106: Chapter 106 They only knew the madman was a womanizer, but little did they know his sword would reign supreme in the capital.

"Swish!"

The entire scene was deathly silent.

Everyone looked up at the young man in white standing in the center of ten thousand swords with a gaze as if they were looking at a god.

One move!

To be precise, he didn't even make a move; he merely released his Sword Intent.

He crushed this Daoist Disciple who had been blocking the gates of the Imperial Academy and defeating countless Prodigies, utterly and completely, as if he were bullying a dog.

"Go back and tell that old Daoist of yours."

Ye Xiu hiccuped from the alcohol and lazily tugged at his collar.

Stepping on the bluestone slabs covering the ground, he swaggered across the threshold of the Imperial Academy.

"As for the gates of this Imperial Academy, no one can seal them except for me, Ye Xiu."

"In the future, if you want to learn the sword, learn how to be a decent person first."

As Ye Xiu's incredibly unbridled figure disappeared into the depths of the Imperial Academy.

"Hum... hum... hum..."

In front of the white marble archway of the Yankang Imperial Academy, which symbolized the highest academic hall.

It was now so deathly silent that only the harsh, low humming of ten thousand long swords trembling violently on the bluestone slabs remained.

The wind stopped, the clouds scattered, and even the rising morning sun seemed to be pierced by this terrifying Sword Intent lingering between heaven and earth, dimming its light.

That steel sword prison, forcefully pieced together from ten thousand Flying Swords, Dharma swords, and ancient swords, stood abruptly and grimly in the very center of the Imperial Academy plaza.

Sunlight spilled through the gaps between the sword blades, refracting a chilling, bone-deep cold light.

And in the deepest part of the sword prison, Lin Xuan, the peerless Daoist Disciple who was once given high hopes by the entire Daoist sect and hailed as one who could "calculate all heavenly secrets and break ten thousand laws with a sword," was now pinned to the ground like a broken rag doll.

"Impossible... This is impossible..."

Lin Xuan's Daoist bun was completely disheveled, and his once spotless cyan Daoist robe was stained with mud and the blood he had spat out.

His eyes, which were once as clear and rational as precision deduction instruments, were now filled with terrifying bloodshot veins.

His pupils dilated and contracted violently, as if he had fallen into some terrifying nightmare.

"Three feet seven inches long, weighing twelve jin, the stress point at the Kan position... No, that's not right! There was no stress point! There was no trajectory!"

Ignoring the excruciating pain of his split thumb webbing, Lin Xuan neurotically used his blood-stained fingers to frantically draw Bagua diagrams and mathematical formulas on the ground, attempting to deduce the mystery behind Ye Xiu's finger strike and shout.

However, the more he calculated, the more intense the despair deep in his bones became!

He couldn't calculate it! He simply couldn't calculate it!

In Ye Xiu's Sword Intent, there was no Taiji, no Liangyi, no Four Symbols or Eight Trigrams!

There was only one thing—the purest, most primitive, most unreasonable—absolute violence and will!

"We Sword Cultivators act only according to our will... All laws must submit..."

Echoing with Ye Xiu's arrogant words that had sounded like thunder from the nine heavens, Lin Xuan finally stopped drawing on the ground in despair.

He understood.

When power and Realm formed an uncrossable dimensional chasm, those techniques, formulas, and legal principles he was so proud of were as laughable as paper toys.

In front of a true Immortal King, all those fancy tricks were not worth a casual slap from him!

"Pfft!"

The moment he realized this, Lin Xuan felt a violent, twisting pain in his chest.

He threw his head back and spat out another mouthful of blood, falling straight backward.

His eyes rolled back, and he passed out completely.

This myth of the young generation of the Daoist sect, a peerless Daoist Disciple rarely seen in a century, had his Dao Heart... completely shattered!

"Gulp..."

I don't know who it was, but in the extremely oppressive silence, they swallowed with great difficulty.

This tiny sound was like pressing a switch to break a paralysis spell.

The thousands of teachers and students in the entire Imperial Academy plaza finally came to their senses from that suffocating, extreme horror.

"My sword... My life-bound Flying Sword actually... actually betrayed me just now to worship him?!"

An elite Disciple of the Sword Academy looked at his empty scabbard.

His legs went soft, and he knelt on the ground with a "thud," shaking like a sieve.

"With a single sentence, he deprived ten thousand Sword Cultivators of the control over their weapons... This, this kind of method, even the Imperial Preceptor absolutely couldn't do it!"

"It's too terrifying... What kind of monster is he?!"

In the crowd, uncontrollable, tsunami-like sounds of panicked discussion erupted.

Before this, regarding this "Grand Guest Elder" Ye Xiu who had suddenly descended upon the Imperial Academy, countless unbearable rumors had been circulating throughout the upper circles of the Yankang Capital and even inside the Imperial Academy.

Some said he was an incredibly arrogant village bumpkin who used some unknown conspiracy to cripple a few old monsters at the Prince of Zhenbeis Manor, and thus got lucky enough to be treated as an honored guest by the Imperial Preceptor Jiang Baigui.

Even more people mocked him in secret, saying that this "Wine Sword Immortal" was actually just a lecherous bully!

Just listen to the things he has done!

As soon as he entered the capital, he arrogantly occupied the Princess Mansion bestowed by the late emperor!

Not only that, but last night he was even more absurdly carousing all night, left and right in his arms, with the Heavenly Demon Sect Saintess Si Yunxiang, the Right Protector Xue Biane, and even the Seventh Princess and the Palace Master of Liqing...

Such a "madman" who was licentious, reeked of alcohol, and acted entirely according to his whims—no matter how high his cultivation was, in the eyes of these Imperial Academy Prodigies who prided themselves on being pure and refined, emphasizing propriety, righteousness, integrity, and diligent cultivation, he was just a vulgar martial artist of low standing.

Even yesterday, when they learned that Ye Xiu was coming to the Imperial Academy to be the Grand Guest Elder, many aristocratic children had secretly colluded, preparing to give this madman who "relied on women and nepotism" a harsh lesson in class today.

But what about now?!

Who would have expected that he wouldn't make a move unless necessary, but once he did, this extremely casual sword strike, even carrying a hint of morning grumpiness, directly swept across the entire young generation of the capital!

That Daoist Disciple who had defeated dozens of instructors at the Imperial Academy and trampled the Prodigies of the Imperial Academy under his feet, didn't even last half a move in his hands before being pinned down like a dead dog!

"They said the madman was just a romantic, who knew one sword would crown the capital..."

On the outskirts of the crowd, an elderly man with white hair from the Imperial Academy, looking at the magnificent cage of ten thousand swords in great shock, trembled his lips and muttered this line of poetry that would surely be recorded in the annals of Yankang history.

This line of poetry instantly felt like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely against the hearts of every Imperial Academy Prodigy present!

They had only seen Ye Xiu's romanticism, his arrogance, and the stunning beauties by his side, but they had never thought... in this vast world of cultivation where the strong are respected.

If not for that absolute martial power that could suppress the ages and make the heavens and earth tremble, how could those arrogant, scheming, peerless demonesses and noble princesses willingly cast aside their disguises and lie obediently on his bed like the most docile kittens?!

Beauties are only for the strong!

And Ye Xiu was that person in this era—a True Immortal of the present age, who was so unreasonably strong, so strong that one couldn't even muster the courage to be jealous!