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Chapter 134 The Foundation of a Sacred Family, the Wishes of a Noble Family

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the people of the Great Yan Kingdom lit up simultaneously.

The clear water flows like a wine cup!

This refers to the one on the right.

Yin and Yang are roughly balanced, presenting a scene of the apocalyptic sky.

When Yin and Yang are truly in balance, the clear water flows smoothly.

The apocalyptic sky that the Great Universe Kingdom presents.

The Great Yan Kingdom presented a scene of flowing blue water.

The apocalyptic sky is the place where the laws of Yin and Yang have perished, a desolate wasteland.

The flowing blue water is a Nirvana image of the Yin-Yang principle of "from adversity to prosperity, from death to life," which is in line with the "way of birth and death of the universe and stars." At the end of Yin and Yang, when everything is absolutely dead and silent, life quietly blossoms—just like the birth and death of the universe.

The Great Yan Kingdom won!

On the Daewoo side, everyone's faces were ashen.

They witnessed the two scenes depicted by the Grand Elder on the spot.

The elder's explanation was so profound and mysterious that they were convinced.

The Yin-Yang Dao is an extremely special Dao, composed of two opposing forces, Yin and Yang. Under normal circumstances, the stronger side will eliminate the weaker side, but when the two sides are truly in balance, a strange change will occur: Yin and Yang intersect, life emerges from death, and clear water flows like tendons.

The Grand Elder's gaze swept over the expressions of both sides, and he softly uttered his conclusion: "Master Ding of the Great Yu Kingdom has achieved a general balance of Yin and Yang, which is quite remarkable. However, Master Du of the Great Yan Kingdom is clearly closer to the perfect answer. Therefore, in this round, Great Yan wins!"

The people of the Great Yan Kingdom cheered in unison, "We've won!"

The people from the Great Yu Kingdom all looked ashen-faced.

The Great Yan Kingdom won two out of three matches!

Gain the upper hand!

Inside the wooden hut, the saintess frowned deeply: "The flowing blue waters certainly reveal the mysteries of Yin and Yang, but the towering blue waves, so far removed from the vast blue sky, remain unevenly blended, lacking a certain quality."

The true beauty of flowing water is not such a spectacular scene of towering waves, but rather a harmonious blend of calm and tranquility.

These towering waves show that the principles of Yin and Yang have not yet reached the state of "perfect harmony".

Without reaching the sublime state of perfect harmony, it is not enough to solve the problem of the Spirit Race's "Vast Ocean Remnant Spirit Ancient Array Diagram".

The requirements for this array diagram are too strict, allowing no room for error.

Therefore, the Holy Maiden was very disappointed. Even though she cleverly used her methods to bind the two countries' top divination geniuses to the Spirit Clan and demonstrated a very high level of skill in deciphering the Yin-Yang Dao, she was still a step away from truly solving the Spirit Clan's problem.

The girl in purple pondered, "It seems that it's roughly around 400 zhang now. Could we adjust it little by little, testing it slowly using the method the Grand Elder used?"

"You're oversimplifying things! If it were just a matter of size, then of course you could test it slowly. The problem is, this formation has 36 key points, and their sizes change randomly. Even if you calculate that 365 corresponds to 402, can you calculate the 108 variations in the formation, and how many each time the size changes randomly? Therefore, what's important isn't the accuracy of this round of calculations, but the algorithm!"

"Then—then let's find a way to keep this Master Du here! Let him calculate one by one," said the girl in purple.

The saint gently shook her head.

Keeping Master Du is an incredibly difficult task. He is a professor at the academy of the Great Yan Kingdom and a literary giant in the capital city of Youzhou. You think you can just keep him here?

Most importantly, Master Du's algorithm also has problems; it didn't achieve her ideal effect. Even if she could capture him, it might not solve the problem of this great formation.

In this vast world, is there anyone who can master a fast and accurate method of calculation?

