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Lu Zhaozhao took a closer look and saw the emblem on the man's clothes. He understood what was going on. He made a sword flower, put away his sword, and turned to walk towards the pavilion.

As soon as Fang landed and stood firm, the old man came over with a smile.

"Young man, your sword is good. Who is your master?" The old man said with a smile.

Lu Zhaozhao clasped his fists and bowed, saying respectfully, "I, Lu Zhaozhao, the second disciple of Master Yunxian of the Qing Huizong, greet Master Bu Lu."

The old man laughed heartily. "I thought few young people recognized my age. So you are Yun Xian, the disciple of the Jiangning Lu family. Your father mentioned you in the letter he wrote to me."

After hearing this, Lu Zhaozhao just smiled and responded: "Everyone knows the name of the Immortal. It is a blessing for this junior to have his name heard by the Immortal."

She maintained a proper smile on her face, but the excitement in her heart was growing stronger and stronger.

True Man Bu Lu, the former dean of Wenyuan Academy, was a powerful being who had reached the Return to Void realm a hundred years prior. Fifty years prior, after the Ehu Debate, he handed the presidency to his most senior disciple, Qing Songzi, and since then has lived in seclusion in the mountains behind the academy, leaving the mountain only a handful of times in the past few years.

Lu Zhaozhao had never seen him, but the young people around him had certainly seen him.

The last disciple that Master Bu Lu accepted as an exception after a hundred years, the dean of Wenyuan Academy, Master Qingshan Sima Baiyuan!

Earlier, from a distance, Lu Zhaozhao had first spotted the Wenyuan Academy crest on Master Bai Yuan's shoulder, then the yu pipe in his hand, and instantly recognized him. Perhaps the only person who could make Master Bai Yuan retreat to his right and left, serving him, was his master, Master Bu Lu.

But it was just a guess, so Lu Zhaozhao was nervous at first, and only felt relieved when the old man responded.

The old man said, "Girl, I've seen a lot of your Qing Emperor Huizong's sword moves, but this one looks unfamiliar to me."

Lu Zhaozhao was startled, but replied calmly, "Master, you have a good eye. This isn't something you learn in the sect, but something I stumbled upon a few days ago. I practiced it when I had nothing better to do."

True Man Bu Lu did not ask further questions, his face full of peace: "Every generation has its own destiny. It seems that it is our academy's turn to host the Golden Palace Banquet this year?"

He looked back at Master Bai Yuan uncertainly. Master Bai Yuan nodded, smoothed his beard, and a hint of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

Golden Palace Banquet? I almost forgot about this, Lu Zhaozhao thought.

I don’t know what Master Bu Lu was thinking of, but on a whim, he wanted to have a competition between Lu Zhaozhao and Master Bai Yuan.

He said excitedly, "You are both Golden Core. Although Master Yuan is at a higher level, I think the sword you used just now was indeed exquisite. Even Yun Xian might not be able to wield it at your age. Back then, I lost to Yun Xian with the Green Pine Seed. Now, I want to see who wins, you or Master Yuan!"

Lu Zhaozhao lowered her eyes. She had long wanted to try out the body refining technique and the power of Yue Ying Wanchuan. She had long heard of Master Bai Yuan's reputation. Who could be a better test subject than this?

So, he took two steps back to distance himself, held his sword in front of him, and said, "Please teach me, Senior Brother."

Master Bai Yuan looked helplessly at this unreliable master who acted in a reckless manner, picked up the Yun pipe, and whispered, "Thank you, Junior Sister."

"Den."

When the two armies met, Lu Zhaozhao saw Master Bai Yuan's sword clearly from a close distance.

It was a flawless black jade ruler, emitting a cold aura.

I heard that all the disciples of Wenyuan Academy were afraid of this dean. The reason was simple: this seemingly gentle senior brother was actually very meticulous in his actions. Whether it was disciplining himself or others, anyone who made a mistake would be punished regardless of their status.

Not sure if it was the weapon that made him look like a human, Lu Zhaozhao secretly clicked his tongue.

The two men fought and advanced, causing the sea water to splash everywhere.

Though Master Bai Yuan's black ruler lacked a sharp edge, it still jarred Lu Zhaozhao's palms painfully when it collided with Niye. The ruler danced faster and faster, swirling and tumbling like a dragon. He was unable to block it several times and was struck in the arm. Even though Lu Zhaozhao's flesh had been reshaped, making him impervious to attack by ordinary weapons, the ruler still left scars on his skin.

What a domineering Mo Chi, Lu Zhaozhao sighed inwardly.

Master Bai Yuan was equally shocked. His ink ruler was made of a special material. Even those with low cultivation would suffer broken bones if accidentally injured by the residual power. However, the woman in front of him looked weak, but she only suffered minor skin injuries after being touched for several feet. Could it be due to her special skills?

Lu Zhaozhao, holding Niye, saw the opportunity and suddenly drew his sword. Master Bai Yuan also reacted in time, pausing his feet and instantly rising several feet, landing lightly on a branch overlooking the river, his clothes fluttering and rustling.

Lu Zhaozhao stood in the lake, looking at him from afar.

Master Bai Yuan flipped his wrist, and the ink ruler stretched out horizontally. Moonlight fell on it, and several lines of words appeared on the originally smooth and flawless surface.

Master Bai Yuan's voice came to my ears: "Junior sister, please don't blame me. My master was in a good mood and disturbed my training. However, we have an important mission on this trip and cannot delay. How about you and I each use our own moves to decide the winner? What do you think?"

Exactly what I want!

Lu Zhaozhao swung his sword fiercely in response.

Master Bai Yuan chuckled, put two fingers of his left hand together, and drew a line across the ruler. The words that had originally appeared moved strangely along with his fingers. In a short while, three layers of ink characters surrounded him.

"Remonstration to Ten Thoughts? When did this kid learn all this stuff? It seems that I am not far from teaching my apprentice to starve to death." Master Bu Lu sighed, stroking his long beard.

But Lu Zhaozhao didn't know what his method was, but the huge energy contained in every word forced her to take it seriously.

She looked up and saw the bright moonlight and a full moon in the sky.

Niye waved his sword, and in an instant, tens of thousands of rays of light covered the surface of the lake, making it as bright as day.

Master Bai Yuan, who was in the distance, had to close his eyes slightly when seeing the flash of light, and secretly praised in his heart, "It was so open and closed, so majestic!"

Lu Zhaozhao, unaware that he had been secretly admired by him, was staring intently at every ray of light reflected by Ni Ye. Then, he moved slightly and disappeared from his original position.

Master Bai Yuan looked closely and found that Lu Zhaozhao was waving the sword in his hand at an extremely fast speed under the thousands of rays of light.

Ten thousand sword intentions formed on the water surface, and then rushed towards Master Bai Yuan.

Master Bai Yuan did not hesitate and immediately waved the bamboo tube. The ink characters spread out in the air, like an invisible banner, blocking the originally sharp swords.

Master Bai Yuan held a ruler in his right hand and formed a seal with his left hand. With a loud bang, several water columns were blown out of the lake, blocking the moon.

Lu Zhaozhao frowned, pulled the corner of his mouth, and waved Niye again.

The Yueyin Sword disappeared, and Master Bai Yuan looked towards the center of the lake, but to his surprise, there was no one there, and there was no trace of Lu Zhaozhao on the entire lake.

Disappeared out of thin air? Impossible! Master Bai Yuan thought quickly. The moonlight was blocked, and her sword intent was gone. Where could she hide? Could it be...

"clang!"

Master Bai Yuan turned around immediately, and the ink ruler collided with Ni Ye in the dark night.

Lu Zhaozhao chuckled: "Senior Brother, be careful!"

Thousands of sword intentions cut through the water column, merged into one sword, and the moonlight reappeared!

Mo Chi and Yin Jian, Yun Guan and Ni Ye, Master Bai Yuan and Lu Zhao Zhao, launched their strongest attack above the Ming Sea.

"boom--"

The surface of the water was constantly stirred up, and the willows by the river were broken into several pieces as the wind blew. Master Bu Lu narrowed his eyes with a serious expression.

"boom--"

Jian Shisi Shu and Yue Ying Wanchuan collided, forming a powerful true energy that shook outwards.

A hundred miles away, Yun Xian, who had just captured the evil spirit, looked up and glanced sideways.

A familiar sword energy!

He seemed to have thought of something and was about to go and take a look when a girl grabbed his sleeve. He lowered his head and saw a pair of misty eyes.

The ripples on the lake subsided, and Master Bai Yuan and Lu Zhaozhao stood on each side and bowed from a distance.

Master Bu Lu smiled and nodded: "Five years from now, at the Golden Palace Feast, I will be waiting to see your sword!"

Lu Zhaozhao nodded in agreement.

After bidding farewell to the two of them, Lu Zhaozhao sat by the water and began to think.

The Golden Palace Banquet is a grand event held every ten years in the world of cultivation. It is held to test and select young talents of the younger generation in the world of cultivation. Anyone who is over fifty years old and whose realm is below the out-of-body level can participate.

The Golden Palace Banquet is held in rotation by the three major sects, with varying assessment methods. The ultimate winner is undoubtedly the strongest of the younger generation, and within a single stick of incense, they ascend the Golden Platform. Some say the Platform holds countless treasures and secret manuals, as past champions have achieved breakthroughs, both large and small, within a short period of time after stepping down. Others say the Platform is the closest to the heavens, where those destined for it may uncover the mysteries of the heavens...

There are countless versions of the story, but the acknowledged fact is that all young talents are proud to stand on the Golden Terrace.

"The place closest to the sky, then is it also the closest to home?" Lu Zhaozhao murmured.

She sniffed her sour nose, stood up and brushed off the dust on her body.

She wanted to reach the top of the Golden Platform, but the road ahead was long. Even the Master Bai Yuan she met today had already reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core, and was only one step away from breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage. In the previous battle, if he had not stopped in the end, she might not have been able to win. Not to mention that the world of cultivation was so vast, there must be more talented people, so she could not afford to delay even a little.

There is only one place where you can make a breakthrough in a short period of time.

She had no way to avoid Mushan Temple.