Destined Antagonist: I Refuse To Annul The Engagement!

In the blink of an eye, night fell.

In the deep sky, the bright silver moon hung high, casting a hazy moonlight from the dim sky. Under the mysterious rhythm, it gathered like a murmuring stream from all directions.

The silver light flickered, reflecting the fiery eyes of the cultivators.

Now, outside the grand platform, nearly ten thousand cultivators had gathered.

The vast majority were Independent Cultivators, with their cultivation generally at the Nascent Soul stage and below, and most of them were only at the Foundation Building stage.

The selection of the Jixia Academy ruins only targeted individuals under the age of thirty, which was already a significant limitation.

Resources were scarce for Independent Cultivators, and it was rare for them to reach the Nascent Soul stage before the age of thirty, let alone the Core Formation stage.

Fortunately, this opportunity had nothing to do with cultivation. Otherwise, Independent Cultivators wouldn't have had any business here!

Among the nearly ten thousand people, about twenty percent were disciples from various forces, such as the Pure Yang Sword Sect, the Sky-slaying Temple, the Blood Demon Sect, and the Tai Cang Holy Land, etc.

Although they were not the core disciples of the major sects, they all possessed Divine Abilities and their strength should not be underestimated. Their cultivation generally reached the Nascent Soul stage.

It was understandable that those core disciples who were known as peerless geniuses and prodigies had extremely precious time. They were all cultivating day and night, preparing for the great world battle, and might not have valued the inheritance of the Jixia Academy.

"Elder Zhao, it's almost time to start," Mr. Kui said, shaking his feather fan, to Zhao Si.

Zhao Si nodded slightly, waved his hand, and said coldly, "Begin!"

Immediately, he held up a small ancient beast sculpture in his hand. The ferocious appearance, rendered in dark ink, exuded a fierce aura.

The San Ni symbol.

"Yes!"

More than ten Zhao family experts responded respectfully, then sat cross-legged and consecutively activated formations, connecting the ancient formation of the Jixia Academy ruins with the San Ni symbol at the center.

Buzz...

The grand platform trembled slightly, and the milky white light flowed back into the heavens and earth like smooth silk.

Mysterious Dao patterns, dazzling divine symbols, and the righteous Confucian atmosphere surged out, gradually outlining the magnificent outline of the academy.

It was the Jixia Academy that flourished in ancient times!

The academy quickly solidified at a visible speed, and the majestic aura of holiness flowed in all directions, illuminating the surrounding area like daylight.

Silence.

Everyone stared at the Jixia Academy, their eyes turning red, their breathing becoming rapid, and a deep desire occupying their minds.

In the eyes of most people present, this was their only chance to defy fate!

A heavy sound of the door opening slowly rang out.

An old man with white beard, wearing Confucian robes, slowly walked out of the Jixia Academy, hunching his back.

With old and kind eyes, he scanned the crowd and revealed a faint smile.

"After ten years, time has flown by. This old master of the academy meets you all again today."

"As per tradition, after I finish reciting the classics of Confucianism and Taoism, it will be time to select those who are destined."

After speaking, the master casually sat down and began reciting the classics of Confucianism and Taoism.

There were no extraordinary visions or profound truths, just an ordinary lecture.

Everyone looked at the master, but no one was truly patient enough to listen. After all... what they wanted was inheritance, not the useless and lengthy classics of Confucianism and Taoism that the master spoke of.

Of course, they did not rush him.

The site of the Jixia Academy had been opened many times before, and some patterns were naturally well-known.

For example, the master in front of them.

He was just a virtual image, carrying out his mechanical work.

Another example was the inheritance process of the Jixia Academy site.

First, the master would recite the classics of Confucianism and Taoism for about half an hour. Then, the master would ask the crowd about their gains. The students would answer with their dullness, and the master would shake his head in disappointment, sighing, "I am guilty and unable to revitalize culture and the arts." Following that, the master would randomly select those who were destined and bestow the inheritance of the Jixia Academy.

Everyone present was already familiar with this set of procedures.

The only thing they could do now was endure the master's ramblings and wait patiently.

Of course, this kind of waiting was undoubtedly torturous.

In the royal city, at the Jiang family branch.

"Lord Jiang, the Jixia Academy site has been opened," the steward Zhang said respectfully.

Jiang Xuan opened his eyes, and a sharp Sword Intent flashed in his eyes.

After two hours of brief and focused contemplation, he unexpectedly gained a lot. His swordsmanship had advanced significantly, and he was not far from reaching the mid-stage of Sword Intent.

"It seems I still need to practice in the world," Jiang Xuan said, pulling out the Crimson Heart Sword and gently caressing its blade. He couldn't help but sigh softly.

This was just an ordinary spiritual sword. With his status, he could easily take out a pile of them from the Jiang family's warehouse.

However, through this sword and its owner, he was able to comprehend some truths, clarify his own sword path, and make progress in his swordsmanship.

This was a valuable gain.

His foundation and methods were indeed abundant, to the point where he could boast of being the only one in the Celestial Wonders Realm.

But most of it was obtained through external forces such as the Goldfinger.

In comparison, what he comprehended himself, although seemingly insignificant, was particularly solid and precious.

Picking up money is not as valuable as earning it through one's own efforts, perhaps that's the reason.

