Xia Yu's expression changed, and he hurriedly turned to look at Xia Yao.
By then, Xia Yao's expression had returned to normal.
She looked as though she were sleeping peacefully.
Xia Yu flashed to Xia Yao's side and bowed respectfully to the old man. "Master, how is my sister?"
Master?
The old man froze. Did I ever agree to take you as my disciple?
But after giving Xia Yu a long look, the old man nodded, acknowledging him.
Naturally, he had heard Shen Yuxuan's words clearly, and he could see Xia Yu's talent for himself.
After some thought, the old man said, "The powers of water and fire in your sister originate within her own body. I've sealed them for now."
"But the seal is only temporary. These two powers are absorbing Heaven and Earth spiritual energy on their own and growing by themselves. It's very strange. I've pondered it for quite some time, but I still can't make sense of it."
"By the way, which Pill Master did you consult? Is he an idiot? The powers of water and fire in the patient were already raging, yet she took two Spirit Pills that greatly replenished those powers. Was she not dying fast enough for him?"
The old man stroked his beard, but his words were merciless.
Xia Yu's face instantly flushed crimson with shame.
How mortifying!
But he had no idea what to say.
After a moment of silence, he said, "Please save my sister's life, Master. I'll serve you like an ox or a horse to repay you! If I can't repay you in this life, I'll do so in the next!"
"Stop!" the old man barked. "Enough of that useless talk. Your opponents are here. Since you've joined my Dao-Seeking Academy, their elders can't bully a junior like you. But you'll have to deal with the younger generation yourself!"
"Once things here are settled, we'll think of a way to help your sister back at the academy. I'm leaving first."
With a sweep of his sleeve, the old man gathered up Xia Yao and soared away.
Xia Yu stood stunned. He had just left?
Wait, what if one of their elders comes out?
I've only just become your disciple, and you're already throwing me into a pit?
"Brother, Master's gone." Xia Yu walked over to Shen Yuxuan and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.
"Call me senior brother!"
Shen Yuxuan's expression darkened, becoming unusually stern.
Xia Yu jumped. This fellow's mood changed so quickly.
Still, he really was Xia Yu's senior brother.
Xia Yu bowed respectfully. "Xia Yu greets Senior Brother!"
"Junior brother, rise! Rise!"
Shen Yuxuan beamed, closing his eyes with a look of utter bliss.
"Ah, that feels good. I'm finally not the youngest junior brother anymore! Haha!"
Xia Yu froze again. What's that supposed to mean?
You even dared to take on the Martial Saint Academy's head inner disciple. How could you be the youngest junior brother?
Xu Weilin is their head inner disciple, yet you're the youngest disciple?
Is the Dao-Seeking Academy that powerful?
Wasn't the Dao-Seeking Academy supposed to have been suppressed by the Martial Saint Academy for hundreds of years?
Before he could figure it out, Shen Yuxuan said, "Dozens of their inner disciples are here. Well? Can you handle them alone?"
Xia Yu was dumbfounded!
"Uh, Senior Brother, how could I possibly handle them alone? Shouldn't we call for more people? Where are the Dao-Seeking Academy's younger disciples?"
Shen Yuxuan laughed. "The two of us are enough for these people."
"Leave Xu Weilin to me. You can't stand up to him."
"As for the others, I believe you can handle them yourself."
As he spoke, Shen Yuxuan flashed forward to block Xu Weilin's path.
Suddenly, he remembered something and said, "Junior brother, there's a rule between our academies. They can only challenge you, and you can choose not to accept."
"In that case, they can't attack you. If any of them dares to attack first, you can kill them, and their academy's elders can't intervene. If they die, they have only themselves to blame."
Xia Yu blinked. There's a rule like that? What kind of rules are these?
It all felt utterly bizarre!
But by then, he had no time to dwell on it.
Thirty-one inner disciples from the Martial Saint Academy had arrived.
More than half were in the King Realm. Rings of light from their king's domains lit up beneath their feet, their auras utterly overwhelming.
Against any one of them, Xia Yu had nothing to fear. He could even turn the tables and kill them.
But with so many of them, how could he hold them off?
Looking at his irresponsible senior brother, Xia Yu was utterly speechless.
There was no point saying anything now. He could only fight.
"Join forces and kill him, whatever the cost!" Xu Weilin said coldly. "Shen Yuxuan, if you dare intervene, I'll kill you immediately!"
"Yes, Senior Brother."
The thirty-one inner disciples of the Martial Saint Academy advanced together, brimming with killing intent.
"Wait!"
Just then, Xia Yu suddenly shouted.
The next instant, he shook the spear in his hand and bellowed, "Does your Martial Saint Academy have no shame at all?"
"Does anyone have the guts to fight me one-on-one? I challenge you!"
Xia Yu pointed his Sin Dragon Spear straight at one man.
The man's expression darkened, and fury surged within him.
With so many fellow disciples here, you singled me out?
Do you look down on me that much?
If I refuse in front of everyone, how can I ever show my face again?
"Fine. If you want to die, I'll grant your wish! I accept your challenge. Remember, the man who kills you is Bao Yijian, an inner disciple of the Martial Saint Academy."
"Fellow disciples, watch me slay this man!"
Bao Yijian stepped forward, his aura surging.
"Junior Brother Bao, don't! His cultivation isn't high, but his combat strength is uncanny. And the weapon in his hands is at least an emperor weapon. Don't accept his challenge!"
Hearing this, Xu Weilin hurriedly spoke up.
Without turning his head, Bao Yijian said, "Senior Brother, if I refuse a challenge and damage my sword heart, how will I ever cultivate again?"
"If I, a King Realm Sword Cultivator, cannot defeat someone in the Spirit Origin Realm, I'll die without regret!"
Bao Yijian gazed calmly at Xia Yu. "Are you ready?"
"Finally, a worthy Sword Cultivator. I'm ready. Draw your sword!"
Xia Yu nodded. This was a fine cultivator.
"I have only one strike. Once my sword is drawn, either you die or I do. Be careful!"
Bao Yijian wasted no time. He held his sword horizontally in his left hand, his eyes filled with devotion.
Clang!
A sword rang out!
The next instant, Xia Yu saw a sudden flash of light, and a strand of icy Sword Qi seemed to arrive right before him.
In that split second, pain shot through the space between his brows.
The sword had yet to arrive!
But its Sword Qi had already wounded him!
This sword was too fast!
So fast that he could not react at all!
Danger!
Extreme danger!
For the first time, the threat of death rose in Xia Yu's heart.
Without the slightest hesitation, he activated Divine Dragon Concealment.
He truly could not think of any way to block it or dodge it.
The sword's speed had reached an extreme.
This was the first time Xia Yu had ever encountered such a fast sword.
It was too fast to block, too fast to defend against.
It almost caught up with thought itself, taking a life before the mind could even form a way to resist.
Xia Yu knew very well that without the Origin Force in his three small worlds resisting it, and without his body now being as tough as a king weapon, he would already have died.
Instead, only the skin between his brows had split, spilling a few drops of blood.
Bao Yijian was also utterly horrified.
His sword had clearly struck Xia Yu just now.
Yet the next instant, he felt his sword pierce empty air.
How was that possible?
He knew exactly how fast his sword was.
Even his senior brother did not dare face his swift sword lightly.
Xia Yu was merely in the Spirit Origin Realm. How could he evade the sword after it had already pierced him?
He could not fathom it!
His confusion made his sword pause for a moment.
The next instant, a glint of cold steel pressed against Bao Yijian's throat.
"You lost!"
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