Battle Through the Heavens: Starting with Cao Ying as an apprentice

The word "teacher" was like a bucket of ice water, instantly waking Bibi Dong from her near-out-of-control sanity.

She looked around—the ancient bookshelves, the uneasy gazes of scholars in the reading area, the lingering scent of old paper and ink in the air. Qian Xunji's serious face flashed through her mind.

She slowly exhaled, and her soul power receded like a tide.

"can."

A moment later, the two walked out of the library hall one after the other. Sunlight poured down, casting two slender shadows on the white stone steps.

Bibi Dong walked quickly, her purple skirt fluttering in the wind, each step heavy and resolute.

Bai Yue'er followed behind, her steps unhurried.

The scholars, soul masters, and even the servants organizing the books in the entire library area were all drawn together by invisible threads, silently forming a stream of people, following their footsteps through the central courtyard and towards the arena on the west side of the Spirit Hall.

"Good heavens, is the Holy Maiden going to fight that girl?"

"I heard it was because of a theoretical dispute with Yu Xiaogang..."

"That good-for-nothing actually deserves the Holy Maiden's attention?"

Whispers spread like wildfire. Windows were pushed open, the corridors were packed with people, and the news spread to every corner of the Spirit Hall at an astonishing speed.

In the shadows, four people were watching this farce unfold.

Su Baichen, Xuan Huo, Qian Xunji, and Ju Douluo!

Su Baichen looked at Qian Xunji and smiled, "This is the genius disciple you mentioned who is excellent in both character and academics, has top-notch talent, and possesses twin martial souls!"

"It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!" Qian Xunji quickly explained, "My lord, it's a misunderstanding."

Qian Xunji was also somewhat embarrassed. He had originally planned to show them more about the Spirit Hall and his own disciple.

[You unfilial disciple, you've truly 'filial' to my detriment!]

Chapter 202 Bai Yue'er VS Bibi Dong!

The arena is a circular, open-air structure built of gray-white boulders, with tiered seating that can accommodate up to a thousand people.

When Bibi Dong pushed open the heavy iron gate, the sunlight inside the arena was pouring onto the empty sand, reflecting a dazzling golden hue.

The two stood in the middle of the field, twenty paces apart.

The wind blew, stirring up fine sand.

More and more people gathered in the stands, and in less than half an incense stick's time, 70% of the seats were already filled.

Some watched with a sense of spectatorship, some cheered for the saintess, and others—the scholars who had witnessed the entire event in the library area—silently observed the girl in white in the center of the room, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

“The rules are simple,” she finally said, her voice echoing in the empty space.

"The rule is not to attack vital parts, until one side admits defeat or is incapacitated."

Bibi Dong did not answer, but slowly raised her hand. The purplish-black soul power surged again, this time more solid and more turbulent.

Two yellow, two purple, and one black spirit rings rose from beneath her feet, slowly rotating, releasing the aura of a Spirit King without reservation.

The temperature in the entire arena seemed to drop a few degrees.

Bai Yue'er quietly observed the five spirit rings, her expression remaining calm. She didn't even summon her martial spirit; she simply took out a longsword from her storage ring.

An uproar erupted in the stands.

"Has she gone mad? She won't even activate her Martial Soul?"

"The Holy Maiden is a Five-Ring Soul King!"

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted, and her anger was reignited—this was humiliation, a blatant humiliation.

"You will pay the price for your arrogance."

Before she finished speaking, she moved.

A purple light flashed across the sand like lightning, and the second spirit ring shone brightly—Spider Web Binding!

A purplish-black energy spiderweb appeared out of thin air, carrying a viscous, corrosive aura, enveloping all of Bai Yue'er's escape routes.

However, the next second, Bai Yue'er's figure disappeared.

No, it didn't disappear; it just moved so fast that it left an afterimage in the eyes of ordinary Soul Masters.

Like a wisp of wind passing through a dense forest, she gracefully twirled through the gaps in the spider web, her silver longsword swirling in her hand, precisely severing the two most crucial strands of spider silk.

The spider web's structure collapsed instantly, scattering into countless points of light.

Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with shock. No spirit rings lit up, no spirit power fluctuations—purely physical technique? How could this be!

In the stands, an elderly scholar wearing glasses suddenly grabbed the railing and exclaimed in a low voice, "What incredible speed!"

In the arena, Bai Yue'er was already within reach.

The silver longsword sliced ​​through the air, not aiming for vital points, but precisely targeting the nodes where Bibi Dong's soul power was circulating—her wrist, elbow, and shoulder.

Every attack interrupted her soul skill channeling perfectly, and every dodge caused her prepared attacks to miss their mark.

This wasn't a crushing defeat of soul power; it was a complete superiority of technique.

Bibi Dong grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. She felt as if she were battling her own shadow, every move and stance being anticipated, dismantled, and guided in a futile direction.

