Su Dao Xing, Zhu Wen Chang, and Guo Huai Ren were practicing in another courtyard, while Song Wu was recovering from a fracture in his room.

  Buzz!

  The sound of a flying sword's vibration rose, and a flying sword shot from outside into a large tree in another courtyard, with a challenge letter attached to the sword.

  "A challenge letter!" Zhu Wenchang leaped up, took down the flying sword, glanced at the challenge letter and handed it to Su Daowei, "It's a challenge letter from someone in Pengcheng Society for you."

  Inside the Huqing Palace, students are allowed to establish their own clubs. These clubs are just small groups formed by students with common interests. For example, Wang Chao, who is skilled in boxing, established the Super Fist Club, while Luo Songjian established the Shadow Leg Club. These clubs rent a separate courtyard within the palace for convenient communication among members.

  Of course, renting a separate courtyard in a high-end school like Huqing Academy requires strength. Ordinary students can't afford it at all. Only those aristocratic families and imperial clans have the strength to rent a separate courtyard.

  Peng City is a historic city of the Eastern Earth Imperial Dynasty, where saints like Peng Jia Lao Zu once appeared. It is also a sacred city, and the Peng family in Peng City is the bloodline passed down by the saints, controlling Peng City for thousands of years.

  Peng Yunshang was a key figure in the Peng family's cultivation of young talent, and with the support of the Peng family, she rented out a separate courtyard to establish the Peng Cheng Society, attracting many young people from Peng City to join.

  Su Dao Xing was drunk and awakened by the ghostly doctrine of Gui Sheng, but he wasn't a student who didn't hear anything outside his window. He had heard of Peng Cheng Society, only he hadn't thought that someone from Peng Cheng Society would challenge him. Holding the challenge letter, he felt extremely helpless: "The students of Peng Cheng Society don't dare to directly challenge Su Dao Lin, instead they come to challenge me, are they thinking of picking a soft persimmon, taking me as a soft persimmon?"

  The doorbell rang.

  Guo Huairén opened the door of the other courtyard.

  People from Pengcheng Society have arrived.

  When the first person appeared, it was precisely Peng Yunshang, who had an elegant and refined demeanor, with five students standing behind her, all of whom looked like tough characters.

  "Director Peng." Su Daoxing bowed to Peng Yunxiang, surprisingly not being stunned speechless by her breathtaking beauty.

  "What a genius!" Peng Yun's eyes sparkled as she gazed at Su Dao Xing.

  "This is your flying sword." Zhu Wenchang handed over the flying sword that had shot into the courtyard to a green-shirted young man with both hands.

  The young man in green was Peng Yu of the Pengcheng Society. He was skilled in swordsmanship, and his eighteen flying swords at his waist were somewhat famous in Huaclear Prefecture.

  Zhu Wenchang practiced swordsmanship and naturally recognized Peng Yu. He had great admiration for Peng Yu, and upon seeing the real person, his expression was slightly agitated.

  Peng Yu took over the flying sword and thanked Zhu Wen Chang.

  "It's said that the Su family has produced two outstanding individuals: one is Su Daolin, the young master who shocked the Eastern lands, and the other is Su Daoxing, the ghostly genius who dares to study the occult. Su Daolin's abilities have already been revealed in his battles with Wang Chao and Luo Songtong, but Su Daoxing's abilities remain a mystery. Today, the members of the Peng City Society also want to witness Su Daoxing's abilities, so please don't hesitate to enlighten us." Peng Yunxiang was a woman who had seen her fair share of grand events, and her words were impeccable.

  Su Dao Xing probably wouldn't believe Peng Yun Shuang's words, he knew that Peng Yun Shuang thought Su Dao Lin and Su Dao Xing practiced the same Su family techniques, and wanted to find out Su Dao Lin's weakness through Su Dao Xing.

  Su Dao Xing's expression was calm and composed as he sneered, "Is Director Peng the Eighth Rank Martial King trying to test my abilities as a Fourth Rank Martial King?"

