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Wen Hujiu and Wen Luoyu turned around when they heard Baili Chengfeng's words behind them.

Da da da!

Seeing that Wen Hujiu didn't answer his question, Baili Chengfeng quickly walked up to Wen Hujiu.

Like an ant on a hot pan, he anxiously asked again, "Uncle, is what you just said true?"

Wen Hujiu looked at the anxious Baili Chengfeng and shook his head with a wry smile:

"Brother-in-law! Do you think I would joke about something like this?"

Moreover, Xiao Baili and the Ninth Prince were also present at the time.

After receiving confirmation, Baili Chengfeng was secretly astonished, his face filled with disbelief.

"I never expected this Demon Sword Immortal to be so powerful!"

The two envoys of the Heavenly Sword Realm, comparable to the Great Free and Unfettered Realm, were...

One died, one was crippled, and a single sword strike defeated the last flicker of life from the Confucian immortal Gu Chen.

Wen Hujiu, upon hearing Baili Chengfeng's words, also said bitterly:

"Who says otherwise! I originally thought I could fight a sword immortal with my poison skills, but now I realize how arrogant I was!"

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes filled with disappointment and helplessness.

Wen Luoyu sensed the bitterness in Wen Hujiu's words and gently shook her head.

But she didn't know how to comfort her brother who was suffering from the blow.

After a moment of silence, Baili Chengfeng finally broke the heavy atmosphere. He took a deep breath and said softly:

"Madam, I think Uncle also seems to have suffered some injuries."

"You should take your uncle to get treatment first! I need to go and report to the old man about what happened today."

Upon hearing Baili Chengfeng's words, Wen Luoyu's heart tightened. Despite her deep concern for her son,

But she knew that her son was currently immersed in grief and needed time and space to heal his inner wounds.

So, suppressing her anxiety, she nodded reluctantly, then turned to the warm wine pot and said gently:

"Brother! Let me take you to heal your wounds first!"

Baili Chengfeng watched their departing figures and sighed deeply.

After the two figures disappeared from sight, he resolutely turned around.

He walked steadily toward the direction where the old man was.

After a cup of tea time.

Baili Chengfeng found Baili Luochen, who was waiting for news in the lobby.

And I told him everything that had happened that day.

After hearing this, Baili Luochen was extremely shocked, as if he had been struck by lightning.

But he was, after all, a seasoned and valiant general, so he quickly composed himself, calmed down, and after a moment of contemplation, slowly said:

"Since it has already happened, you don't need to bother that Demon Sword Immortal anymore."

The most important question now is whether or not Dongjun should be sent to Tianqi.

Without a second thought, Baili Chengfeng said directly, "Father, I don't think Dongjun needs to go to Tianqi."

"Oh? Why?" Baili Luochen asked.

"Although Dongjun is exceptionally talented, he is still young and lacks experience and training. If he rashly goes to Tianqi, he may encounter danger."

Furthermore, we are still unclear about the current attitude of the Northern Li royal family.

"If the royal family has any conspiracies or schemes, then Dongjun will be in danger," Baili Chengfeng analyzed.

“What you say makes sense, but if Dongjun doesn’t go to Tianqi, his cultivation path will be greatly affected.”

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Chapter Thirty-Nine: A Small Pit Dig for Baili Dongjun on a Rainy Day

Just then, a soft, gentle voice came from outside the door.

"I think it's the right thing to send Young Master Baili to Tianqi."

Accompanied by light footsteps, Xiao Ruofeng and Lei Mengsha slowly walked in from outside the hall.

The words just spoken were from Xiao Ruofeng.

Upon hearing what Xiao Ruofeng had just said, Baili Chengfeng frowned slightly.

A hint of displeasure appeared on his face as he said:

"What's so great about Tianqi? Does Tianqi have things that our Qiandong City doesn't have?"

Upon hearing Baili Chengfeng's words, Xiao Ruofeng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

He said softly, "Tianqi has the foremost academy in the land—the Jixia Academy."

When Baili Chengfeng heard Xiao Ruofeng mention the Jixia Academy, he was speechless for a moment.

Indeed, Qian Dong City did not have an academy like Jixia Academy.

But he stubbornly insisted:

“Going to Jixia Academy is just about learning martial arts, right? I can teach him the same thing in Qiandong City.”

After listening to Baili Chengfeng's words, Xiao Ruofeng maintained his smile and said calmly:

"Your Highness, I know you also have some knowledge of martial arts."

However, the teaching at Jixia Academy was not limited to martial arts; it also focused on cultivating students' comprehensive qualities and thinking abilities.

It brings together outstanding teachers and scholars from all over the world, offering a broader perspective and knowledge system.

Furthermore, Tianqi, as a place where young people can spread their wings and soar, offers more opportunities and resources for development.

"If Young Master Baili doesn't make a trip to Tianqi City, wouldn't it be a waste of his outstanding talent?"

Just as Baili Chengfeng was about to continue speaking, a detached voice suddenly rang out.

"You don't need to argue anymore, just ask Baili Dongjun for his wishes."

If Baili Dongjun intends to go, I will do everything in my power to protect his safety until he successfully enters the Jixia Academy.

Even if he ultimately fails to enroll as he wishes, I will safely return him to Qiandong City and hand him over to you two.

This way, he could repay his master's favor.

Upon hearing this, Baili Chengfeng and the other two couldn't help but show surprise.

They exchanged glances, their eyes then falling on Lei Mengsha, who was casually picking his nose. They all knew that only the three of them could hear the sound.

At this moment, they gained a completely new understanding of the power of rain.

At this moment, Lei Mengsha felt extremely embarrassed by the three people's stares.

He quickly flicked away the hand that was picking its nose, then stood up.

Finally, Baili Luochen broke the silence and spoke:

"In that case, let's go ask Dongjun for his opinion!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up and walked straight out of the hall.

A few days later, Baili Dongjun had gradually emerged from the grief of the passing of the Confucian immortal, and his mood had gradually calmed down.

On this day, a light rain began to fall from the sky, as if Heaven was mourning the departure of the Confucian immortal.

Yu Tian hovered quietly in the center of the courtyard, focused on his cultivation. The drizzle automatically drifted away just before it was about to fall on his head, ensuring that Yu Tian, ​​who was cultivating in the rain, was not wet by even a single drop.

Suddenly, a knock on the door broke the silence.

Bang bang bang!

Bang!

The courtyard gate opened automatically, and Baili Dongjun appeared at the door.

He saw the rain suspended in the air and a look of surprise crossed his face.

But then he quickly recalled his master's dying words, so he strode up to Yu Tian and said firmly:

"Brother Yu, I want to learn swordsmanship from you."

Upon hearing Baili Dongjun's words, Yu Tian slowly opened her eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them.

It should be noted that the Confucian immortal bore some responsibility for his death.

As it turns out, Baili Dongjun doesn't hate him at all. He even came to him to learn swordsmanship. Could it be that he wants to learn from me and then seek revenge on me?

But considering Baili Dongjun's character, it's clear that this conjecture is nonsense.

So, looking at Baili Dongjun's determined gaze, Yu Tian couldn't help but smile and asked softly:

Can you tell me why?

Looking at Yu Tian's smiling face, Baili Dongjun said without any hesitation: