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As the sun rose, a streak of purple aura flashed across the sky, casting its warm rays on Zeng Yi who was sitting on the roof.
Feeling the warmth of the morning sun, Zeng Yi's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing clear and sparkling pupils that seemed to radiate light, captivating and captivating.
"Ah~"
Zeng Yi stood up and involuntarily raised his hands high, bending his waist backward and stretching with a comfortable groan.
After a night of spirit power cultivation, dawn was the time when his energy and spirit were at their peak. Zeng Yi felt doubly alert and energetic.
Twisting and stretching his body a few times, Zeng Yi leaped lightly and landed steadily on the ground of the courtyard.
"It seems like it's going to be a good day today." Zeng Yi lifted his head and looked at the rising sun, his mood seemingly quite good.
Stretching his body, Zeng Yi drew the bamboo sword at his waist and began practicing his swordsmanship.
In the courtyard, his figure moved like the wind. Every swing and slash carried immense power, and the sound of the blade tearing through the air echoed in the spacious courtyard.
Every movement, every strike, was extremely skilled and natural in Zeng Yi's hands, like an exquisite and beautiful painting that had undergone hundreds of thousands of repetitions to achieve such perfection.
The set of swordsmanship Zeng Yi was practicing consisted of only a few basic moves, simple and plain. Yes, this was the most fundamental and basic swordsmanship.
It may seem plain and unadorned, but this was the foundation of swordsmanship. No matter how powerful, splendid, or exquisite a sword technique may be, it derived from these basic techniques.
Even though Zeng Yi was already a master-level swordsman, he had long been familiar with these basic techniques to the point where he couldn't become any more familiar. He couldn't even remember how many times he had practiced them, a thousand times? Ten thousand times? Or even more?
However, Zeng Yi still persisted in practicing the basic techniques as part of his daily training routine.
Every morning, he would practice the basic techniques ten times, and in the evening, he would practice them another ten times. Except for special circumstances, Zeng Yi almost always adhered to this routine, to the point where it had become ingrained in his muscle memory.
Hoo~
After completing one round of basic swordsmanship practice, Zeng Yi glanced at the fully risen sun and exhaled a breath of exhaustion.
With a swing of his sword, an invisible wave of energy was unleashed, stirring up countless fallen leaves. Then, he sheathed his sword, the blade slowly returning to its scabbard.
"The delivery girl is a bit late today."
After finishing his practice, Zeng Yi felt a bit hungry, but unfortunately, the person who usually came to tidy up the courtyard and bring food was later than usual today.
"Well, I'll go take a bath first."
*Bam bam bam~*
A series of loud knocking sounds resounded in the courtyard. The force behind it seemed to be trying to break down the door.
"Who is it? Do you have no sense of decency? Why are you making such a racket early in the morning? Don't you let people sleep in?" Zeng Yi walked towards the courtyard gate, cursing loudly.
Zeng Yi had just finished taking a bath and was still dressed in loose bathrobe. His long black hair was still moist and hanging down vertically at his waist.
"What is it? Brother-in-law? Why do you have time to come and see your Brother-in-law this morning?" Seeing Xie Yue, Zeng Yi paused for a moment before remembering that he was Hu Liena's Brother. He greeted him with a smile.
Then, his gaze shifted to the person beside Xie Yue, Yan.
"You're the Flame Kid?" Zeng Yi pointed at Yan, looking somewhat uncertain.
Upon hearing this, Yan's emotions were instantly ignited. He had just battled with the other party a few days ago, but now, when they met again, the other party couldn't even remember his name?
Yan didn't believe that this person truly couldn't remember him. Instead, he thought that he was being mocked for being too weak, unworthy of being remembered.
As an extremely proud genius spirit master, how could he tolerate such humiliation?
In an instant, flames of anger burned in Yan's eyes. He raised his fist and aimed a punch at the face that he found repulsive.
But before he could strike, someone grabbed his wrist.
It wasn't Zeng Yi, but Xie Yue who came with him.
"What are you doing?" Yan saw this and angrily questioned Xie Yue.
Xie Yue didn't speak, he just stared coldly at Yan. After a short while, Yan wilted under Xie Yue's gaze.
