Taiyi Dao Fruit

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."

Wherever the talismans spread, the explosions were just as widespread, one wave after another causing the air to crackle with heat and stirring the currents above the Fengyun Platform.

Luu Wangji urged his True Qi, forming a ripple-like sphere around his body, but under the continuous explosions, even True Qi as majestic as his couldn't withstand the depletion, visibly thinning at a rate visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, the explosions reached their climax.

"Boom!"

All the talismans were exhausted, the flames and air currents on the Fengyun Platform surged wildly, causing everyone around to shield their faces with their hands, while their hearts pounded with shock.

Qi Changsheng and Luo Yi had almost impulsively rushed onto the platform.

But Feng Ziyang, responsible for adjudicating and protecting the competing disciples, remained completely still, just quietly hovering in mid-air, observing the scene within the flames.

The battle was not over yet.

"Spurt—"

Luu Wangji spat out a mouthful of red and his green robe was tattered, showing charring all over his body. He drove his True Qi to block the flames, taking out a white porcelain bottle from his chest, about to open it.

As descendants of the Divine Farmer, the Jiang family naturally had knowledge of medicine, and unlike Jiang Li who lost support, Luu Wangji always carried various elixirs on him.

But before he could open the porcelain bottle, a streak of golden light appeared before him. Jiang Li tapped Luu Wangji's wrist, causing the porcelain bottle to slip from his hand while swiftly catching it and slipping it into his sleeve.

"Senior Brother, a duel is a duel, but using elixirs to cheat isn't fair."

Jiang Li, who had secretly taken an elixir, spoke righteously, his palm striking like twin dragons emerging from the sea, aimed directly at the chest.

The defense of the Six Ding and Six Jia Protection Talisman surpassed the Protective True Qi, and Jiang Li had also prepared as many as fifty such talismans, entirely capable of withstanding the successive explosions, which was why Jiang Li confidently employed explosive tactics.

Compared to Luu Wangji at the moment, Jiang Li's situation was as good as it could get.

"Bang."

Both palms pressed against the chest, strength swirling, colliding with the rebounding True Qi, Luu Wangji's face showed shock, but his reaction was still quick, without hesitation he tried to use the force to retreat.

But Jiang Li followed like a shadow, using fists, palms, fingers, claws, and legs, a series of five attacks showering down on Luu Wangji like a violent storm, causing him to vomit blood and retreat continuously.

"Calculate the enemy's moves first, how could this be?" Luu Wangji completely lost his composure.

He realized that in terms of moves, he completely lost the initiative; Jiang Li anticipated his attacks, and in close combat, he was utterly suppressed.

This was clearly the observational ability of Louguan Swordsmanship, but Jiang Li wasn't making calculations with his fingers at the moment, and the calculation power he displayed far exceeded that when he used his hands.

"You can calculate mentally now?" Luu Wangji called out.

"And when did you get the impression I couldn't?"

Jiang Li laughed heartily, with only him able to see the scribbles that quickly flashed across the pages of a book before him, rushing down like a waterfall.

Using finger tapping was to aid calculation, to compensate for the lack of calculation power, but with the aid of the Karma Collection, Jiang Li was completely able to make quick drafts, and finger tapping calculation instead slowed down his calculation pace.

The reason he kept his hands behind his back was firstly, because it was cool, and secondly, because he wanted to confuse his opponent.

While speaking, Jiang Li flashed close, his arm shaking like a whip lashed towards Luu Wangji's face.

Luu Wangji quickly bent his arm to the side, blocking this fierce attack, but he didn't anticipate that Jiang Li's other hand would shoot out from below, striking Luu Wangji's lower abdomen in an extremely awkward position, causing his Qi and blood to surge and Qi mechanism to backlash.

He couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of fresh blood, while Jiang Li withdrew his attack, transformed it into a palm strike, and launched it with force like river waves, knocking Luu Wangji off the Fengyun Platform, causing him to fall like a bird with broken wings.

