Chapter 133 — Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor Art
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This was hardly surprising: the Imperial Academy itself was founded at the heart of a confluence of nine dragon veins, where the nine-dragon qi was incomparably dense, and the second prince, by his imperial birth, cultivated by borrowing dragon qi as his birthright. If the Imperial Academy was a holy land to others, it was a holy land within a holy land to him; gathering dragon qi there for cultivation reaped twice the results for half the effort!
His primal qi was vast and abundant, and unleashing such overbearing spells cost him not a trace of depletion—this was precisely the excellence of the Nine Dragon Emperor Skill. Shen Mu watched for a moment and said, "Little sister, your second brother is about to lose.
" Ling Yuxiu's heart trembled, and in that instant the duel in midair was already over. The second prince, Ling Yushu, had met Daozi Lin Xuan's counterattack—the Daozi had unleashed his own spells, matching spell against spell, and the Daoist sect's divine spellcraft was in no way outdone by the Nine Dragon Emperor Skill! At the same moment, the whisk flew from Daozi Lin Xuan's hand; the strands suddenly spread, swelling into slender swords that spun and slashed, madly striking at Ling Yushu. Ling Yushu parried with his dragon sword, but could not hold off so many slender blades—in the blink of an eye he was cut in several places and had no choice but to land and concede.
Ling Yushu's defeat shook the Imperial Academy profoundly. After all, he was the imperial second prince, supremely talented in his own right, and with the deliberate nurturing of the Academy and the royal house alike, he was one of the foremost figures in the entire Academy!
Now that even he had been defeated by Daozi Lin Xuan, the Academy could scarcely find anyone left to stand against this Daozi!
Yue Qinghong looked at Shen Mu and said, "Hey, Mr. Fifty-Fifty, our Imperial Academy has been gate-blocked. Why aren't you going up?
" Shen Mu was puzzled: "And why should I? " Yue Qinghong gave a snort, goading him: "Didn't you say that against this Daozi your chances were fifty-fifty? " Shen Mu shook his head: "I have only just become a student of the Imperial Academy.
I have listened to one lecture in Hanguang Hall and learned none of the Academy's martial arts. Even if I won, what would it amount to? It could not be counted as the Academy's skill.
What is more, I am an outcast of the wastelands; you all wanted to drive me away at first, and now you want me to step forward for the Academy—does such a fine bargain exist?
" Yue Qinghong was speechless with exasperation.
Monk Yun Que said, "But you are a disciple of my Imperial Academy!
When the Academy is in trouble, how can you refuse to help?
" Shen Mu smiled: "Has the Imperial Academy really never produced a genius who can match this Daozi in all these years? And have the disciples of Imperial Preceptor Jingping not yet shown themselves? Imperial Preceptor Jingping is the foremost man in the world; his disciples are surely remarkable. With his disciples present, why should I presume to take their place?
" The hearts of the crowd stirred, and a glimmer of hope rose anew.
Imperial Preceptor Jingping was hailed as the first man beneath the gods, and every one of his disciples was exceedingly accomplished—if a disciple of his were to come, perhaps he could defeat this Daozi of the Daoist sect!
Ling Yuxiu frowned faintly and murmured, "But the disciples of Imperial Preceptor Jingping are not students of the Imperial Academy. . .
" Even as they spoke, several more Academy students stepped forward, and without exception every one was defeated. Some even plotted a rotation battle, hoping to exhaust Daozi Lin Xuan's primal qi without giving him time to rest, but the scheme was too foul, and before long the Directorate of Education came to put a stop to it.