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"Master, King Ning?"

This one word caused a thousand waves, and the whole place was boiling.

Everyone's eyes fell on Ye Daosheng. They had complicated expressions. Yun Canglan had reached the pinnacle of literature and had a strength that did not belong to her age. If Ye Daosheng was her master, one could not imagine how terrifying his attainments in literature would be.

The number one person after the Sage of Literature?

Ye Daosheng was a little embarrassed. Yun Canglan was too honest and exposed him directly.

Lin Fancang turned around and looked at Ye Daosheng in astonishment, "Prince Ning, are you a master of literature?"

Ye Daosheng waved his hands quickly, "Dean Lin has misunderstood. How can I be a master of literature?"

"Prince Ning doesn't understand the Way of Literature? How can he guide Yun Canglan in his cultivation?"

"I have only touched a few of them, just a little bit of fur." ​​Ye Daosheng said calmly, "Everyone has misunderstood. Canglan's achievements are all due to her own efforts. I have only given her a scroll, that's all."

"Is Canglan like this?"

Yun Canglan nodded, "Indeed, Your Highness gave me the skills, and in Canglan's heart, Your Highness is Canglan's master."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this. So that's how it was. Fortunately, Ye Daosheng was not a great master of literature and art, otherwise Da Qin would suddenly have two more powerful masters of literature and art, which would be a nightmare for the other three empires.

Lin Fancang said quietly, "I don't think Prince Ning is a master of literature."

Ye Daosheng shook his head and sat down slowly. He did not take Lin Fancang's words to heart. It really did not matter whether he was a master of literature or not. After this fight, Yun Canglan would become famous throughout the country.

A genius who is comparable to the Sage of Literature was born in the Qin Dynasty. How could the world not be afraid of him?

In the crowd, Mo Jiuchong had been staring at Yun Canglan quietly, feeling extremely happy in his heart. He was drooling over Yun Canglan and had already begun to enter the battlefield between immortals and demons, determined to refine Yun Canglan.

The great literary energy and Confucian and Taoist purple energy in her body can quickly improve his cultivation. In addition, he cannot let Yun Canglan live. If she continues to grow, it will threaten their demon clan.

He will strangle any threat to the demon race in the cradle.

Under the ring, Song Qing also raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Yun Canglan, if you lose today, I will make you pay back a hundred or a thousand times in the future."

After leaving a few words, he turned and walked out of the stadium.

Song Qing was not discouraged by the defeat. Instead, it aroused his competitive spirit and fighting spirit. He decided to travel to the State of Wei to visit the sage of literature and Taoism again to comprehend the unfathomable skills of literature and Taoism.

Before leaving Wudi City, he looked back and muttered to himself, "Yun Canglan, I will definitely defeat you if we meet again."

As he finished speaking, he flew on his sword and fled into the sky. After an unknown amount of time, Song Qing also stopped abruptly, staring straight ahead.

At this moment, a man stood proudly in the void not far away, blocking his way. Song Qing also looked alert, "You are Mo Wudi from Changsheng Academy."

He was horrified. He was traveling at an incredible speed with the help of a flying sword, but Mo Wudi was able to get ahead of him. This man's cultivation level must be unfathomable.

"Sir, what do you want from me?"

Mo Jiuzhong: "I want to borrow something from you."

Song Qingye: "What!"

Mo Jiuzhong smiled and said, "Your...life."

Song Qing's expression suddenly changed, but he soon calmed down, "Are you sure you can kill me?"

Until this moment, he had not realized what a terrifying existence he was facing, and thought that Mo Jiuzhong was just a disciple of the Changsheng Academy.

It was impossible to kill him, but it was not difficult for him to escape unscathed.

Mo Jiuzhong slowly raised his arm and pressed his palm downwards. A huge palm appeared above the sky and pressed down. Song Qing also raised his head and looked up, his pupils dilated. "Impossible, how can you be so powerful?"

"You.....Who are you?!"

"What's the point of knowing so much for a dying person?"

Mo Jiuzhong said this coldly as his giant hand came down and tightly grasped Song Qingye. No matter how frantically he struggled he could not break free from the restraints, and the true essence and literary energy in his body rapidly drained away.

Song Qing also realized the seriousness of the matter. He was terrified and begged for mercy with a trembling voice, "Please don't kill me, sir. I can be loyal to you."

"Sacrifice, my friend!" Mo Jiuzhong said indifferently, with an expression of enjoyment on his face. As the true essence and literary energy continued to enter his body, he breathed greedily.

The long-lost feeling of breakthrough is back.

"Fellow Daoist, it is your honor to be devoured by me." Under the mighty demonic energy, Song Qing gradually began to disappear. Before he died, he realized that Mo Jiuzhong was a demon, but it was too late.

A long gown fluttered in the wilderness. Mo Jiuzhong looked very satisfied. Without stopping for too long, he quickly rushed towards Wu Di City.

Things happened too quickly, and he was sure that no one would notice. However, not long after he left, Xiao Dugu, Ling Xingzhi, Qi Pingtian and Gu Fengliu appeared in the void, with a look of confusion on their faces.

They had clearly sensed the presence of the demons just now, but when they arrived, the demon cultivators had disappeared.

"This is a demon expert. He should be hiding in Wudi City. There are too many cultivators gathered in the city right now. It will not be easy to find him in a short time."

"The demon clan has come out and dared to commit crimes outside Wudi City. He is too bold and is obviously provoking us." Qi Pingtian said in a deep voice, "We must find this person as soon as possible. I guess he came to Wudi City to participate in the competition of the four major colleges. His purpose should be the Immortal Demon Battlefield."

"You know that there are treasures left behind by the three tribes of demons and fairies on the battlefield of immortals and demons. The demons should want to enter and look for the treasures of the demons back then."

"I think what Lao Qi said makes sense. We should focus on checking the disciples from the academy who are participating in the competition." Gu Fengliu echoed, "We are in the light, and the demons are in the dark. We must not take it lightly."

"Besides, we don't know how many demons are hiding in the city, so we should not alert them."

Ling Xingzhi saw that Xiao Dugu had remained silent, "Old Xiao, what are you thinking about?"

Xiao Dugu: "It's okay. I was wondering if the appearance of the demons in Wudi City would be harmful to my Highness. As long as the demons don't attack your Highness, I won't interfere with what they want to do."

"Lao Xiao, it's not right for you to say that. Don't you care about the safety of Jiuzhou?" Qi Pingtian said in an unhappy tone.

"What does the safety of Jiuzhou have to do with me?" Xiao Dugu said nonchalantly, "Old Qi, don't always talk about the lives of the people and the survival of the country. It's really hypocritical."

"Besides, we are the only strong people in Kyushu?"

"The Four Saints are still here, and powerful people are emerging frequently in the world. We should still keep a low profile. Being able to protect the people around us is the greatest achievement."

Qi Pingtian: “???”

Ling Xingzhi: "What Lao Xiao said makes sense. Let's go back to Yun Palace first."

Xiao Dugu: "You guys go back to Yun Palace, I'm going to His Highness. The demons have infiltrated, I'm afraid His Highness will be hurt."

He ignored the looks of the three people, stepped into the air, and rushed towards the arena.

Qi Pingtian shook his head. "Ye Wudao is gifted and stronger than the younger generation, but Lao Xiao would not be so extreme as to lose himself in order to protect Ye Wudao."

Ling Xingzhi smiled and said, "Old Qi, is there a possibility that King Ning gave too much and Old Xiao couldn't refuse?"

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