"The victor is decided."

Feng Ziyang raised his hand and issued a streak of Sword Light, catching Luu Wangji, and brought him to the cliff.

"Senior Brother, thank you for the concession."

Jiang Li, on the Fengyun Platform, gracefully made a fist-palm salute. Though his words were of concession, his eyes fixed on Luo Yi, seemingly awaiting another punching bag to be sent his way.

"Junior Brother Jiang's strength is exceptional; I admire you."

Luu Wangji, with great effort, suppressed his churning blood and injuries, his face revealing a trace of a smile, gently spoke devoid of any anger, "What was said earlier still holds—the magician and Qi Refining Dao Fruits are prepared. You can come and collect them whenever you choose. Furthermore, if you'd like to let bygones be bygones, that would also be welcome."

A magician is an Eighth Grade Dao Fruit, while Qi Refiner is a Seventh Grade Dao Fruit; both fruits matched Jiang Li's current path exceptionally well. Luu Wangji truly had done his research on Jiang Li.

However, Jiang Li showed no interest, "I'd also prefer to abide by my previous words; I refuse."

Candy-coated bullets are still bullets. You think you've just consumed the candy and thrown the bullet back, but others might not see it that way. If there's a misunderstanding, Jiang Li's prior efforts could all be in vain.

Upon hearing this, a hint of regret flashed across Luu Wangji's face.

He stepped back, held down Luo Yi's trying-to-rise hand, shook his head slightly, and whispered, "He snatched my Replenishing Essence Pills."

Now that it was afternoon and Jiang Li had the Replenishing Essence Pills, a war of attrition still held meaning but was no longer feasible. Sending more people would only expose their own affiliations.

"This time, we have lost; let's go."

Speaking softly, Luu Wangji's face paled, his injuries seeming to flare up again. Seeing this, Luo Yi quickly supported him, and together they retreated.

This also marked the conclusion of the conflict between Jiang Li and the Jiang family this time.

'This means the opportunity for Bone Marrow Cleansing is in hand; the reasons for Jiang Zhuyun wanting to kill me, the conflicts between the Jiang family and the Sect, maybe I'll find out something from this session of Bone Marrow Cleansing.'

Jiang Li's eyelids lightly closed, his thoughts inward.

Then, fine sweat suddenly appeared on his face, his body swayed, as if he might fall at any moment.

After a bout against a formidable opponent like Luu Wangji, though victorious, Jiang Li suffered too—his True Qi was excessively drained, which seemed reasonable.

Seeing such an opportunity, wouldn't the fellows below come up and offer a good deed?

Senior Brother Feng, no more pills to give?

However, whether it was Feng Ziyang or the others on the cliff, upon seeing this, no one stirred.

Feng Ziyang saw Jiang Li's action of grabbing the porcelain bottle, while the others ... had seen enough of this scene already.

In the past few hours, Jiang Li appeared about to fall, continuously, but when Luu Wangji appeared onstage, he suddenly burst into vigorous life, striking Luu Wangji to the point of spitting blood.

If they still believed he was about to fall, they deserved to lose two hundred good deeds.

Yet, no one directly left; instead, they looked at the figure on the Fengyun Platform, their faces showing longing.

Today, they had witnessed a legend of the Outer Disciple.

"Senior Brother Jiang."

Someone started calling him Senior Brother, followed by one Outer Disciple after another also shouting.

"Senior Brother Jiang."

"Senior Brother Jiang."

Among disciples, aside from sharing the same master, relationships were typically determined by the strength of the individual.

People always admire the strong; this was no exception even in a Righteous Sect.

Jiang Li, having fought from morning to afternoon, overcame more than twenty opponents and defeated a powerful enemy like Luu Wangji, certainly proved his strength. Driven by admiration for the strong, the Outer Disciples who witnessed it all cheered for the victor that was Jiang Li now.

Time, too, gradually passed amidst these high calls, eventually, reaching sunset.