Chapter 562: Ten-Year Commemorative Book Review Event

"Grandmaster, rubbish!" Yue Qinghong sneered, stepping on the Wolf Slave's shoulder. The Wolf Slave strode towards Qin Mu, grasping two demonic blades that spun up and down. Yue Qinghong's body trembled, and dozens of swords flew out from the scabbard on her back. She sneered, "When rivals meet on a narrow path, the brave one wins. On this narrow path, the Wolf Slave and I are invincible together! Junior Brother Qin, your weakness has been exposed; you'd better obediently go back to the Great Ruins!"

One above, one below, the two of them advanced. The Wolf Slave's two demonic blades swirled like a black gust of wind, rushing towards Qin Mu. Behind Yue Qinghong, thirty-one sword tips faced outwards: one in front, two behind, then four, then eight, then sixteen, forming a massive drilling sword formation! All the swords spun and thrust towards Qin Mu.

"Senior Sister Yue's sword art is quite refined!" Qin Mu exclaimed with a smile. "However, I've already mastered Qi Thread Formation; you're no match for me!"

"Qi Thread Formation?" Yue Qinghong was furious. "Are you trying to humiliate me?"

Qin Mu pointed his finger, and vital qi threads burst forth from his fingertip. Hundreds of vital qi threads formed sharp, interconnected sword shapes, also a drilling sword formation, but much thicker. It resembled a sword pillar the size of a water vat, with a sharp tip at the front and growing progressively thicker towards the back, thrusting directly at the Wolf Slave!

The Wolf Slave's demonic blades, like black light and black lightning, weaved and intersected, colliding with Qin Mu's drilling sword formation. Immediately, sparks flew everywhere in the alley with crackling sounds. Though the Wolf Slave possessed immense strength, his arms were numb from the impact, and he lost control of his two demonic blades, leaving himself wide open. Yue Qinghong was startled. Her drilling sword formation pierced towards Qin Mu's shoulder, attacking a vital point to force a defensive move and relieve the Wolf Slave.

Qin Mu chuckled softly, lightly flicking his finger, transforming it into a lifting sword maneuver. The drilling sword formation that had been aimed at the Wolf Slave suddenly changed. Countless sword lights directly transformed from the drilling formation into a winding sword formation, yet he was still executing the lifting sword maneuver. He had perfectly fused two sword techniques without any hindrance. His countless vital qi threads coiled around Yue Qinghong's drilling sword formation. With continuous clanging sounds, the drilling sword formation, composed of flying swords, was instantly shattered. In an instant, the thirty-one sharp swords were perforated by countless vital qi swords, riddled with small holes like a broken sieve.

Yue Qinghong shouted, and the Wolf Slave at her feet immediately dropped his blades and launched a flying kick at Qin Mu. Qin Mu met it with his own kick, and with a thunderous crash, the Wolf Slave's tall body was sent flying backward. Seizing the opportunity, Yue Qinghong leaped off the Wolf Slave's back, using her finger as a sword, pointing it at Qin Mu's shoulder.

Vital qi burst from her fingertip, forming a sword qi that was about to pierce Qin Mu's shoulder. Suddenly, a demonic sound rang out: "Mayasada!" Yue Qinghong's mind was greatly shaken, then lost control. Music began to play, causing her to dissipate her sword qi and giggle, singing and dancing in front of Qin Mu. However, Yue Qinghong's cultivation was profound. She immediately came to her senses, firmly guarded her mind, and retreated. Then she felt a warmth on her back and inwardly thought, "Oh no!"

Boom! Qin Mu stood back-to-back with her, then suddenly pushed backward, slamming her into the adjacent wall. Behind that wall was Monk Yun Que's dwelling. Suddenly, the wall collapsed, and Monk Yun Que, radiating Buddha's light, sent Yue Qinghong flying out of the wall. He laughed heartily, "Senior Sister Yue, let me handle this!"

Yue Qinghong, flying in mid-air, said angrily, "Monk, you're no good; you'll just get beaten if you go up there!"

"I'm no good?" Monk Yun Que was furious. His moves were fierce and domineering, like a dragon and an elephant charging, as he attacked Qin Mu. The ground beneath his feet was covered in shattered stones, and his wild power pulverized the green bricks! "Senior Sister, don't say this monk is no good; this monk IS good!"

A dull, astonishing thud echoed between Qin Mu's and Yun Que's colliding palms. Monk Yun Que laughed heartily, "Qin, didn't expect this, did you? I've integrated the Imperial Preceptor's sword art into my palm strength, my Great Power Five Platforms Seal..." He hadn't finished his sentence when he suddenly felt an overwhelming force crushing down on him. The power was incredibly ferocious, decisively shattering his vital qi and his Great Five Platforms Seal.

Monk Yun Que groaned, stumbled back, and deployed the Dragon Elephant Subduing Demon Seal. With a thunderous crash, Monk Yun Que's clothes flew about, scattered like white butterflies fluttering everywhere. He stood stark naked, without a stitch of clothing covering him, except for a tattered pair of white shorts.

Monk Yun Que saw Qin Mu's fist coming again. This punch actually broke the air, emitting an earth-shattering thunderous sound. The fist carried electric light, like a bolt of lightning. As the punch struck, a spherical cloud of white mist burst out around the fist, spreading outwards.

"This is bad..." Only this thought remained in his mind. He took Qin Mu's punch head-on, and sure enough, his white shorts split into pieces as he had predicted, fluttering away like white butterflies, leaving him completely bare.

Monk Yun Que was sent flying backward by the unparalleled force. However, being a monk of profound cultivation, he immediately turned in mid-air to face the wall.

Thud!

He landed face-first, stuck within the wall, with his backside exposed. "Good thing I didn't hit the wall back-first..." Monk Yun Que thought with relief, then happily passed out.

Qin Mu shook his clothes, dusting off the dirt. At that moment, a timid, trembling voice came from behind him: "Brother Qin..." Qin Mu turned to see Wei Yong walking tremblingly from the end of the alley, his legs still shaking, carrying a sword scabbard on his back.

"Brother Wei, what's wrong?" Qin Mu asked, puzzled.

Wei Yong opened his sword scabbard and, with a tearful, trembling voice, said, "You're acting against the natural order, and I must uphold justice on behalf of heaven. I want to spar with you to show you the immensity of heaven and earth... Those words are too harsh; I wouldn't dare say them..."

Qin Mu was torn between laughter and tears. He said, "Brother Wei, you want to spar with me? It's common for fellow disciples to spar, especially given our life-and-death bond. How about this: we stop as soon as we make contact." Wei Yong finally relaxed. He unsheathed his flying swords one by one, composed himself, and said, "Brother Qin, just don't beat me up like that monk."

His sword began to coil, performing the winding sword art taught by the Imperial Preceptor of Yan Kang. Since the Imperial Preceptor's lectures on swordsmanship, many scholars had been practicing the three basic sword forms he taught, and clearly, Wei Yong had gained some insights. The scholars of the Imperial College were not foolish; they could all grasp some mysteries to varying degrees. Although Wei Yong was a bit plump, his comprehension and aptitude were not low, and his understanding of the three sword forms was quite profound. His family background in martial arts was strong, and his own strength was considerable, not inferior to Qin Yu. Qin Mu also wanted to see his true capability, so he didn't brutally attack him as he had Qin Yu, but instead engaged him with the winding sword art.

The two's sword arts intertwined, each varying their moves and displaying their refined sword techniques. The scholars nearby, seeing this, disregarded their injuries and focused their attention on the two's swordsmanship. Wei Yong's swordsmanship was already exceptional. He hailed from the Wei family of Jiangling, and the Wei family had a prominent figure: the current First Rank official, Duke Wei.