Despite having a higher level of soul power, she felt as frustrated as a moth trapped in a spider web.

"Who exactly are you?" she asked through gritted teeth, and her third spirit ring finally lit up—Death Spider Web Binding!

A purplish-black poisonous mist exploded around her, releasing a deep purple poisonous spiderweb that could entangle and bind enemies. This was a wide-range attack with no room for evasion.

But Bai Yue'er still did not back down.

She closed her eyes, and her aura surged dramatically.

When she opened her eyes, something more ancient and profound seemed to awaken deep within her pale golden pupils.

The air seemed to freeze in that instant.

The purplish-black poisonous mist still lingered, and Bibi Dong's third soul skill continued to be unleashed. But just as that corrosive energy was about to engulf Bai Yue'er—

Zheng.

A clear, resonant sword cry, like the morning bell of an ancient temple, pierced through all the noise and rang in the ears of everyone present.

A silvery-white light emanated from Bai Yue'er's palm. The light was not dazzling, but its purity was breathtaking. When the light faded, a long sword was already hovering in front of her.

Bai Yue'er's martial spirit - the Broken Dust Sword.

But the appearance of this sword didn't elicit much amazement. What truly silenced the entire arena was what rose up from beneath Bai Yue'er's feet—

Purple, purple, black.

Three spirit rings, two purple and one black, without any transition or compromise, were laid bare and almost tyrannically displayed before everyone.

"This is impossible..." A Soul Master in the stands whispered in disbelief.

“The first spirit ring is a thousand years... the second spirit ring is also a thousand years... the third spirit ring... is ten thousand years…” Another elderly scholar, leaning on the railing, his hands trembling violently, pointed at Bai Yue’er.

"This contradicts all records...all theories..."

Yu Xiaogang's face completely lost its color. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no sound came out.

Those principles he held dear, such as the "Spirit Ring Compatibility Law" and the "Limited Lifespan Theory," proved as fragile as paper in the face of these three spirit rings, easily shattered by a mere poke from reality.

Bibi Dong's pupils shrank to pinpoints. She had seen geniuses before, and she herself was a genius, but what she was seeing before her eyes had already exceeded the scope of what "genius" could be defined as.

That was taboo, that was abnormal, that was proof that something... shouldn't exist in the world.

Bai Yue'er gripped the sword.

That grasp was so light, like holding a sliver of moonlight, a feather. But the moment she raised her sword—

The wind stopped.

No, it wasn't that the wind had stopped, it was that the wind dared not blow anymore. Dust hung suspended in mid-air, the light distorted around her, and the air in the entire arena seemed to solidify, heavy and suffocating.

Then, she swung her sword.

There were no fancy moves, no charging process, just a simple downward chop.

But the moment the sword fell, a silver-white "line" appeared in the air.

That wasn't sword energy, nor soul power; it was something purer and sharper—sword intent.

The thread was very thin, as thin as a hair, as thin as the first ray of dawn.

It stretched forward, quietly, slowly, yet irresistibly, passing through the pervasive purplish-black poisonous fog, through the layers of soul power barriers laid out by Bibi Dong, and finally, touched the overwhelming spider web.

There was no explosion, no loud noise.

The spider web—the tough spider web formed by Bibi Dong's third soul skill "Spider Web Binding," strong enough to trap a Soul King of the same level—split neatly and smoothly in two from the center the moment it came into contact with the silver line.

Like the sharpest blade slicing through the thinnest silk, without the slightest hesitation or strain. The two halves of the spiderweb hung limply to either side, transforming into specks of purplish-black light that dissipated into the air.

The silver line continued forward, grazing past Bibi Dong's ear, severing a few strands of her flowing purple hair, and finally crashing into the protective barrier at the edge of the arena.

The entire arena fell into dead silence.

"I would also consider myself a scholar." Bai Yue'er's voice pierced through the poisonous fog, clear and calm.

"What scholars cherish most is knowledge itself, not the empty fame attached to knowledge."

She looked toward the stands—where Yu Xiaogang, pale-faced, was trying to shrink into the crowd.

“Your talent should not be wasted on maintaining lies, Your Highness.”

Bibi Dong stood there as the poisonous fog slowly dissipated. Looking at her trembling hands and the calm eyes of her opponent, she suddenly realized that this duel had been a mistake from the very beginning.

The wind blew across the arena, raising fine sand and scattering some things that were once firmly believed.

Those in the stands who witnessed the entire event remained speechless for a long time.

Because they vaguely sensed that what happened at the Spirit Hall today was more than just a competition.

Chapter 203 Ah Yin Appears; The Curse of the Ye Family

After the farce at the Spirit Hall.

Qian Xunji also noticed Bibi Dong's problem and turned his attention to Bibi Dong's mental growth.