The Book Duel

On the vast wilderness, the earth churned and waves crashed against the shore. Under the moonlight, it seemed as if nature was roaring and howling, and the whole earth trembled.

"Swish swish~~"

Beams of light shot out from inside, as did Ma Feifei. When the light faded, he opened his eyes and found that he was in the same place as when he had entered.

Shaking his head, Ma Feifei looked around and noticed some changes. The once bustling Great Wilderness was now almost deserted, and most of the people there were cultivators who had entered the Great Desolation Relic before; there were very few other people around.

Even Mu Qingyi has disappeared!

"Whoosh!"

Another flash of light appeared, Cang Lan's figure appeared beside Ma Feifei. Ma Feifei seemed to remember something and asked curiously, "Grand Dean, were you inside just now? Why didn't I see you?"

Inside the Great Desolation Relic, Ma Feifei's team had seen every piece except for those who were eliminated at the beginning. However, he didn't see Cang Lan, and he thought Cang Lan had been eliminated long ago.

Upon hearing this, Cang Lan sighed and said, "I am the 'handsome' you're about to kill."

"Huh?" Ma Feifei looked slightly surprised and asked, "Are you a pawn of the red faction?"

Cang Lan nodded and said, "Yes, this time I've been assigned to the Treasure-Snatching Team. Our mission is to launch an attack on you, and victory will be achieved by successfully killing your 'general'."

"So you already knew that the white and red camps on the chessboard Role Play by cultivators?" Ma Feifei asked thoughtfully.

"I know, but this is our first time going in. The previous dean told me this; he's been to the Great Desolation Relic Ruins twice in a row, so he's quite experienced." Cang Lan said, glancing behind Ma Feifei before finally settling on Lian Yi. He smiled wryly, "If this girl hadn't stolen our academy's Great Desolation Relic Token, based on the experience the former dean gave us, we would have had a very good chance of winning this competition."

"Oh dear, does anyone know where Mu Qingyi went?" Ma Feifei suddenly slapped her forehead, looking around in surprise as she walked towards the back...

The group of people behind him seemed to be on the same wavelength, following behind Ma Feifei, ignoring Cang Lan's dumbfounded gaze.

"Sigh..." Cang Lan sighed. The other party was Ma Feifei, the owner of the Mysterious Bookstore. What could she do? She could only accept her bad luck.

"Hmm?" Cang Lan suddenly frowned, because she hadn't found the Third Dean, Fourth Dean, and Sixth Dean since she came out. It was as if the three of them had all disappeared and she didn't know where they had gone.

"Strange, where did they go?" Cang Lan silently released his divine sense, observing the surroundings.

Not only Cang Lan noticed this problem, but Ma Feifei was also puzzled. Logically speaking, Mu Qingyi shouldn't have been able to leave even without the Great Desolation Relic Token, because she had promised Ma Feifei that she would become the Book-holding woman and return to Dubian Town with him.

Despite Mu Qingyi's constant self-proclaimed "Big Brother," Ma Feifei still had some understanding of her character. Mu Qingyi was definitely the kind of person who kept her word; otherwise, she wouldn't have left Wu'an Academy with Ma Feifei so readily.

But now, Mu Qingyi is nowhere to be found.

"It seems many people have disappeared." Luan Feng said with a frown. Apart from the important figures who went in, most of the cultivators who didn't go in have disappeared. The remaining few are mostly cultivators with relatively low cultivation levels, either independent cultivators or disciples brought by those important figures.

Ma Feifei's expression gradually became serious. He could sense that something was wrong with the atmosphere, as if someone was watching him.

"Could someone be trying to rob us?" Ma Feifei's vigilance suddenly increased. They had just come out of the Great Desolation Relic and were covered in various treasure chests. Most importantly, there was the black treasure chest that was a reward for clearing the level. Although they hadn't opened it yet to see what good stuff was inside, they could tell from the previous seven-colored and golden treasure chests that this level-clearing treasure chest was definitely something special.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, Dafeng blew across the wilderness.

The wind was strong, blowing sand and stones across the wasteland, and the bullets flew through the air, making a 'whoosh' sound.

"Buzz~"

A halo of light automatically rose, enveloping the entire group and shielding them from the sand and gravel blown by the Dafeng.

"There are people ahead!" Yun Qingyang frowned and stared ahead, saying calmly.

Upon hearing this, Ma Feifei and the others looked ahead, but couldn't see anything with their naked eyes. They then released their divine senses to begin checking.

"A hundred miles away!" Ma Feifei was startled. Exactly a hundred miles in front of them, all the cultivators who had been watching from outside the Great Wilderness had arrived and were gathered around a arena.

There seemed to be other people on the arena, but no matter how much Ma Feifei released his divine sense, he couldn't see them clearly.

"Let's go take a look." Ma Feifei had already realized that things were not so simple. Since this arena that suddenly appeared in this wilderness could attract everyone's attention, it proved that there must be something about the arena that interested them.

The fact that they were willing to abandon their wait for the outcome of the Great Desolation Relic shows that their interest was extraordinary.

Thinking of this, Ma Feifei was too lazy to walk anymore. With a thought, clouds appeared beneath his feet, and he rode away on them.

Seeing this, the others followed Copycat and flew after Ma Feifei.

Cang Lan, who had been watching from a distance, saw Ma Feifei and his group suddenly take flight and immediately followed them.

The hundred-mile distance was covered in the blink of an eye. Ma Feifei landed five hundred meters away from them, and upon seeing what was happening, Ma Feifei trembled slightly.

"Shopkeeper (sir)!" the person following behind exclaimed, and quickly stepped forward to help Ma Feifei up.

Ma Feifei waved his hand, pushed away the crowd behind him, and gradually the shock on his face subsided as he looked at the arena with a complicated expression.

To be precise, it's the flag on the ring.

There are two sides in total, namely:

"Fight!"

"Book!"

Below the flag, two long tables were placed opposite each other, with writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones on them.

Beside the table on the left, a handsome young man, dressed in white 'Sage's Robe', was holding a folding fan and looking at Ma Feifei with a smile.

On either side of the young man stood two young women, each with a face as beautiful as an angel and skin as white as snow.

They were wearing long black gowns with a large character for "book" embroidered on them.

"This must be Ma Feifei, the owner of the Mysterious Bookstore, right?" The young man put away his folding fan, bowed slightly, and said with a friendly smile.

The spectators below the stage had already seen Ma Feifei arrive, and they looked curiously back and forth between Ma Feifei and the young man.

Ignoring the stares, Ma Feifei looked at the young man on the stage, nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice, "May I ask who you are?"

"Smack~"

Upon hearing this, the young man's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a serious expression. "Want to know who I am? Beat me first!"

"Hiss~!" The cultivators below the arena all showed expressions of shock. This young man actually wanted to arm wrestle with the owner of the Mysterious Bookstore? However, they then remembered the young man's move just now, so they silently shut their mouths and waited for things to develop.

Ma Feifei raised an eyebrow. He had a rough idea of who the other party was, but he hadn't expected them to be hostile!

"Want to fight?" Ma Feifei replied calmly. When it came to fighting, he might not be afraid of his opponent, after all, he was someone with the Book Immortal in charge.

"Fight?" The young man's lips curled into a mocking smile. He looked up at the two flags erected on the arena, then slowly turned to Ma Feifei, saying each word clearly, "Authors should settle their disputes in the manner of authors, not with those crude and barbaric fights. That would be far beneath our dignity as authors."

"The author's method?" Ma Feifei asked, puzzled, as he didn't understand it.

"That's right."

"In what way?"

"A battle of wits!"