Xie Yue, as a member of the Golden Generation of the Shrek Academy, was always the leader among them. Yan couldn't help but respect him. Moreover, Yan also had a liking for Hu Liena, Xie Yue's Sister. Xie Yue happened to be Hu Liena's sibling, so Yan didn't dare to disrespect him.
Zeng Yi folded his arms in front of his chest, casually leaning against the door, and looked at the two with a bored expression, seeming a bit weary.
"I have to tell you, if you're here to fight with me, I won't accompany you. I suggest you leave quickly. If you keep bothering me, I will report to the Supreme Pontiff, and you will end up in solitary confinement!"
Zeng Yi didn't mind using reporting to solve troublesome matters instead of resorting to physical confrontation.
"You!" Angered by Zeng Yi's words, Yan's temper flared up again.
"Do you have any dignity as a strong person? All you know are these petty methods? If you dare, accept my challenge like a true fighter!" Yan glared at Zeng Yi, but he also felt somewhat helpless. He had already been warned by the Supreme Pontiff once. If Zeng Yi reported him again, he would definitely be severely punished.
Zeng Yi leaned against the door, picked his ear with a finger, and lazily spoke, "Please, are you not aware that you're no match for me? Can't you have some self-awareness? Instead of bothering me at this time, why not use this time to improve your strength through cultivation?"
"By the way, Brother-in-law, what do you want with me? Do you also want to fight? Well, I'll just stand here and let you beat me up. After all, I can lay my hands on anyone else except you, right?" Zeng Yi shifted his gaze to Xie Yue standing beside Yan, no longer entangling with the troublesome guy.
Upon hearing this, Xie Yue's eyes twitched. Zeng Yi's words made him realize he couldn't retort against the Supreme Pontiff using this matter.
"Don't call me Brother-in-law!" Xie Yue took a deep breath, forcibly calming his emotions, and then stared at Zeng Yi.
But Zeng Yi still had a carefree smile on his face, "In any case, you'll have to call me that eventually, what's the difference? Do you not accept this engagement?"
Xie Yue remained silent, feeling that no matter what he said, this person always had a way of blocking him.
"I refuse to accept it!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Yan stepped forward. Zeng Yi's constant address of Xie Yue as "Brother-in-law" made it hard for him to endure. If he didn't step up now, would he still be worthy of being called a man?
Yan glared at Zeng Yi and said, "I've liked Nana for so many years, pursued her for so many years, and you, someone she has never even met before, just because of a paper engagement, ended up with her. I refuse to accept it!"
Yan raised his hand and pointed at Zeng Yi, releasing a fierce and scorching aura. The temperature in the surrounding area quickly rose. With a resolute expression, he stared at Zeng Yi. "Fight me! If I lose, I won't bother you anymore and will agree to your engagement with Nana. But if you lose, let the Supreme Pontiff cancel this engagement! Give up Nana and leave her!"
"How about it? Dare to agree?"
Zeng Yi thought this foolish statement was simply amusing. Has this person's brain been fried? How can he say such ridiculous things?
If it's really possible to do as you said, not only will I fight you once but ten times as well!
Looking at the enraged Yan, Zeng Yi felt speechless and mentally criticized him.
Zeng Yi rolled his eyes and moved his finger to the side, deflecting Yan's pointing finger, and said, "Are you out of your mind? Do you think that's possible? The engagement was established by the Supreme Pontiff. Do you think it can be canceled just because I say so?
Besides, I have no relationship with Hu Liena. Why should I use her as the stake for a spirit battle? Can you think before you speak? No wonder you haven't succeeded in pursuing her for so many years. It seems you have some issues."
Yan was left speechless by Zeng Yi's words. "I didn't say I would use Nana as a stake in the battle!"
Zeng Yi nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, you didn't. Okay, now please leave. I need to catch up on my sleep!"
"For the sake of coming to find me for this, you might as well go find the Supreme Pontiff or Hu Liena yourself. They will be much more useful than me!
If you can really make the Supreme Pontiff cancel this matter, I'll have to thank you!"
Saying that, Zeng Yi pulled the latch on the door and made a motion as if to close it and dismiss them.
"Just leave quickly. Don't disturb my sleep!"
"Brother! Yan, what are you doing here?"
A melodious voice rang out, and Zeng Yi couldn't help but poke his head out to look.
Seeing the figure approaching, Xie Yue and Yan's faces turned embarrassed.