He was looking forward to the future of his swordsmanship.

Because his swordsmanship was weighty.

After entering the world, he finally understood.

Internal troubles and external threats, using killing to stop war.

His path...everyone is his enemy.

If he were to directly expose his identity, not only would the other Longevity Sects take action, even those within the Jiang family would not be able to resist.

It is said that many sects with grudges against the Jiang family have also come.

If possible, he will take the opportunity to deal with a group of them.

Tonight, Jiang Xuan's killing intent arose.

In passing, he can also make Jiang Qiankun take the blame.

What does it have to do with me, Jiang Xuan, if someone is killed?

"Understood."

"It's windy tonight, tell everyone not to go out."

After calming his mood, Jiang Xuan stood up, leaving behind a bewildering remark, and carrying his sword, he walked out of the Jiang family branch, out of the royal city, and headed towards the ruins of the Jixia Academy.

Jiang Xuan walked slowly, each step seeming heavy.

But he also walked quickly, leaping a hundred feet in one step, as if the ends of the earth were within reach.

With each step, his Sword Intent became more intense.

One step.

Sword Intent reached a zhang, the sword hummed, emitting a blood-colored sword aura, under the moonlight, it appeared cold.

Two steps.

Sword Intent reached a hundred zhang, piercing the sky, like a domain of killing, making people tremble.

Three steps.

Sword Intent reached the heavens, dividing the world, where he stood, killing intent surged, sword aura hidden in the void, intangible and formless, annihilating everything.

Four steps, five steps...

Jiang Xuan arrived at the ruins of the Jixia Academy, already returning to his original state, without revealing any sharpness.

Only his pair of sword-like eyes, bright, sharp, and indifferent.

Even the silver moon hanging high in the sky paled in comparison to these eyes.

Tens of thousands of cultivators were still staring at the master, not noticing Jiang Xuan's arrival.

Or perhaps, even if they noticed, they wouldn't care.

The Zhao family's reward for Jiang Qiankun was indeed generous, but now...they were more eager for the inheritance of the Jixia Academy.

After all, which opportunity was greater, they knew in their hearts.

Of course...many geniuses have appeared today, including those from the Longevity Sect.

This group of people came for the reward for Jiang Qiankun.

Zhao Si was hiding in the Haoran Platform. When he saw Jiang Xuan, who was disguised as Jiang Qiankun, his eyes instantly turned blood-red, and his uncontrollable killing intent surged, a terrifying aura surged and churned, even shaking the formation of the Jixia Academy ruins, trembling continuously.

Even the Jixia Academy itself trembled, as if it could collapse and dissipate at any moment.

The person who killed his grandson was right in front of him, how could he bear it?

Mr. Gui showed a helpless expression, waved his feather fan, and calmed Zhao Si's state of mind, saying in a deep voice, "Zhao elder, don't be impulsive, the big picture is important!"

"After killing Jiang Xuan, then we can kill Jiang Qiankun, it's not too late."

He didn't know why Jiang Qiankun appeared here, and he was also puzzled as to why Jiang Qiankun was so reckless, directly killing Zhao Si's grandson, causing Zhao Si to hate him to the bone, always wanting to kill him.

Is it related to the plan of the Holy Lord?

He could only guess like this.

But he still wanted to use Zhao Si and the others to ambush and kill Jiang Xuan, so there wasn't much he could do now, he could only reluctantly stop Zhao Si from taking action.

After killing Jiang Xuan, everything would naturally become simpler.

If Zhao Si still didn't know what was good for him at that time, he wouldn't feel any psychological burden even if he turned against him. After all, they were originally in a mutually beneficial relationship.

The blood color in Zhao Si's eyes faded away, and he finally came to his senses, calmly nodding, "Mr. Gui, rest assured, I know the priorities."

Jiang Qiankun must die, but today's top priority is Jiang Xuan!

No matter how you look at it, Jiang Xuan is the nominal young patriarch of the Jiang family. If he can capture Jiang Xuan and use him as leverage, he will definitely be able to obtain the divine symbol in the hands of the Jiang family.

Then, he can exchange it with the Longevity King family for the third divine symbol.

The core inheritance of the Jixia Academy will then belong to their Zhao family!

He was angry at his grandson's death, but he was also an elder of the Zhao family, and he should prioritize the interests of the Zhao family.

Moreover...after capturing Jiang Xuan, Jiang Qiankun will also die by his hands.

It's just letting Jiang Qiankun live a little longer.

He can wait for this little bit of time!

And at this moment, Jiang Xuan made a move.

With the Red Heart Sword in his hand, he slashed out a thousand zhang sword aura, descending from the sky, and between the Jixia Academy and the tens of thousands of cultivators, it created a deep and profound ravine.

Jiang Xuan took a step forward.

Standing in front of the master, with his back to the master, facing the crowd of cultivators, he lightly wiped the Red Heart Sword in his hand.

His tone was calm, but there was an unquestionable dominance.

"I advise you all to leave this place."

"After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, within a radius of ten li, I will kill one person."

Today, he had already decided to obtain the inheritance of the Jixia Academy.

With enemies all around, Jiang Xuan naturally couldn't let these people stay here waiting for opportunities.

He wanted to sever their opportunities and seize them for himself.