nanyue.

Of course, with the vastness of the southern region, there are definitely more than just these two major sects. There's also the Sanxing Palace in the southeast border region, the Sumeru Mountain in the southwest border region, as well as the Longmen Academy, the Mugud Academy, and the Xuehe Sect...

Within the entire scope of the current world, the Southern Region likely has the most top-tier sects. There are many historical factors behind this.

But for Jiang Wang, what the Nandou Hall and Sword Pavilion were didn't matter.

What's crucial is the name written in the letter.

He remembered the name.

Once upon a time.

So long ago that he had almost forgotten.

He had a childhood friend who often sparred with him using wooden swords during his childhood.

He could be said to have grown up wearing a single pair of pants, and when the celestial opportunity came, he was pushed into the water by that person, nearly drowning.

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That person's name...

His name is Yi Shengfeng.

To think that I would hear this name again, and at this time, in this situation.

He had, of course, imagined that at his moment of widespread fame, that person would be in some corner of the world, hearing his name.

He knew that with that person's personality, they would never yield, never back down. He knew that as long as they both continued on the path of cultivation, they would eventually meet.

But he really didn't expect it to come so quickly.

The construction and expansion of the Illusory Realm greatly enhanced communication among contemporary practitioners, accelerated the collision of talented individuals from various paths, and easily bridged the vast distances between different domains in the mortal world.

That person seems to have grown into a very powerful being...

Jiang Wang closed her eyes, feeling as if she was sinking in water, that suffocating sensation, which had never faded. It had never been forgotten... How could she forget!

Once again, before my eyes... the silhouette of that white-haired swordsman vanishing into the distance. His figure was so cold and resolute as he disappeared amidst the rippling water.

It's really been a long time, this old dream.

Ning Jianke, who was far away in Jiange, waited for a long time but never received a reply from Jiang Wang.

I couldn't help but send another message: "Do you know him"

Jiang Wang opened his eyes, spread out the letter paper, and seriously replied, "I will."

Every word is like a sword.

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His talents were fully displayed.

"Are you leaving today" Ye Qingyu asked.

“Yes, I should have gone long ago.” Jiang Wang sat properly, his eyes fixed on his younger sister who was playing with Chonghui not far away. He sighed: “This paradise is not for ordinary people to stay in for long.”

"Who in the world isn't an ordinary person" Ye Qingyu said softly.

Jiang Wang fell silent for a moment, then said: "I have many things on my mind."

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Ye Qingyu didn't try to comfort him, only saying: "It's a pity. I'm still not very proficient in the Taoist techniques you taught me."

"The Eight-Tone Flame Sparrow is somewhat complex and not so easy to master." Jiang Wang said softly, "If you have anything you don't understand later, just write me a letter, and I will reply as soon as possible."

"Good." Ye Qingyu smiled in response.

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"Brother!" Jiang An'an ran over with her short legs.

Dumbgray walked with shorter legs, close behind.

Jiang Wang smiled gently at her younger sister, watching as she ran up to her, her small hands tucked behind her back.

“Have you finished telling Qingyu sister about the Dao arts”

"How about it" Jiang Wang smiled. "You want to learn too You can't learn the Yu Pulse Realm, you know."

He wanted to take this opportunity to give her some life advice and encourage her to practice diligently.

Jiang An'an had already firmly shook her head: "No, no. I've learned so much every day already!"

Chuihui also shook her head vigorously, shaking off tufts of hair.

"Then why are you so concerned about this" Jiang Wang said with a smile.

Jiang An'an just walked up to Jiang Wang like that, with her hands behind her back, and threw herself straight into his chest, burying her head in it. She mumbled, "So you're leaving today anyway."

It turned out she wasn't playing with Chubby Gray and forgot, but rather, she was very considerate and didn't want to disturb Jiang Wang and Ye Qingyu's cultivation.

This made Ye Qingyu beside him a little embarrassed.

Jiang Wang rubbed her little head and said softly, "Brother isn't not coming back. You practice well at Lingxiao Pavilion, brother will come back to see you when he has time."

Jiang An'an raised her head and looked up at her brother: "Brother."

Jiang Wang lowered his head and gently looked at her: "Here."