If this algorithm cannot be bypassed.

The "Ancient Array Diagram of the Vast Ocean's Remnants," on which the entire Spirit Clan placed their hopes, ultimately proved to be a castle in the air; the dream of opening up the "Ancestral Spirit Family" remained just empty talk.

The three rounds are over.

The hearts of everyone in the Great Yu Kingdom sank.

The joy of winning the first round has long since faded.

A heavy pressure hung over everyone.

Seven rounds of competition, each one crucial.

Falling behind in one set makes it extremely difficult to catch up.

Because they have truly recognized the strength of their opponent —

They are incredibly powerful in every field.

The Second Elder slowly stood up: "The fourth round—"

Before the sound had even faded, a deafening roar shook the air!

A long laugh pierced the air: "Haha, the Chess Immortal of Luoyang, is nothing special!"

Everyone looked up at the same time.

The sky, which was originally clear and sunny, suddenly turned into a patchwork of black dots.

On the chessboard with its nineteen lines, countless black pieces gleam with the light of literature.

The white chess pieces, like wisps of smoke, cracked and broke apart.

Zhang Yi, the grandmaster of chess in the Great Yu Kingdom, stood blankly in the air, *poof*!

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered across the sky.

"We won again!" A cheer erupted from the Great Yan Kingdom.

On the Da Yu Kingdom's side, Zhuang Wenhua suddenly stood up, almost falling headfirst.

His vision blurred in waves.

Just now, the calculation method was defeated, and the battle situation is one round behind.

Now Yidao has suffered another defeat.

The opponent leads 3-1!

There were only 7 rounds in total.

The opponent has reached match point!

If they lose just one more game, the entire Qingshan Literary Society of Daewoo will be defeated.

And the next game—

The Way of Painting!

That was what he was most worried about.

"It's over!" Cui Wusheng's voice entered Zhou Wenju's mind.

Zhou Wenju's gaze fell on his face, his expression extremely serious.

His mind was also a little confused.

Even when facing the most formidable opponent, his mind remained undisturbed, for he knew he could win. If he failed, the literary giants, poets, and lyricists of all ages who stood behind him would not stand in his way.

However, this is a collective battle.

He can control himself, but he cannot control others.

If Huadao loses again, the opponent will lock in the outcome of the literary competition with a score of 4-1. No matter how amazing he and Cui Wusheng are, there will be no way to turn the tide.

"In the art of painting, we are clearly at a disadvantage!" Cui Wusheng's voice was weak: "Li Xiangfei is a relative of the Saint Family of Painting. He has been cultivating in the Saint Family of Painting for seventeen years. His painting skills are even better than those of the Saint Family's direct disciples. Our Master Wu comes from a family of painters who were abandoned by the Saint Family of Painting. For three hundred years, this family has been obsessed with returning to the outer sect of the Saint Family."

One is a holy family, the other a noble family.

A single word makes all the difference.

The Holy Family is like the bright moon hanging high in the sky; the Mortal Family is like a secular manor that looks up at the moon.

This is a natural disadvantage.

When the Great Yu Dynasty was researching candidates for the art of painting, if there had been a second choice, they would never have chosen Wu Tianliang. It was only because there were very few painting geniuses within the Great Yu Dynasty that they chose him from among the dwarfs.

why?

This is also related to Emperor Wu.

During the reign of Emperor Wu, a large number of literati were killed. Among them was the School of Painting. The most accomplished masters of the School of Painting colluded with demons and were swiftly and decisively wiped out by Emperor Wu. This massacre led to a severe shortage of talent in the School of Painting within the Great Yu Dynasty.

Now, with no other choice, they have chosen the relatively outstanding Wu Tianliang to compete in the Qingshan Literary Gathering.

He was facing Li Xiangfei, a painting prodigy whose skills even surpassed those of the direct disciples of the painting sage.

This seemingly hopeless situation turned out to be the last line of defense for the Great Yu Kingdom.