  Peng Yunxiang's face flushed slightly, but quickly returned to normal as she said: "In our club, Peng Yu is the Five Elements Martial King. Let him go first and have a friendly match with Dao Xing Gongzi. Don't worry, he won't hurt you."

  "It's hard to say who hurt whom." Su Dao Xing naturally couldn't weaken his own momentum and coldly said.

  "Please!" Peng Yu patted his waist and a flying sword appeared in his hand.

  The flying sword was only as long as a finger, shining with cold light, extremely sharp.

  "Please!"

  Su Dao Xing put down the two iron grinding discs and stared at Peng Yu's hand.

  Whoosh!

  Peng Yu's hand moved slightly, and before he could even complete the motion of raising it, the flying sword transformed into a cold light that shot out.

  Su Dao Xing subconsciously dodged, the flying sword shot past his neck by a hair's breadth, cutting off a strand of his hair.

  Su Dao woke up with a start and broke out in a cold sweat.

  Peng Yu's sword-drawing action was actually a feint, his hand moved and the flying sword had already been shot out, and he even deliberately made an upward motion to confuse his opponent, truly a formidable swordsman.

  Zhu Wenchang read with great relish and gained a lot from it.

  "You actually managed to dodge my flying sword, you're barely worthy of being my opponent." Peng Yu pointed at Su Dao Xing with an arrogant tone, "My first sword cut off a strand of your hair, the second one might cut off your head, are you afraid?"

  "Bring it on!" The mud man still had a bit of a fiery temper, let alone Su Dao Xing. He made a provocative gesture towards Peng Yu with extreme rudeness.

  "Seeking death!" Peng Yu slapped his waist and casually shot out three flying swords.

  The flying sword flew out in the shape of a product, and two swords left two blood marks on Su Dao Xing's shoulders. One sword directly shot through Su Dao Xing's waistband.

  "Not even a belt can protect you, how weak!" Peng Yu sneered with a smile.

  Su Dao Xing's waistband slipped down from his waist, and his long shirt fluttered in the wind.

  Su Dao Xing's face was extremely unsightly, he couldn't see the trajectory of the flying sword at all. He knew that he was still only a 4th-grade Wu Wang and his perception couldn't compare to a 5th-grade Wu Wang. Trying to dodge Peng Yu's flying sword within the realm of a 5th-grade Wu Wang was even more difficult.

  "It seems that I can only use the power of the Holy Temple to break the fifth lock on my body, so that I can see the trajectory of Peng Yu's flying sword." Su Dao Xing thought in his heart, and immediately drew symbols with both hands in the air, muttering to himself.

  Ghostly brush strokes?

  Peng Yunshang, Peng Yu and others saw Su Daoxing's movements for the first time, but they didn't expect that halfway through the duel, Su Daoxing would suddenly go crazy like a ghost drawing talismans.

  "Worthy of being a genius, he even studies the theory of ghosts and gods during the duel, truly a model for our generation." Peng Yu never misses any opportunity to humiliate his opponent.

  Su Dao Xing had already entered a state of communication with the Holy Temple, and in his mind, the Holy Temple on Mount Wei Shan's Wailing Peak appeared. In a daze, he merged with the god statue inside the temple, absorbing wave after wave of spiritual energy transformed from the spirits that the temple had guided into his body.

  "Haha!"

  The people of Peng City burst out laughing at Su Dao Xing, even Zhu Wen Chang and Guo Huai Ren were so ashamed that they wanted to flee back into the house.

  In an instant, the people of Peng City Society couldn't laugh anymore. They sensed the change that had occurred in Su Dao Xing's body. The Su Dao Xing before their eyes seemed to have transformed into a god Buddha in a sacred temple, holy, solemn and emitting a powerful aura.

