Taiyi Dao Fruit

"Yin Talisman Seven Skills·Real Intent Technique Python."

Jiang Li clenched his fingers, quickly reconstructing the Mo Wu Battle Box into an Ink Snake. It twisted, carrying his intention towards the sword light flying towards him.

When the two met, the Ink Snake spiraled, but under Luo Yi's control, the sword light maneuvered through gaps like a swift flying swallow, aiming straight for Jiang Li.

The Sword Cultivation Dao Fruit's "Sword Heart Clarity" allowed Luo Yi and his flying sword to act as one, moving as he intended. Compared to Jiang Li's "Real Intent Technique Python," which might have been magical, it was still driven by an external force and was not as free as the flying sword.

However, just as the sword light was about to penetrate the Ink Snake, within those tiny gaps, a barrage of Fire Thunder Talismans suddenly flew out.

Jiang Li, multitasking, drove both the Ink Snake and controlled the Fire Thunder Talismans. The talismans enveloped the sword light and, in an instant, flames erupted, and a thunderous boom sounded.

"Boom!"

The flying sword was blasted away, while Jiang Li swiftly closed in like a startled swan, and an invisible power emerged once again.

"Bang!"

Luo Yi was protected from the direct hit by a surge of Red Cloud Mist, his body surrounded by clouds and mist—a protective technique he had preemptively used, blocking the dishonorable sneak attack.

Learning from the past, knowing of Jiang Li's deceitfulness, Luo Yi naturally had measures against these treacherous moves.

Protected by "Red Cloud Mist," and after the flying sword stabilized several meters out, it shot forth again.

In offense and defense, with an advantage in realm, Luo Yi wore a stern expression. He forcefully operated the protective mist, encircled by dense layers of beautiful red clouds while propelling the flying sword towards the back of Jiang Li's neck.

As long as he didn't fall for dirty tricks and kept his composure from Jiang Li's "battle your mother" distraction, he still had a great chance of winning.

He himself was also from a noble family, very well-supported, and backed up by the Jiang family, thus firmly believing he wouldn't be defeated by someone of a lower rank.

However…

Jiang Li, charging forth, appeared in gleaming white, like a crystal god statue, exuding a godlike majesty. The Red Cloud Mist reflected on him, flowing with red light, giving Luo Yi a sense of inevitable defeat.

"Divine Farmer's appearance!"

Luo Yi was shocked.

Jiang Li acted like a clear mirror, reflecting the trajectory of the Red Cloud Mist. He could discern all changes in its Qi Mechanism with clarity. His sword tip, slantingly slicing into the mist, moved like a snake, swiftly dissecting it.

At that moment, the flying sword attacked but was blocked by an emerging golden light.

The concentrated True Qi activated the Six Ding and Six Jia Protection Talisman, elevating its protective ability to the Eighth Rank. Momentarily, twelve silhouettes flickered in and out, entering Jiang Li's body.

Six Ding and Six Jia protected life, fate, body, form, soul, and spirit, making it difficult for the flying sword to cause any harm.

Luo Yi hastily urged his True Qi, bursting forth a gale, intending to forcefully break through Jiang Li. But as his Qi Mechanism fluctuated, Jiang Li anticipated it prophetically.

Countless data scrolled rapidly over the Karma Collection. Jiang Li was recreating the state he had experienced during his previous enlightenment on his body.

His sword struck Luo Yi before the True Qi could stabilize, the delayed action taking precedence.

The sword, transformed from the Mo Wu Battle Box, was unusually sharp, slicing through Luo Yi's Red Robe, cutting the inner armor beneath, severing the shoulder meridians, and causing the freshly circulated True Qi to leak out, leaving Luo Yi's Qi Mechanism in disarray.

But he hadn't given up yet.

The flying sword swiftly circled to the front of Jiang Li, ready to protect Luo Yi.

Yet Jiang Li saw through everything around him as if observing fire, his mind as clear as a mirror, reflecting the trajectory of the flying sword, the fluctuations of Qi Mechanism, even the reactions of bodily muscles, while the predictive ability of Louguan Swordsmanship sorted everything, calculating the optimal outcome.

Jiang Li maneuvered his sword like flying, intercepting the flying sword, cutting the meridians, causing the flying sword to be repeatedly struck down while Luo Yi's body became continuously marked by sword wounds, and his meridians were in utter disarray.

Seven consecutive strikes, each sword predicting the enemy's moves, striking later but arriving first, leaving Luo Yi with no moves to make and no skills to employ.

Ultimately, Luo Yi staggered to the ground, his body drenched in blood, and the blue flying sword clanged to the ground.

"Hum—"

The cold sword tip stopped right in front of Luo Yi's face, Jiang Li looking down from a superior position at this enemy who once posed a lethal threat to him, his god-demon-like authority and killing intent crazily crushing Luo Yi's spirit.

It was said to be an instant, without any delay, in this battle of grades, the victory or defeat was already decided.

"Divine Farmer's appearance!" Luo Yi stared intensely at Jiang Li, gritting his teeth, "How unjust our ancestor is! To let you, a traitor of our clan, cultivate the Divine Farmer's appearance. If not for that, how could I lose to you?"

"It's not that the ancestor is unjust, but you all pushed me to this path," Jiang Li said indifferently. "As for the traitor... when one day I replace the main family, then you tell me, who is the real traitor?"

It's merely a matter of victors and vanquished.

"Just with you?" Luo Yi couldn't help but mock, "Do you think by defeating a minor pawn like me, you can win against the young master?"

"In my eyes, your young master is nothing more than a rat that shuns the light."

Jiang Li gazed down at the loser, observing all his reactions, "Jiang Zhuyun, he has taken the identity of a certain Inner Sect Disciple, now at the Seventh Grade, correct?"

As soon as these words were spoken, a barely noticeable change occurred in Luo Yi's pupils, and his heartbeat began to quicken.

"It seems I guessed right."

Jiang Li revealed a slight smile. "He harbors the Divine Fruit, right? Because only with it could one be promoted to Seventh Grade within three years."

The heartbeat continued to quicken. He was right again.

"The Divine Fruits of the Dinghu Sect are somewhat monotonous; Ninth Grade is the Heavenly Soldier, Eighth Grade is Merit, and the Merit is the patrolling deity. As far as I know, the method to derive this Fruit is to patrol a certain area..."

The heartbeat grew even more intense.

Jiang Li was slowly tearing apart the mysterious veil of Jiang Zhuyun.

Typically, when Dinghu Sect disciples merge with the Merit, they patrol around Dinghu, benefiting both the Sect and merging with the Dao Fruit, killing two birds with one stone. If the elders of the Sect notice them because of this, then it's even better.

Jiang Li only needed to investigate whether there was a disciple whose derivation process was exceptionally long, or who had been promoted to Seventh Grade but was still patrolling, to gradually refine the suspects and locate Jiang Zhuyun.

The presence of Jiang Zhuyun was not difficult to find.

This method was not as swift as directly asking the Sect elders, but when Jiang Li pointed out this method, the pressure it put on Luo Yi immediately climbed to its peak.

Not afraid of the Sect elders' assistance, but fearful of Jiang Li's extraordinary ability.

If it were only the former, Jiang Zhuyun might still have a chance of winning, but adding the latter, Luo Yi could only see darkness ahead.

"And those disciples who conceal their identities, their branches are close to the Divine Capital, aren't they?"

Jiang Li continued to probe, using Luo Yi's reactions to confirm his guesses.

And Luo Yi, he also realized Jiang Li's intentions.

"Stop talking!"

He let out a piercing scream, suddenly straightening his body, letting the sword tip pierce through his throat.