Jiang An'an brought her hands from her back to the front, slowly pulling them apart in front of Jiang Wang. In her hands was a jade waist belt, green as jade, held delicately before him.

She smiled and held up the jade pendant, saying crisply, “Happy birthday in advance!”

Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment before remembering that the upcoming 28th of January was his birthday.

He had almost forgotten.

But seven-year-old Jiang Anan remembers this year.

Jiang Wang smiled and got up, taking off the waist sash of the Ruyi Fairy Robe she had conjured. She carefully put on the waist sash her sister had given her, then lowered her head to look around, very satisfied: "My sister has such good taste!"

"Heh heh." Jiang An'an said proudly, "I didn't buy it with your money, you know."

Of course, Jiang Wang would give his little sister some pocket money every time. But Jiang An'an had also been running errands for her senior brothers and sisters to "make money" a long time ago, so her own small purse was well-stocked.

"I love it so much!"

Jiāng Wàng patted her jade belt, unwilling to let go of it.

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Jiang Annan smiled, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Chump Gray was running around on the ground alone, turning very happily, not knowing why.

Ye Qingyu looked at them with a smile in her eyes.

This was an ordinary day, also a beautiful place to be in the world.

Two beauties, one big and one small, along with a silly dog, bid farewell to the ethereal Jiang Wang in his flowing blue shirt.

Watching him stride away, he gradually disappeared into the distance.

Such a farewell had happened many times. Although Jiang An'an was still reluctant, she wouldn't cry anymore... After all, she was already a seven-year-old cultivator of the Youmai realm!

Ye Qingyu led Jiang Anan's hand back, Chunhui bouncing excitedly left and right, showing no sign of reluctance towards its original owner.

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“Qing Yu jie,” Jiang An’an asked curiously, “Is the Taoism my brother taught me difficult”

"Not bad," Ye Qingyu said lightly.

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With a light tap of her finger, a cloud burst open suddenly, exploding into countless white birds like clouds, "chirping" and twittering.

That sound gradually unified, becoming beautiful music—

Ding dong...

Bang bang...

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The music was extremely moving, and the lark was extremely beautiful.

This is the art of Taoism, the eight tones and melodies of birds!

"So beautiful!" Jiang Anan exclaimed.

The dumb grey dog barked furiously, baring its teeth and looking very angry, as if it thought the sparrows were arguing with it.

"That's not right." Jiang An'an suddenly reacted, tilting her head to look at Ye Qingyu: "Don't you know how to do this Why do you still want my brother to teach you"

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Ye Qingyu scattered the sparrow with an expressionless face and said in a soft voice, "Not very skilled, so I need to practice more."

He looked down at Jiang An'an again: "Cultivation is like this, you can't be lazy just because you know how... So have you practiced your calligraphy"

Jiang Annan gasped, suddenly exclaiming, “Uncle Ye!”

"It's no use calling anyone." Ye Qingyu clutched her hand tightly, about to personally escort her to the "execution ground". As she glanced forward, she actually saw her own old father.

Only then did Ye Dazhen, in his white robes and blue hairpins, appear...

Crouching in front of a oxcart.

The old oxen pulling the cart have no interest in life.

The car was piled high with books.

"What is this, old man" Ye Qingyu asked, looking utterly confused.

"Martial arts," Ye Lingxiao stood up abruptly, nonchalantly patting the books behind him: "Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder... whatever you want! They're all top-notch, enough for you to study for ten or eight years. If you don't like this cartload of martial arts, I've prepared another one for you. Don't learn from random people, who knows if they even understand!"

Jiang An'an stealthily hid behind Ye Qingyu, so many spells were too terrifying, if she had to learn them all, she would have to learn until she was eight years old Where would she have time to play

Ye Qingyu then frowned: "You eavesdropped on our conversation again"

Ye Lingxiao smiled nonchalantly: "That doesn't exist. Father was just thinking about your accumulation of Taoism..."

Ye Qingyu took Jiang An'an by the arm and pulled her in front of him: "An'an is right here, in front of the children. Be honest with me!"

"Steal You, you rascal!" Ye Lingxiao suddenly jumped up, looking extremely furious: "You stole fish again!"

He vanished in a flash, leaving only wisps of cloud.

A car full of martial arts books.

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