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The true lineage of Renxin Guan, the youngest master physician of our time, is undoubtedly a formidable force.

His mastery of the five senses, within this realm, is probably unmatched. There would be few, if any, who could rival him.

But Jiang Wang, despite missing the first opportunity, seized the momentum and decisively ended the battle with dazzling magic that left everyone bewildered.

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It is a crushing result.

Those who are gifted cultivators with top-tier lineage and direct instruction from masters, upon entering the outer halls, immediately ascend through genuine transmission. Afterward, they reach the peak through their natural talent.

How many people in the world can withstand Dou Zhao and Chong Xuan

But at seventeen, Jiang Wang escaped Fenglin City and had to start climbing all over again.

For him, every step he took led to a completely new and unfamiliar world. He had slain enemies in the Outer Court and within the Inner Palace grounds, but when it came to the Outer Court, he couldn't say he truly understood it...

Chong Xuan could condescendingly say on the Gu He Terrace, "The outer building doesn't seem too hard to understand."

He can't.

It is a journey of walking, observing, thinking, and striving.

After replenishing his resources at the residence of the Marquis of Huai, he enriched his experience in the Shanhai Realm and the unredeemable city.

Having witnessed the truth of the world's birth and death, having heard ancient secrets from nine hundred years ago, and having experienced many complex facets of life.

...in the Wuyun Mountains, secluded from the world, for nearly half a year...

Only after fully digesting all the gains from the outer building, did he head towards the strongest position in this realm.

He was candid,

It is also peaceful.

The battle is over.

Yi Tang watched as Jiang Wang retracted her hand,

There was a moment of confusion.

Is this how we lose

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He didn't show all of himself,

He still has many secret techniques of the Renxin Pavilion that he hasn't been able to use...

Yes.

That's how we lost.

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For a battle, how much you've learned or what you've learned doesn't matter, what matters is what is expressed in the battle,

Only what matters.

"I yield." Jiang Wang politely bowed, his voice gentle and carrying no hint of aggression.

Yi Tang came to his senses and replied, "Jiang Qingyang's reputation is well-deserved. Yi has lost."

He conceded defeat gracefully.

Jiang Wangjie's hands, folded in greeting, spread open.

With a translucent Yunmu cup cradled in her palm,

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There are five-colored little fish swimming in it.

He passed the cup of wine over: "Thank you, Brother Yi, for making this possible."

This sparring session has been incredibly beneficial to me. Please accept this small gift as a token of my appreciation, and don't refuse it.

Yi Tang waved his hand and said, "I have already lost. How can I shamelessly ask for your five-colored fish again"

Jiang Wang still raised his hand, his expression earnest: "This fish possesses a rare and unique poison, unmatched anywhere in the world. Only a master like Brother Yi could handle it,"

"Its power can only be exerted when it's put to use. I've kept it idle ever since I got it, which feels like a waste. To be honest with you, brother Yi, the reason I came here is to find a place for this fish, and honing our skills is secondary."

“You are a five-colored fish again,”

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Again, it's a magical artifact.

"That makes me uneasy." Yi Tang looked at him and said, "I wonder how I can help you"

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“Well, there’s actually something!” Jiang Wang laughed.

Yi Tang had a relaxed, "as expected" sort of expression. He said casually, "Go ahead and tell me. I'll do what I can,"

I won't refuse.

The underlying meaning is... things beyond one's reach.

Don't blame me either.

"I wonder if Brother Yi could help me write a letter of recommendation so I could meet Cui Yiyue privately" Jiang Wang smiled, "After all, Qinkù Academy is not as renowned for its medical prowess as Renxin Guan."

"It's easy to get in, but hard to make a real difference."

Qínkǔ Academy is the first among the four major academies in the world, and Cuī Yī is the first among the outer buildings of Qínkǔ Academy.

He held a position in the Qinkǔ Academy similar to Yi Tang's in the Rénxīn Hall. The two great figures of the world were not far apart from each other.

In Jiang Wang's view, these two people somehow must have some intersection.

Yi Tang exclaimed in surprise, "Are you also going to challenge"

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Jiang Wang only said: "It's just that I have been cultivating in seclusion for a long time,

Finally, he reached the end. He wanted to reach beyond the mountains and verify it for himself.

"Brother Jiang, you are truly the mountain beyond the mountains." Yi Tang shook his head and sighed before laughing. "I had to write this letter. The saying 'there are people outside of people' is true; it can't be that only I, Yi Tang, know this!"

Obviously, in his view, Cui Yi from the Diligent Academy wouldn't be a match for Jiang Wang.

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"Jiang Wang smiled and said, 'If Yi brother doesn't mind the trouble, why not write a few more'"

Yi Tang raised her eyes: "Where are you going next, Brother Jiang"

"Along the way, we've passed by Qinkǔ Academy, Qingya Academy, Dongwanggu, Xuankong Temple, and Sanxíng Palace."

