Yang Qingxuan was stunned. The squiggly characters were moving faster and faster, causing his head to spin. He struggled to focus his vision, and only then did the writing slow down. He could make out a few lines:
"The heavens become clear, the earth becomes peaceful, the spirits become enlightened, and the valleys become abundant…"
Each word was like a pearl, as though blue thunder were exploding in his mind. His eyes became sore and strained, and he finally couldn't bear it anymore. The squiggly characters began to swirl again, and the entire page was filled with flashing silver light, hazy and impossible to discern.
"What exactly is this silver foil paper?"
Yang Qingxuan closed his eyes and meditated for a while, gradually alleviating the discomfort. He thought to himself, This "Qingyang Martial Scriptures" is probably not so simple. Who exactly is Wu Qiyue, and why is she helping me?
In the memories of the remnants of a soul he had previously encountered, aside from the fact that Wu Qiyue was known as the most beautiful woman at Tiancong Academy and was highly gifted, entering the inner courtyard within a year, there was no further information.
Never mind. From her appearance, she shouldn't want to harm me. Besides, with my understanding of martial arts, if the technique were wrong, I would certainly be able to sense it.
Yang Qingxuan folded up the silver foil paper and walked out of the library.
By chance, he noticed several students inside the library glaring at him with unfriendly expressions, seemingly harboring hostility.
Yang Qingxuan felt a little puzzled. He didn't seem to recognize these people.
But then, it dawned on him. It must have been Wu Qiyue's doing. The academy's most beautiful woman was too conspicuous, and these students probably misunderstood something.
Sure enough, after leaving the library and walking along the quiet, ancient path, five figures suddenly appeared from the side, blocking his way. They were the same students from the library.
Yang Qingxuan raised his eyebrows. "What's the matter?"
"Heh, still quite calm. In fact, you're probably terrified on the inside, right?" A tall, thin man in blue sneered.
"Haha, look at his dumbfounded face. He's really good at pretending. Qiyue really has poor taste—does she actually like this kind of pretending, useless trash?" Another man also had a cold expression.
The blue-clad man's smirk turned to a cold, menacing look. He extended his hand and barked, "Stop wasting time, give it to me!"
Yang Qingxuan frowned. "Give what?"
One of them spoke up, "Hand over the engagement silver ornament that Qiyue gave you!"
Yang Qingxuan nearly spat out blood. Since they were standing at a distance, they hadn't seen clearly what Wu Qiyue had given him, only catching a flash of silver, so they mistakenly thought it was a silver ornament or something similar.
The meaning of a girl giving a silver ornament to a man was, of course, obvious.
Another one spoke coldly, "A girl like Qiyue is not someone like you can touch. If you don't want to die, you should know your place."
Yang Qingxuan said, "This is the academy's sacred ground. You dare to openly rob and bully your classmates?"
"Classmates? Hah, disgusting! Do you even deserve to call us classmates?"
The five laughed uproariously, with the blue-clad youth sneering, "You want to use the academy's rules to pressure us? You really are a cowardly, useless fool! How pitiful. The law of the jungle is the rule of the world. As long as we don't kill you, the academy won't care. If you're sensible, hand over the silver ornament, and crawl on the ground like a dog. That way, you can avoid getting beaten."
A sharp glint flashed in Yang Qingxuan's eyes, and his lips curled into a smirk. "Thanks for the advice. So, as long as you don't get killed, everything's fine, right?"
One of them shouted, "What, you want to fight us?"
Yang Qingxuan flexed his wrist and replied, "Dealing with trash like you? Should be like cleaning up garbage. I'm actually quite experienced in this kind of thing."
The moment the words left his mouth, his figure flickered, and he suddenly leaped into action, punching towards the face of the student on his left.
"Szzz! So fast!"
The student was startled and hurriedly stepped back. His foot tripped, and he fell backward, hastily raising his hands to protect his face, shouting, "A person should leave some face, don't hit the face!"