In an instant, the entire team, everyone, felt as if a north wind was blowing in their hearts.

A flash of light appeared in the sky!

It originated from the Dayan team.

Within the Great Yan team, Li Xiangfei pointed his precious brush, and a flying oriole appeared in the void. He stepped on the oriole and rose straight up to the high platform.

The entire Spirit Race, with millions of disciples, was captivated.

"With a stroke of the pen, the air is filled with the grace of a nightingale; with every step, one feels like an immortal! The charm of literature is finally beginning to be revealed without reservation!"

"This is the last game, it's time to let loose!"

"The last game? There are still two games left—"

"The score is currently 3-1. If the Great Yan Kingdom wins just one more game, the outcome of the Qingshan Literary Tournament will be decided. The remaining two games are optional."

The Spirit Clan members cheered and commented.

Wu Tianliang of the Great Yu Kingdom slowly stepped forward. He also had a pen in his hand, and he painted a picture, but what he painted was only a ladder to the clouds. He climbed the ladder and walked away step by step.

Judging from the way this scene was set, the outcome seemed to be already predetermined.

Li Xiangfei's brushstrokes are like a flying oriole, soaring high in the sky.

Wu Tianliang's brushstrokes resemble steps, ascending to higher levels.

The difference in their aura is completely on a different level.

Wu Tianliang walked very slowly, without looking back, ten steps, a hundred steps—

He stepped onto the top of the platform. Ahead of him, Li Xiangfei smiled faintly: "You come from the Wu family of Suzhou in Jiangnan, Da Yu?"

Your Mightiness----

While this title can be considered a form of respect, it is clearly disrespectful in today's context.

Because all the participants were masters.

You call him Master Wu, but what does it matter?

But he insisted on addressing me as "Your Excellency".

"Yes!" Wu Tianliang nodded.

Li Xiangfei said, "Your Wu family's obsession for the past three hundred years has been to rejoin the outer sect of the Painting Sage's family?"

Wu Tianliang's face suddenly darkened!

In front of the two masters, on the solemn occasion of the meeting between the two countries, they reopened the three-hundred-year-old wounds of the Wu family, and in such a condescending manner.

"Master Li, is this an insult to the Wu family?" Wu Tianliang slowly raised his head.

Li Xiangfei laughed and said, "You are mistaken, sir. I meant well! I simply wanted to give you a chance to bring glory to your ancestors!"

"What exactly does Master Li mean?" Wu Tianliang asked in a deep voice.

Li Xiangfei said, "Today, I will paint a 'Moonlit Scene of Suzhou' on the spot. If you can hold out until the moon is high in the sky, it means that there are still promising talents in the painting path of your Wu family of Suzhou. Why not include them in the outer sect of the Sage of Painting?"

The entire audience was stunned.

Is this the attitude one should have when competing at the highest level?

Isn't this clearly the tone of an adult disciplining a child?

He's completely looking down on me.

In Wu Tianliang's eyes, dark shadows swirled, like raging waves concealing themselves—

He spoke in a deep voice: "My Wu family of Suzhou has experienced three hundred years of ups and downs, but based on our steadfast commitment to the art of painting, we have never begged for mercy from fate, and from this day forward, we will never again!"

"How ungrateful!" Li Xiangfei sneered. "Take this!"

He stretched his hand towards the sky!

The pen in my hand trembled and fell to the ground.

With this tremor, the entire world suddenly changed—

The bright blue sky and clear daylight transformed into a soft veil of night.

In the night sky, a bright moon shines over the great river.

The moonlight was like water, so lifelike—

"Light Ink Flowing Clouds!" Cui Wusheng's voice entered Zhou Wenju's mind: "This is the secret technique of the Sage of Painting, passed down only to the family: Light Ink Flowing Clouds!"

Light ink-like flowing clouds.

It emphasizes a smooth and flowing style.

