Chapter 254: Grandmaster of a Generation

Dong… ding ding ding ding, dong…

Just as the students’ fighting spirits surged, a melodious qin sound drifted in faintly.

At first, it was like flowing water from a high mountain, refreshing the mind. But soon, the music suddenly changed, becoming sharp and harsh. The sound wasn’t loud, but it clearly reached every student’s ears, exploding in their minds, causing extreme discomfort. Quickly, their vision, hearing, smell, taste, touch, consciousness, and Spiritual Soul became confused and reversed. Some students with high cultivation could barely hold on; ordinary students with shallow cultivation soon bled from all seven orifices, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, and the power of the scholarly and martial arts formation greatly weakened.

Seven Injury Qin!

Blind Master held a lamp in one hand and played the Qin with the other, fully displaying his formidable strength.

A former leader of Yellow Springs Sect—such an unparalleled Devil Leader was not someone ordinary students could handle. Once the Qin sounded, seven severe injuries!

While virtue rises one foot, vice rises ten!

Blind Master Bi Luotian’s aura was boundless as he launched a full assault, determined to kill Mu Feng that day to eliminate future trouble.

Roar…

Mu Feng’s Spiritual Soul shook violently, unleashing a soul impact like a mountain collapsing and tsunami roaring.

Seeing the students below getting injured one after another, he could no longer hold back. He struggled wildly, hoping to break free. Helplessly, his body and Spiritual Soul were separated, preventing him from using many great abilities. Even with utmost effort, he couldn’t break the restraint of the Seven Stars Soul-Sealing Lamp. Instead, the black Talismanic Scripts on him multiplied, layering heavily.

“Ouyang, act now!”

Blind Master’s cold shout came. Although he regained the upper hand, there was no joy on his face. Instead, his expression grew increasingly grim.

Mu Feng’s Spiritual Soul was out—a rare, heaven-sent opportunity. Originally, he planned to seal Mu Feng’s Spiritual Soul in one move, then flee far away, leaving the Scholastic Palace experts unable to catch up. Unexpectedly, the first attack missed, as Mu Feng unexpectedly used a soul impact to escape. Then, after finally trapping Mu Feng’s Spiritual Soul, they got entangled by many students.

The situation had completely veered off plan, far beyond expectations. The current advantage was only temporary; delaying further would turn things worse. They had to end it quickly!

“Yes!”

Ouyang Shengnan bowed to accept the order, swiftly drawing the sword at her waist. She was about to lead a few Black-clad Women to charge at Mu Feng and the others, taking it step by step. Suddenly, an ethereal sword hum reached her ears, followed by a sword light slicing out from the void.

Whoosh…

A flash of cold light cut through the sky, completely shattering the gigantic hand that blotted out the sky. The invisible restraints rapidly vanished. Immediately after, another sword light swept through the air—this time heading straight for Blind Master at the forest edge. Before the terrifying sword light even landed, the surrounding air was evaporated, sizzling loudly. In that instant, Ouyang Shengnan and the others found themselves unable to move, their minds blank.

“Ye… Bei… gong!”

Seeing the sword light arrive above his head in a flash, Blind Master was both shocked and enraged.

His right hand’s five fingers plucked hard—a sharp, piercing ding sound rang out, and an invisible force of wind howled forth, crashing head-on into the fierce sword light. Instantly, the swift sword light paused. But the next moment, it suddenly split into two, each striking toward Blind Master’s brow and throat.

Ding…

Blind Master’s right hand fingers plucked forcefully, then abruptly pulled back, releasing two streaks of wind force.

At the critical moment, he blocked the descending sword light, but a Qin string snapped with the sound. Before he could react, another sword light appeared before his eyes. In haste, he raised the Seven Injury Qin resting on his knees to block. After a crisp sound, a shocking Jianhen appeared on the ancient Qin, nearly splitting it in half.

“Go!”

Blind Master roared, his figure bursting upward as he fled first, not daring to prolong the fight. Behind him, Ouyang Shengnan and the other female disciples followed anxiously.

Whether it was beyond reach or due to concerns, the elusive sword light did not appear again. Soon, they quickly moved away, disappearing into the dense forest after a few leaps.

Hu…

Only after Blind Master and his group vanished into the distance did Mu Feng’s Spiritual Soul, carrying a hint of blood light, merge back into his body. His true form and Spiritual Soul finally combined. A blood light flashed over him, and his rigid, statue-like body gradually regained feeling.

Formidable!

Staring in the direction Blind Master fled, Mu Feng’s pupils contracted. Recalling the earlier danger, he still felt lingering fear, once again witnessing the power of this great Devil Leader.

Last time at Mu Manor Back Mountain, Ghost Mother had blocked his attack; this time, a mysterious expert from the Scholastic Palace helped. What about next time?

Mu Feng’s expression was grave as he again felt the urgency and pressure of cultivation. He waved his hand, putting away the Eighteen Blood Witch Commands.

To assist Young Master Mu Tie, Blind Master Bi Luotian, this great Devil Leader, spared no effort and would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. If not eliminated, he would never have peace! With such a Devil Leader watching in secret, danger lurked everywhere!

This time, though the opponent was driven off by the Scholastic Palace expert, the sense of danger in Mu Feng’s heart did not lessen at all, nor did it fade.

Blind Master, this Devil Leader, was always ruthless and meticulous, his schemes interlocking seamlessly. It couldn’t have been a coincidence. Mu Feng was sure he had left some terrifying deadly move behind. Remembering the frightening soul shout at the start, his face grew increasingly solemn!

“Young man, are you alright?”

While Mu Feng was lost in thought, a hearty voice reached his ears. Looking up, he saw an old man who had appeared before him unnoticed—none other than the white-haired, youthful-faced Qi Guoyuan whom he had met that morning.

After a moment of surprise, Mu Feng quickly bowed in salute. “This student is fine. Thank you, Master Guoyuan!”

“Don’t thank me. This old man only watched from the sidelines and didn’t help at all. Thank the many students and the Academy Lord who personally intervened!” The white-haired, youthful-faced Qi Guoyuan looked Mu Feng up and down, nodding slightly in silent admiration upon seeing his steady breathing and no signs of injury.

“Academy Lord?”

Mu Feng was surprised, recalling the elusive, sharp sword light. “Master Guoyuan, are you saying Palace Lord Ye Beigong intervened personally just now?”

“Of course. Bi Luotian is no ordinary Devil Leader. Who else could drive him away so easily besides Palace Lord Ye Beigong?” Qi Guoyuan smiled, looking meaningfully at Mu Feng as he asked, “Young man, how was the Academy Lord’s swordsmanship?”

“Extremely formidable—not something an ordinary person could block!” Mu Feng replied truthfully and promptly.

Recalling the elusive sword light that sliced from the void, he felt a chill, admitting to himself he was far from a match!

“The Academy Lord’s calligraphy surpasses even his swordsmanship, much better than mine. Hehe, young man, if you’re truly interested in calligraphy, go find the Academy Lord! A Grandmaster of a Generation… truly a Grandmaster of a Generation…”

The white-haired, youthful-faced Qi Guoyuan chuckled, then turned and left, his voice carrying from afar.

Grandmaster of a Generation?

Mu Feng murmured to himself, growing increasingly curious about the elusive Academy Lord Ye Beigong, wondering what kind of person he was.