"Bang!"
Yang Qingxuan didn't care. His punch landed squarely on the student's hand, the shockwave shattering his fingers, and his face instantly caved in.
The student screamed as he flew backward, blood gushing from his face, and though his features couldn't be seen, the damage was severe.
Yang Qingxuan snorted coldly. "You trash have no face. Since you don't want it, I'll take it off for you on behalf of your parents!"
The other four were startled as they watched their companion writhe on the ground, hands clutching his face in desperate pain. All of them were shaken.
Although their cultivation was not weaker than Yang Qingxuan's, they were just students at the academy. Yang Qingxuan, on the other hand, was a martial arts master from the nation of Huaxia, with years of life-or-death struggles, sharpening his skill in countless dangerous situations. The difference in their understanding of martial arts and their composure in battle was immeasurable.
The blue-clad man roared, "All together, cripple him!"
Before he finished speaking, Yang Qingxuan had already leapt into the air, unleashing the Dragon Descending Palm, striking at one of them.
His speed was so fast that the man only had time to react when Yang Qingxuan's palm was already in front of him. He thrust both his palms forward to meet the attack.
With a loud "Boom!" the air trembled as the shockwave blasted the man away, causing him to spit blood mid-air.
Yang Qingxuan quickly took down two of them, and the remaining three were stunned. They realized they had kicked an iron plate and immediately launched their strongest attacks in unison.
One of them had palms as solid as rock, steady and powerful. When he thrust his palms forward, the air howled as his strike clashed with Yang Qingxuan's.
Another one crouched down, his body like a spring, suddenly shooting out like an arrow.
Together, the two of them exuded immense power, creating waves of air that rippled and intensified as they clashed.
"Nice!" Yang Qingxuan shouted in a low voice. His left hand formed a finger-point, casting the "Wuxiang Jie Zhi" to intercept the incoming palm strike. With his right hand, his fingers glowed faintly green as he activated his "Yingming Ghost Claw" technique.
"Boom!"
The Wuxiang Jie Zhi hit the palm strike with a hiss, puncturing it, and the force of the impact pierced through the opponent's palm!
"Ah!"
The student recoiled in agony, his face drenched in cold sweat.
On the other side, the "Yingming Ghost Claw" shattered the shockwave, and Yang Qingxuan's five fingers gripped the student's head, a faint trickle of blood seeping from his scalp.
The student trembled violently, his face full of terror. He opened his mouth to plead for mercy. "Spare me! Please spare me!"
"Boom!"
Yang Qingxuan lifted him like a chicken, delivering a punch to his face, instantly swelling it into a grotesque mass. "You shameless wretch, let me make sure your face is gone!"
Just as Yang Qingxuan was about to deliver another punch, his heart suddenly jolted, and a dangerous aura rushed toward him.
The remaining blue-clad man suddenly exploded with power, roaring, "Die!"
Yang Qingxuan looked up and saw a beastly shadow materialize behind the blue-clad man, glowing as if formed from light. Its fierce gaze mirrored the blue-clad man's, glaring at Yang Qingxuan with a hunger that seemed to want to devour him.
"Martial Soul!"
Yang Qingxuan's heart trembled. This was the second time he had encountered a "Martial Soul." The first time was with Su Ying's miniature bow and arrow. He couldn't afford to be careless. He immediately threw the student he was holding at the blue-clad man.
The blue-clad man leaped into the air, all his fury released. He was ready to crush Yang Qingxuan, but when he saw his companion flying toward him, he snorted coldly, showing no camaraderie. He lifted his foot and stomped down!
"Boom!"
His companion was crushed beneath his foot, sent crashing to the ground with a cloud of dust, and the stone bricks beneath him cracked. The student lay like a dead pig, blood flowing from the cracks in the bricks.
Using the force of stomping on his comrade, the blue-clad man soared even higher, like an eagle diving down, and with a roar, he punched toward Yang Qingxuan, shouting, "Trash, die!"