It emphasizes artistic conception.

It seems to best showcase the elegance of the painting.

However, it is an extremely terrifying combat skill.

He lifted his brush and poured ink, but no trace remained.

Under the ink, all things are but a matter of life and death.

The great river surged forth under the moonlight, threatening to sweep Wu Tianliang away.

Wu Tianliang flicked his pen and drew a picture in the air, and a small boat appeared beneath him!

The ink waves surged, and the light boat drifted gently on the great river.

With just one glance, everyone's hearts fluttered.

All the previous literary and philosophical competitions were just theoretical discussions. Although everyone knew that their meanings were infinite, as visual creatures, they always felt that they were not intuitive enough.

Now, the drawing competition is much more intuitive.

The power of painting is revealed in the heavens, every stroke and every drop of ink is the universe.

This is the true power of literature and the way of the Way; this is the real reason why literature and the way of the Way of the Way stand at the head of the three paths.

Everyone was excited.

Only Zhuang Wenhua of the Great Yu Kingdom and the six Grandmasters felt their hearts pounding.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Through Wen Dao's depiction of the moonlit river, they saw the cruel reality: Wu Tianliang's art was truly no match for Li Xiangfei's.

This surging river, every wave is a deadly threat.

What's even more terrifying isn't that, but the bright moon in the sky.

The bright moon and clear light represent the overwhelming power that encompasses heaven and earth, and the unseen killing move.

Under the bright moon, Suzhou in the picture gradually melts away.

The light boat beneath Wu Tianliang's feet gleamed with a faint silver light, as if it were about to be divided into countless pieces.

Wu Tianliang felt a deep sense of desolation.

He's going to lose!

With this defeat, the Great Yu Kingdom lost everything!

With the defeat of the Great Yu Kingdom, the Great Yan and the Spirit Clan have joined forces and marched south. Will his homeland, Gusu, be reduced to ashes under the overwhelming force of the current?

No----

How could this be?

Success or failure rests on my shoulders!

With a loud shout, Wu Tianliang was like a fisherman facing a towering wave in the river. His resolve was stronger than ever at this moment, and his small boat, which was about to fall apart, became solid again.

Amidst the turbulent rivers and seas, a small boat cleaves through the waves.

"Not bad! It's a pity the moon isn't high in the sky yet!" Li Xiangfei's loud laughter echoed from the moon in the sky.

As soon as the laughter subsided, the moon shifted sideways!

For every foot the waves moved, the raging torrents grew threefold.

The Spirit Race were dumbfounded; the moon in the painting could actually move!

The power of literature and the Way is truly captivating.

Countless women of the Spirit Clan had their understanding of literature and the Way completely renewed at this moment.

In the past, they loved literature and poetry, immersing themselves in the magical imagery of words and the dynamic sounds of music.

Today, they have truly witnessed the omnipotence of literature and the Way.

Unlike their delightful and pleasant experience, there is Wu Tianliang!

Wu Tianliang was soaked to the bone.

I can't tell if it's sweat or river water—no, ink.

The moon is gradually moving towards the center, and the pressure is gradually increasing.

The moment the moon reached its zenith, it seemed as if the world below was facing its end.

The entire city of Suzhou was reduced to ashes!

The boundless waves swept in, tossing the small boat high into the air—

An endless shadow loomed over them; in the hazy, pale ink, the faint moonlight that pierced through was no longer the cool, tranquil moon, but rather a thousand deadly energies—

Zhuang Wenhua sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

Cui Wusheng also sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

Zhou Wenju let out a long breath; before him lay a vast expanse of desolation.

That's probably how things are in this world; human calculations are ultimately no match for fate.

Okay then.

Didn't your Great Yan Kingdom go to great lengths to form an alliance with the Spirit Clan? Didn't your Spirit Clan have ulterior motives?

Then let's change battlefields!

On the battlefield, I'll show you what a devastating attack can do!

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