Yi Tang was startled. "It seems, Brother Jiang, that you are going to test your sword against the world and prove yourself the best!"

Jiang Wàng said, "My fiefdom is in Qingyang Town, this is just a road back home."

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Yitang smiled and said, "That road is a bit roundabout."

Jiang Wang's gaze was serene: "It's only right to see the world's scenery, even if it's just a roundabout."

"Everything else is fine, just that if you go to Dongwang Valley, Brother Jiang had better not use my letter of recommendation…" Yitang extended his hand and beckoned, "Please come into the study and have a seat."

It seems that these two great medical centers have a deep-seated grudge...

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Jiang Wang thought to himself, and said aloud: "It's nothing. If it can ignite some anger, then sparring will reveal the truth more clearly."

Actually, to incite the fury of the Dongwanggu cultivators, he didn't even need Yi Tang's letter. With Dongwanggu's support for Shen Guo, his appearance at Dongwanggu was already a provocation in itself. And mentioning his past act of beheading Dongwanggu cultivator Mo Zichu... it could practically explode.

But that doesn't affect his good impression of Yi Tang.

Yi Tang just smiled.

In the study, several letters with similar content were drafted in a few strokes and sealed with his personal seal before being handed to Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang thanked them repeatedly and didn't linger long. He put on his hat and left.

The study was quiet for a long time, until a disciple of the Renxin Guan named Haozhen pushed open the door.

"Yi Shidi, who was that person just now"

"An acquaintance," Yi Tang said. "What about it"

"N-no, nothing like that." Hao Zhen scratched his head. "I'm just a little curious."

Yitang, who was sitting at his desk reviewing medical records, stopped and gave him a deep look: "Curiosity isn't a bad thing, but if you can't control it, it can be very troublesome."

"Brother, your teachings are well-received." Hao Zhen bowed his head and said.

Yi Tang pointed at the Yun Mu cup standing by the corner of the table: "Take it."

"Oh, Senior Brother, give me" Hao Zhen was a little surprised.

Yi Tang's expression was flat: "Don't you like it Take it then."

Thank you, senior brother!

Hao Zhen beamed with delight, cradling the Yun Mu Zun in her arms. She carefully watched the five-colored fish swimming within it.

"But there's a condition," Yi Tang said. "The people who sent these five-colored fish want them to be put to good use. You have to extract the poison as quickly as possible and see how to break it down. Maybe it can be used as medicine."

Okay!

Hao Zhen answered casually, holding Yun Mu's cup tightly in her arms and walking out without letting go.

“By the way,” Yi Tang’s voice came from behind, “Have the traveling doctors put in more effort recently. With Jing Mu in conflict, the world will be hard to keep in order. We also need to find out what's going on with the Snow Country as soon as possible. Our research into the desert is at a critical juncture, and we can’t afford to run out of materials…”

He emphasized, “Setsuko is important.”

"Okay!" Hao Zhen said.

Of course, he wouldn't be treated like this by Yitang. He wasn't as slippery and deceptive as Jiang Wang thought.

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The Renxin Guan has a tradition of physicians traveling the world. They only carry a bamboo walking stick and a gourd, saving lives and healing the sick without charging poor patients a consultation fee.

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...And within the Renxin Guan, they also had the responsibility of collecting information from around the world. This included all sorts of puzzling and bizarre occurrences, as well as the movements of major forces...

Among them, the best of the best.

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are called "wandering healers".

The four major academies each have their own unique charm.

Diligent Academy stands for diligence in learning and ranks first.

Adhering to the study spirit of "hanging one's head on a beam and piercing one's leg with a spike," we take "reading ten thousand books" as the foundation for academic pursuit.

Cui Yigeng is a representative of this spirit of hard study.

While other children were running around naked, he practiced swordplay every day until the first watch.

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Mr. Gu was esteemed, so he took the name Yi as his own.

Now throughout the diligent academy, those who have been graced by the divine, he leads them.

He wasn't willing to see visitors. The ocean of learning is vast, the path of the Tao boundless; wasting time was like killing life. But he couldn't easily disregard the letter from Yi Tang of Renxin Guan.

He met the visitor at his sword-training ground.

The date was quite ordinary, not a auspicious day nor any significant events occurred, much like the days that had passed before.

But the moment this stranger arrived, Cui Yi heard his sword sing from its sheath.

He then turned his gaze from the verdant bamboo before him to this visitor introduced by Yi Tang personally, wearing a rain hat and raincoat.

He practices swordsmanship in a bamboo grove.

In this bamboo grove, only he was alone.

Ten years ago he began to come to this place to practice swordsmanship.

Every time, only one bamboo is used, and only one sword technique is practiced.

Over ten years, more than three thousand days, almost four thousand days, I have practically swung my sword over every bamboo stalk here.

But he trained in swordsmanship for ten years.

The entire bamboo forest has no sword marks.

For ten years, there hasn't been a single bamboo leaf because of the sword qi.

