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In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

The people of the Exchange had long since dispersed, and at this moment, only a few figures were left on the plaza.

In this half a month, Zheng Zimu had awakened a total of seven times before closing his eyes again. As for Li Yi, he had been in a state of cultivation the entire time.

"Is it not over?"

"How long is this competition going to go on?"

"Hard to say, that Eight Changes of Dance Heaven is not something that ordinary people can cultivate."

"What kind of sword attack did Li Yi use? Even Zheng Zimu is having trouble. "

"Forget it, forget it. I'll go and buy some vegetables first. I'll take a look at it later."

The passersby were all discussing among themselves. However, they had long since gotten used to this scene. In their own words, they were still fighting. Who cares!

During this period, Qin Meng had also come a few times, but he did not go near, and just watched from afar.

Not long later, the middle aged woman and Ning Xiaoqian arrived.

Ning Xiaoqian looked from afar and frowned slightly, "Teacher, do you really not have powerful inherited sword techniques in your Fifth Institute?" As a disciple of the Firmament Academy, she understood more than many people Zheng Zimu's comprehension ability. The third person in the past hundred years was not just for show.

However, the sword strike that Li Yi had given her had actually confused Zheng Zimu for half a month.

The middle-aged woman did not reply. She was sure that there were no powerful sword techniques inheritances in Fifth Institute, but the scene before her eyes made her speechless.

"Still going on?" Mo WuShuang also arrived, but she did not approach. After staring for a long while, she turned and left.

At the same time, in a certain corner of the plaza, stood two figures. Their gazes all landed on Li Yi, and a bit of coldness flashed past their eyes from time to time.

Wu Qing's expression was indifferent as the corners of his mouth slightly lifted: "Young Master Duan, the current Li Yi is in the midst of cultivation. If he were to kill him, this would be a great opportunity!"

Duan Wuhen narrowed his eyes, not saying a word. However, the killing intent in the depths of his eyes was undisguised as it flickered.

He didn't need Wu Qing to say anything, as he knew that this was a good opportunity. Otherwise, he wouldn't have stayed here for half a month.

But even now, there were still many people on the field. It was very difficult for him to make a move, so he still had to wait.

Twenty days passed.

The people who passed by did not discuss this competition anymore. It was as if they only considered the two statues as existences to them.

From time to time, disciples would come to guard the Firmament Academy, but not many.

had been guarding this place the entire time due to Red Star Academy and she was the only one there.

Crash! *

Spring rain began to fall. The streets of the capital were soon soaked through. People were in a hurry as they passed by.

What no one knew was that the last trace of perseverance in Zheng Zimu's heart, had also given up at this moment.

What was even more unknown was that after these twenty days, Li Yi had been sorting out the chants. Not long ago, he had finally listed out the chants.

This made him very excited, and he was looking forward to it.

Deep in the Red Star Academy, by the lakeside.

Pfft!

Under the spring rain, the elder suddenly coughed out large mouthfuls of blood. His wrinkled face was extremely pale, and his eyes were dim and cloudy.

Qin Meng, who was behind the old man, subconsciously clenched his fists. He could not help but call out, looking somewhat sorrowfully at the old man's back, "Teacher."

Teacher?

The old man's body trembled, and his cloudy eyes revealed traces of memories. He probably remembered something. It had been ten years since he shouted those two words out loud, right?

After a long while, the old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said tiredly, "I might not be able to hold on much longer."

Qin Meng felt suffocated in his heart, "Teacher, you have already broken through to the Heavenly Realm, you still have nearly a thousand years to live, why can't you hold on?"

The old man looked up at the rainy sky. "I'm too tired. I miss them a little."

Qin Meng trembled, his eyes bloodshot as he firmly clenched his hands. He knew what the old man's words meant.

Sixty years ago, during the chaos, his seniors and juniors, as well as his teacher, had all perished, leaving him alone.

And at that time, he was still very young, only in his early twenties. His cultivation base was only at the eighth level of the Innate realm, yet he was able to forcefully support the entire academy.

Now that 60 years had passed, perhaps the old man was truly tired.

Of course, this' exhaustion 'was not a physical' exhaustion '. It was a tiredness that came from the depths of his heart. There was also the loneliness, despair, helplessness, and intense longing that he had experienced over the past years.

Everything had caused him to collapse into madness.

"I have experienced many great battles and also suffered unimaginable injuries. Even though I have broken through, I am unable to suppress the injuries within my body."

"Sixty years ago, for the sake of this courtyard, I made Yun'er wait a bit longer. We are now separated by this far."

"Forty years ago, I fell in love with a woman in the courtyard and gave birth to your eldest senior brother."

"Twenty-eight years ago, the marshal of the Lan family broke into the Red Star Academy and took away your eldest senior brother's mother. I could have intervened and I could have prevented it, but I chose to let go for the sake of the academy. From then on, your eldest senior brother always hated me and never called me father."

"If you see him one day, say 'sorry' for me." The old man spoke slowly, without sadness or joy. His voice was calm, as if he was telling the story of someone else.

So that's how it was.

In that moment, Qin Meng understood, he truly understood. Thinking back to the past, he unconsciously felt sorrow for the old man in front of him.

"One year, or two years …" The old man said softly, "Your eldest senior brother, second senior sister and third senior brother are all missing. You are the only one remaining within the Fifth Institute."

Qin Meng's nose was sour, and he couldn't help but say: "There's still Little Junior Brother, he's still here."

The old man said, "He doesn't belong here, but we do."

Qin Meng seemed to understand something a little: "Little Junior is not that kind of person."

The old man was silent and did not speak again.

The continuous spring rain was getting heavier and heavier. The entire capital was soaked in sweat and there were less and less people coming and going on the streets.

Similarly, the square was the same.

Weng! *

Right at this moment, an astonishing sword light sliced through the air. Boundless spiritual energy quickly erupted, forming a small world of suppression.

Chen Meng suddenly opened his eyes, and immediately took out the talisman in his hand. The talisman exploded, forming a three-meter-tall Giant Beast, blocking the astonishing sword beam.

But the Giant Beast's body was pierced through.

"Kill!"

Duan Wuhen appeared, stepping on the rain and facing the cold wind, as if he was an Asura warrior rushing out from the depths of hell. His speed was extremely fast, arriving here in the blink of an eye.

"Eh? Someone has actually made a move. " In a certain corner, Young Master of The Gao Family had a face full of astonishment.

At the same time, in the other direction, Lan Yu Mo also frowned.

At the side of the square, in an inn, two people were similarly standing in a room on the third floor.

"Teacher."

Ning Xiaoqian subconsciously called out.

The middle-aged woman was expressionless, as if she had already expected this to happen.

"You're courting death." Chen Meng coldly snorted, and another talisman was thrown out.

"The Young Noble has orders, whoever kills Li Yi will be rewarded." At the edge of the arena, a group of black-clothed figures rushed out.