Wang Li and Wang Xiang drew their swords, their swordsmanship was swift, accurate, and ruthless.

  Su Dao Xing clapped his palms together and sent a flurry of knife lights flying, then retreated backwards, grabbing two iron grinding discs as he went.

  Ding Dong!

  Su Dao Xing swung two iron grinding discs to block a series of knife lights, using the weight of the grinding discs to counteract the sharpness of the curved knives.

  "Hmph!" Wang Li let out a cold snort, leapt into the air, and with his curved knife transformed into a streak of light, fiercely struck an iron millstone.

  Bang!

  Wang Li's knife chopped down with great force and power, directly splitting open one of the iron grinding discs in Su Dao Xing's hand.

  "Go!"

  Wang Li was left hanging in mid-air, becoming the target of Su Dao Xing's attack. Su Dao Xing poured his blood energy into an iron grinding disc and hurled it at Wang Li in the empty air.

  Su Dao Xing's punch was straightforward, without any fancy moves, swift as lightning. In the moment that Wang Li was shocked, it had already landed on his chest.

  "Abominable!" Wang Li spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest caved in, and his body fell from the air.

  As he watched his own brother being struck and vomiting blood, Wang's face turned dark and terrifying. His body moved like a ghost to the back of Su Dao Xing, and his curved knife also fell silently on Su Dao Xing's back like a ghost.

  A surprising scene appeared.

  Wang Xiang's ghostly figure slashed a knife on Su Dao Xing's back, but surprisingly not even a single drop of blood was spilled, only his clothes were torn apart, leaving a shallow bloody mark on Su Dao Xing's back.

  "Could it be that Su Dao Xing's back is made of turtle shell, even the Six Ding Wu Wang couldn't withstand this one slash." Peng Yun Shuang's eyes gleamed with an unusual light, looking at Su Dao Xing as if he had seen a treasure, "In the future, when there's an opportunity, I must bring Su Dao Xing to the Peng City Society, then I can thoroughly study what kind of martial art he has cultivated, that he could actually use his back to block Wang Xiang's slash."

  Most astonishing was Wang Xiang, who even suspected that his knife didn't have any power, swinging the curved blade towards Su Dao's weak point.

  Su Dao Xing clapped his hands on the curved knife, causing it to vibrate incessantly.

  Su Dao Xing absorbed the power from the Holy Temple, one to refine his physical body and the other to increase his wisdom. His physical body had been refined to the point where even if the Seven Martial Kings were to attack him, they might not be able to break through his defenses.

  Su Dao Xing found a flaw in Wang Xiang's defense and swung his iron grinding disc, directly knocking Wang Xiang flying out.

  Su Dao Xing defeated two opponents with one move, achieving a complete victory and standing triumphantly in place.

  Zhu Wenchang and Guo Huairan, who were shocked by the duel outside and came out of the house to watch, looked at Su Daowu with a completely different gaze. To them, Su Daowu was a strong man who made people look up to him.

  Wang Li and Wang Xiang were injured and retreated behind Peng Yun Shuang, their faces ashen.

  Peng Yunxiu sank into thought for a moment, then took a step forward and said, "Su junior brother, how about this? Let's exchange a few moves between us."

  "Sister, you're the Eighth Rank Martial King, and you're using your full strength against me, a newly-minted Fifth Rank Martial King. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by others for bullying someone weaker than you?" Su Dao Xing sensed a dangerous aura emanating from Peng Yun Shuang's body.

  The Eighth Master of the Wu Clan was three realms apart from the Fifth Master of the Wu Clan. Peng Yunxiang and Su Daoming had exchanged blows, but in reality, it was Peng Yunxiang who had beaten up Su Daoming. Even if Su Daoming's skin was thick and his flesh was tough, he would still be injured under Peng Yunxiang's hands.

  Su Dao Xing absolutely did not want to give Peng Yun Shang a chance to tie him up.

  "Sister, don't mind the rumors outside. This matter is settled happily like this. Sister will only make three moves, and after three moves, sister will leave with the people from Peng City Society. You continue to cultivate." Peng Yunxiang slowly clapped her palm forward.

  That one palm was incredibly slow, like slow motion.

  "Director Peng has just used a move from the Peng family's boxing style." The members of Peng City Society said in hushed tones.

  Su Dao Xing faced Peng Yun Ruo's palm, feeling an unavoidable sense of doom. He steeled himself and charged forward to meet the palm head-on, intending to use his robust body to withstand the attack.

  Boom!

  Peng Yun's palm sent Su Dao Waking flying, crashing into a large tree in another courtyard, and the tree almost broke.

  "Not bad! You've caught up with Senior Sister's first move." Peng Yunxiang applauded towards Su Daoming.

  "The second move!" Peng Yun's fist slowly struck out.

  Peng Family Fist!

  Peng Yunshang is getting serious now.

  Su Dao Xing retreated after dawn, and no matter where he moved, Peng Yun Shuang's fist would strike wherever he went.

  "Idiot, with Peng Family Fist's first move, immediately lock down the opponent, can't avoid." Peng Yu muttered to himself.

  Boom!

  Peng Yunshang's punch sent Su Daoming crashing into the courtyard wall, shattering one side of the wall of another courtyard.

  This is a thorough thrashing!

  Eight Trigrams Boxing King beats Five Trigrams Boxing King!

  Fortunately, Su Dao Xing's physical body was extremely strong, and even the Seven Coffin Martial King couldn't break through his defense. So far, he hadn't fainted yet and could still take Peng Yun Shuang's third move.

  Peng Yun's heart was also turbulent, she hadn't expected Su Dao Xing to take two moves, a cold smile flowed from the corner of her mouth, and she struck.

  The third move!