Duke Wei was a cult master-level expert with a brilliant military record. He once annihilated a nation in a single battle, destroying the Tianyu Kingdom in the northern frontier, and incorporating the entire Tianyu Kingdom into Yan Kang's territory, thus being enfeoffed as a Duke. Wei Yong's status within the Wei family was not high, but he had studied diligently since childhood. The Wei family's martial arts traditions were profound, and his skills were outstanding among the Wei family's descendants, ranking among the best.

With the same winding sword art, Qin Mu's sword techniques exhibited even more variations. It wasn't merely pure swordsmanship; it also incorporated the subtleties of fist arts. Qin Mu's engagement with him was more like a senior brother teaching a junior brother, guiding Wei Yong to comprehend the mysteries within the sword art. Once Wei Yong had grasped enough, Qin Mu would transition to the next move.

After a short while, the two had exchanged three moves. Wei Yong breathed a sigh of relief, his confidence greatly boosted. He smiled and said, "Brother Qin, you can go all out now! I want to see how big the gap between us really is!"

Qin Mu smiled slightly, then suddenly changed his move. As his sword thrust out, he simultaneously performed "Sunlight Refining Yang Soul in the Air," which instantly startled Wei Yong's soul, forcing him to quickly stabilize his mind. Qin Mu then countered with the "Heavenly Demon Freedom Seal," causing Wei Yong's soul to immediately lose control, and he was struck down to the ground by Qin Mu's sword.

Qin Mu dispersed his vital qi and helped him up, smiling, "Brother Wei, my apologies." Wei Yong got to his feet and looked around. He saw that half of the scholars at the Scholar Residence had been defeated, and the other half dared not step forward. He smiled and said, "Compared to others, my situation is quite good. By the way, I just heard someone say that you have a flaw in your shoulder. Why is it that even knowing your flaw, they couldn't hurt you?"

"Knowing a flaw is one thing; being able to exploit it is another," Qin Mu said. "If it were a confrontation between cultivators of the same realm, only two or three people in the entire Imperial College, including the Directorate of Imperial Academy, could find an opportunity to strike my flaw." Wei Yong gasped in astonishment.

Qin Mu looked around and saw that the Scholar Residence was once again in ruins. The few servants glared at him angrily. He quickly apologized to the servants and said, "Brother Wei, I still need to go to the Heavenly Records Tower. Senior brothers and sisters, I cannot stay with you any longer. Farewell." With that, he walked out. Within the Scholar Residence, no one dared to stop him again.

Yue Qinghong rose from the rubble, watched Qin Mu leave the Scholar Residence, and sighed softly, "He is the true senior disciple of our Scholar Residence..."

Crash!

A wall suddenly collapsed, filling the air with dust. From within the dust, Monk Yun Que ran off, one hand protecting his front, the other his backside, rushing back to his own courtyard, bursting into the main hall, and slamming the door shut.

Many scholars wanted to laugh but dared not. After a moment, Monk Yun Que's voice came from inside: "Um, Senior Brothers outside, this poor monk has no spare clothes left here. My only set was taken by a fox, and it won't give it back. Does anyone have any spare clothes they could send this poor monk? I would be eternally grateful."

Wei Yong chuckled, "Senior Brother Yun, please wait. I have a few spare sets of clothes, though they might be a bit loose." Yun Que replied, "It's no matter. For a monk, clothes are but external possessions."

Grand Scholar Bashan walked out of Wei Yong's room, secretly calculating in his mind: "Wan Yun is one, Junior Brother Qin is one, plus Qin Yu from the Qin family, and the little plump fellow is also quite good. Yue Qinghong and Yun Que are also skilled practitioners. That makes six potential candidates for Imperial College Doctors. Guiding their cultivation should be no problem for me. However, besides the Scholar Residence, there are also scholars at the Five Elements realm in the Prince's Garden. I shouldn't show favoritism; I need to select a few scholars from the Prince's Garden as well, lest the Emperor make things difficult for me." He chose to instruct only those scholars who had not yet reached the Six Directions realm. If they had reached the Six Directions realm, they would be divine abilities practitioners, and their paths would be mostly fixed, making it difficult to teach them according to their individual aptitudes.

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