  "It's really strange, I now feel that Su Dao Xing is the same as when I saw my grandfather's statue in the Peng ancestral temple." Peng Yun Shang furrowed her eyebrows and fell into deep thought.

  Peng Yu looked at Su Dao Xing and felt that Su Dao Xing had transformed into an invincible god, but this was just a feeling. However, it still affected his mood. He immediately closed his eyes, not daring to look at Su Dao Xing again. With a casual pat on his waist, he shot out a flying sword straight for Su Dao Xing's throat based on his intuition.

  At the moment when Peng Yu shot out the flying sword, Su Dao Xing broke the fifth shackle on his body, cutting off his connection with the Holy Temple. Suddenly, he was clear-headed and his senses were heightened by more than tenfold.

  Su Dao woke up and hadn't had time to rejoice over his promotion to a small boundary when he sensed Peng Yu's flying sword shooting towards him. Unlike before, he could now sense the trajectory of the flying sword. With both hands clapping together, he accurately slapped the sword body, and at this moment, the sword tip was only two inches away from his throat.

  "What a close call!" Su Dao Xing took in a breath of cold air, increased the strength in his hands and slapped away the power on the flying sword, turning it into an ordinary flying sword.

  "Huh! He can actually see through the trajectory of my flying sword." Peng Yu's face turned ugly, earlier in his eyes was still a small insignificant existence that had actually withstood his sword, making him lose all face.

  Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

  Peng Yu shot out sword after sword, these flying swords were shot out with his strongest power, and the angle of shooting was the most tricky angle he could do.

  But the result was not what Peng Yu had expected.

  Su Dao Xing had a flying sword in his mouth and grasped thirteen flying swords with both hands, sneering at Peng Yu.

  Peng Yu's lungs were about to burst from rage, he couldn't bear the existence of a small insignificant insect mocking him. He slapped his waist, only to discover that the flying sword at his waist had been used up. Instantly, his face turned dark and terrifying.

  "It's impolite not to return a visit!" Su Dao Xing let out a muffled voice, his hands flicking out the flying sword, causing it to shoot back.

  Peng Yu dared not be careless and used his body technique to dodge those flying swords.

  Pfft!

  Su Dao Xing shot out the last flying sword too quickly, exceeding Peng Yu's perception, and shot it into Peng Yu's chest. Since the flying sword was shot in reverse, the hilt slammed Peng Yu to the ground. If the sword tip had stabbed Peng Yu's chest, Peng Yu would likely have lost half his life even if he didn't die.

  "Thank you for sparing my life, Master Su." Peng Yunxiang bowed her head in gratitude towards Su Daoxing.

  "Yunxiang sister, I can still fight. Without the flying sword, I'll use my fists to beat this little insect to death." Peng Yu ferociously pounced on Su Dao Xing.

  "Aren't you ashamed enough?" Peng Yun's figure moved, and he came to Peng Yu's side, holding back Peng Yu's forward momentum with one hand, and took him aside.

  Peng Yu Ke did not dare to confront Peng Yun Shang, and could only stand by with a belly full of resentment.

  "Wang Li (Wang Xiang) requests the ghost's instruction!"

  A pair of twin brothers from Peng City walked out and bowed to Su Dao Xing.

  Wang Li held a curved knife in the shape of a crescent moon in his left hand, and Wang Xiang held a curved knife in the shape of a crescent moon in his right hand, but the two curved knives were curved in opposite directions.

  Su Dao Xing took a glance and knew that Wang Li and Wang Xiang's knife techniques were a complete set of knife techniques, the two knife techniques complemented each other, it must be the knife technique passed down from Peng Jia Lao Zu, that sage.

  Peng Jia Lao Zu's two martial arts skills once shocked the mainland, one was boxing and the other was knife technique. One of his knife techniques is to hold a curved knife in each hand for left and right attacks.

  "Please!"

  Su Dao Xing broke the fifth lock, and was about to test his increased strength. Instead, he hoped to engage in a battle with the twin brothers, making them his whetstone.