  The third move is much simpler compared to the first two moves.

  Peng Yun's double-handed shot of blood gas clamped down on Su Dao Xing like a pair of pincers.

  Su Dao Xing's resistance was completely ineffective, and he was thoroughly subdued, with the sound of bones cracking coming from his body.

  Peng Yunshang is this for Peng Chengshe's Peng Yu, Wang Li, and Wang Xiang to vent.

  At this moment, Su Dao Xing couldn't help but envy Su Dao Lin. His own cousin was able to defeat the Eight-armed Wu Wang of the Hua Qing Fu, while he himself was defeated by the Eight-armed Wu Wang. How pitiful!

  "One day, I will become the Eight Trigrams Martial King. The first person I'll defeat is you, Peng Yunxiang, and only then will it be Su Daolin's turn." Su Dawei silently vowed in his heart.

  Peng Yunshang didn't want things to go too far, so she let Su Daoxian go and left the other courtyard with the members of Pengcheng Society.

  Su Dao Xing fell to the ground, but the chill of the earth was nothing compared to the coldness in his heart. The pain on his body was nothing compared to the greater pain within his heart.

  Zhu Wenchang picked up Su Daowu, who had a broken bone, and put him on the bed in his room. He said to Guo Huairan: "Huairan, from now on you have to bring two portions of rice for each meal, one for Song Wu and one for Su Daowu."

  "Hmm!" Guo Huairan nodded.

  Su Dao Xing lay in bed, his fracture was expected to heal in ten days, during which he had to stay in the house like Song Wu without moving.

  Time passed slowly, and soon ten days had gone by.

  Su Dao woke up and recovered, he became more taciturn, he expressed his gratitude to Guo Huairén who had been bringing him food all along, made amends with Song Wuhua, and then trained as usual, only that he trained even more diligently.

  In mid-September, all students of Huqing Academy officially started classes. They have four days a week to study eight main subjects, one day for supplementary courses and two days for free learning.

  The main courses of Huqing Fu include swordsmanship, knife skills, archery, fist techniques, palm techniques, qin (zither) playing, chess, calligraphy, painting, demonology, astrology, astronomy, and so on.

  Students must major in one main course, with each main course consisting of eight subjects, except for Sudao Xing's study of demonology.

  Huqing Mansion had no one to teach the ghost gods, everything relied on Su Daowei's own comprehension, so usually when students were in class learning, Su Daowei could arrange his own time freely.

  Su Dao Xing practiced day and night until he received a notice from the Academy that every student had to choose an elective course, at which point he chose to take a course in meditation.

  The class on meditation was held in a separate courtyard, and the teacher was Mu Qingyu, a woman with both beauty and talent, who had been one of the most outstanding students at Huaclear Academy and later became a resident instructor there, responsible for teaching students meditation.

  Su Dao woke up and arrived at the meditation classroom in another courtyard, where he saw white square mats laid out inside. The students arrived one after another, chose a mat, and sat cross-legged on it.

  Mù Qīngyǔ came to the front of the students, sat down on a mat in front, holding a wooden stick, and struck a small four-sided cauldron in front of him. He said softly: "The meditation class has begun, empty yourself, follow the teacher's striking sound into meditation. The cauldron will ring 100 times, those who enter meditation will continue to meditate, those who do not enter meditation will leave."

  Ding!

  The first drumbeat resounded in all directions.

  Su Dao Xing closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the bell, his mind became clear and refreshed.

  Ding! Ding!

  Su Dao Xing gradually entered a profound state, after the sound of a hundred drums, he slowly opened his eyes and found himself transformed into the statue of the sacred temple on Mount Wuyi's Ling Peak.

  He can see everything within the Spirit Peak, with all details presented before him, as if he is using a heavenly perspective to look down on all living things.

  Mu Qingyu's Ding sound unexpectedly allowed Su Dao Xing and the Sheng Temple's god statue to establish a direct connection.

  Su Dao Xing began to use the power of the ferrying spirits to temper his physical body, increasing his wisdom. He didn't exit that mystical state until Mu Qing Yu announced the end of the meditation class, and his consciousness retreated from the statue, retreating from the holy temple.

  Everything is so magical, so mysterious.

  Su Dao Xing began a two-point life, either cultivating in the other courtyard or attending classes on meditation. While others treated meditation as an elective course, he treated it as his main course. As long as the meditation class was open, he would come to attend regardless of wind and rain.

  A month has passed.

  On this day, Su Dao woke up from his meditation to find that his body had become lighter, and the sixth shackle on his body was broken. He broke through the sixth shackle and became the Sixth Shackle Martial King.

  In just a few months, he rose from fifth dan to sixth dan, and even the most brilliant geniuses in history have not surpassed this promotion speed.

  Su Dao Xing knew the principle that a tree standing out in the forest would be felled by the wind. He didn't tell anyone about his promotion to Sixth Grade Wu Wang, but silently felt the changes it brought him. His senses had expanded several times over, with his vision, hearing and sense of smell increasing more than tenfold.

  Su Dao Xing continued to attend the meditation class, ignoring others' gazes. Except for reporting his daily progress to Mu Yu, he didn't even interact with other students who were also meditating. He solely focused on using meditation to enter the divine statues within the Wai Shan Ling Feng Sheng Temple, tempering his physical body and increasing his enlightenment.

  Time flies, another month has passed.

  On this day, Su Dao Xing was still in deep thought during his meditation class, using the power of the sacred temple's statue to temper his physical body and increase his enlightenment.

  Bang!

  A crisp sound that only Su Dao Xing could hear came from his body, which was the sound of the shackles on his body being broken. Su Dao Xing had actually broken the shackles on his body twice in more than two months, and such progress was simply unbelievable.