This is a quiet bamboo forest.

And Cui Yi's voice was dull and firm.

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"Sword Pavilion" he asked.

The speech was incredibly concise, clearly from someone who was very unwilling to waste time.

So Jiang Wang directly took off his hat: "Jiang Wang."

Cui Yi stood among the bamboo grove, like a bamboo stalk himself, perfectly in harmony with his surroundings.

He wasn't tall nor short, plump nor thin. He didn't have anything about his appearance that was particularly striking or unusual.

The whole person looks very ordinary and simple.

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Even his sword—a blade with a bamboo sheath and a wooden hilt—was simple and efficient to the extreme, lacking even a trace of unnecessary ornamentation.

He seemed perfectly calm at the moment, as if the name Jiang Wang held no waves for him.

What Huang He's leader, what big Qi Tianjiao.

In his world, it was utterly unimportant.

Only this one person, with a single sword, for a lifetime.

"What's the matter" he asked.

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Cui Yi seemed to have skipped even the process of thinking, only uttering a "Yes."

Jiang Wang held the scabbard of his sword in his left hand, placing the Long Xiangsi across his chest, indicating to Cui Yi that he was ready for battle.

Just like Cui Yi, he too felt the tremor of lovesickness.

This is just an example.

This is a conversation between famous swords.

The sharpest blade in the world, wants to compete!

Then Cui Yi moved a step.

His toes were pointed directly at Jiang Wang.

Then, the entire verdant bamboo forest, all the bamboo leaves stood up, and all the bamboo leaves instantly turned — all the bamboo leaves, their tips all pointed towards Jiang Wang.

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Every bamboo leaf is like a sword.

Thus, at this very moment, facing Jiang Wang... were millions upon millions of swords!

At this very moment, Cui Yi's sword is still in its sheath, but his blade has already pierced!

The initiative lies in the blade, and the intention precedes it.

Jiang Wang drew his sword without hesitation.

Meet force with force.

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As the sword was drawn, stars suddenly appeared on the horizon.

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Stars stretch far into the heavens, their light cascading like a waterfall.

This is unimaginable, colossal stellar power!

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At this moment, his sword stroke was a display of the style of a down-and-out scholar's sword.

But as this sword slashed horizontally, it unleashed a roaring, razor-sharp blade energy, taking the form of millions upon millions of snowy sword threads!

Sword Qi forms threads!

Zhang Xun, a general from the state of Dan, once demonstrated his swordsmanship skills in Bu Xuecheng.

Jiang Wang practiced in seclusion for half a year, sparring with the swordsman Ning Jian until his swordsmanship skills were finally replicated.

Zhang Xun's sword qi was formed into silk, controlled by the spiritual consciousness of a cultivator who had attained divinity. It originated from a supreme sword pill and was a highly accomplished sword technique.

And at this moment, Jiang Wang's replicated sword qi became silk-like threads. However, it drew its source from the Starry Firmament Tower and used the Star Path as a conduit for transmitting power, infusing the sword qi with massive amounts of stellar energy, greatly reducing the difficulty of control. Afterward, with his vast soul power, he completed the final step.

At this moment, a sword cuts through thousands of snowflakes. It is a battle of many against many, where blades clash with blades.

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Thousands of sword threads, facing the full forest bamboo leaves.

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A spring breeze swept through the night, and once again, snow fell.

That extreme sharpness of opposition, as if it had already cut the space into pieces.

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The air that brushed past my nose brought a cold, piercing sensation of tearing.

The swordsmanship has reached the point of transcending humanity!

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Cui Yi retreated.

His sword remained sheathed, yet his sword intent blazed. He moved backward and forward.

He retreated without haste, taking a steady and calm step backward.

His boots trod on the fallen leaves, with a soft, gradual progression as if he were taking utmost care not to make a sound. He did not disturb this grove of trees, nor the standoff between bamboo and sword grass.

He just took a step back.

Suddenly, the whole person felt empty.

He was still standing there, clearly within sight.

But he seems to have left already.

Far away from this world.

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For some reason, the thousands of sword threads that Jiang Wang slashed out seemed to lose their target in an instant.

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The target is already lost!

With such a dense amount of sword silk, Jiang Wang couldn't control the direction of every single strand while condensing them into swords. Even with his powerful soul force, he hadn't yet reached the point of condensing a spiritual sense. Therefore, he used a method of locking onto Qi to give all the countless sword silks a shared target as he struck out his sword.

Thus, a single sword cuts through countless snows.

But now, "the goal" is gone.

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This swooping bamboo forest sword strike was as though it had cut at nothing.

Cui Yi’s understanding of qi was clearly unique, and his comprehension of swordsmanship was also extremely high, bordering on the ultimate limit.

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And he also has a very unique supernatural power.

Only then can it be done so brilliantly.

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And he looked at Jiang Wang, his hand gripping his sword hilt.

He began to draw his sword.

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