Invincible Little School Doctor Chapter 2561: Little Madman Baili Chan

At the entrance to the Sword Mountain World, a disheveled figure rolled and crawled out.

“What happened?” asked the two Middle Level God Lords guarding the entrance urgently.

“Quickly inform the Eldest Elder, Young Master Feng and Young Master Zhu have been killed!” the distressed cultivator hurriedly said.

“What, who dares to be so bold?”

The two God Lords immediately became furious and prepared to enter Sword Mountain to apprehend the culprit.

The Baili Family did not prohibit internal fights among cultivators in the Sword Mountain World, but it was explicitly forbidden to harm lives.

Moreover, those killed were the Eldest Elder’s two sons, this couldn’t be overlooked.

“It was that brat who went in with Miss Lianqin!” the distressed cultivator did not hide the information.

Sss~

The two God Lords gasped in shock.

Since the matter involves Chen Qiwen, it naturally implicates Baili Jin, something they dare not offend.

The two exchanged a glance and decided to send one to report to the Eldest Elder.

“What to do? If they report to the Eldest Elder, we’ll be in trouble!”

Not far from the exit, Chen Qiwen watched the scene from afar and couldn’t help but worry.

Earlier, when Ye Haochuan faced Baili Zhu, these cultivators had already fled with all their might. Although Ye Haochuan was fast, he couldn’t catch up with enemies fleeing in different directions in a short time.

Thus, there was this one that slipped through the net.

“We’ll handle whatever comes our way!”

Ye Haochuan said calmly, pulling Chen Qiwen to continue walking deeper into the Sword Mountain World.

Having acted, there’s nothing to regret.

Chen Qiwen did not blame Ye Haochuan for being impulsive; instead, she felt warmth in her heart.

This feeling of being protected and cherished is really nice!

After turning back, the two quickly returned to the area where the Seventh-Level Sword Spirit resided.

His previous insights had been interrupted, but Ye Haochuan felt no regret.

The Seventh-Level Sword Intent did indeed refine those inspirations of his, but he could clearly feel that it wasn’t enough.

Although he didn’t know if his inspiration would eventually become a powerful cultivation technique, now that such inspiration had appeared, he didn’t intend to waste it. He would do his utmost to perfect it.

In the area of the Eighth-Level Sword Spirit, Chen Qiwen was so surprised she couldn’t close her mouth.

The speed at which Ye Haochuan’s Sword Intent was growing truly exceeded her expectations.

In such a short time, Ye Haochuan could actually hold his own against the Eighth-Level Sword Spirit.

She felt that breaking through the Tenth-Level Sword Intent, an ancient miracle, within a day wasn’t impossible for Ye Haochuan.

In fact, she didn’t know that Ye Haochuan himself was in a state of shock.

This rapid rise in Sword Intent wasn’t due to his extraordinary talent.

Even for those with exceptional talent, like the ancestors of the Baili Family, it took them years to consolidate their Sword Intent to the eighth level.

Ye Haochuan’s swift improvement wasn’t from gradual comprehension; he felt something within him awakening rapidly.

This awakening wasn’t his Sword Intent, but it made a breakthrough in understanding the Sword Intent much easier.

Soon, Ye Haochuan easily vanquished the Eighth-Level Sword Spirit.

Lingering in the Eighth-Level Sword Intent for a moment, he still regrettably found it insufficient!

Go further!

Ye Haochuan was caught in a kind of madness, determined not to stop until he fully understood that inspiration.

Chen Qiwen said nothing and quietly followed Ye Haochuan, afraid that speaking might break his inspiration.

As he progressed towards the area of the Ninth-Level Sword Intent, he encountered someone before he reached it.

It was a sharp-featured, stern young man dressed in black, with eyes lively and full of spirit.

He had a green longsword casually resting on his shoulder, looking somewhat unruly.

Seeing Ye Haochuan’s arrival, the young man’s mouth curled into a meaningful smile. Pointing with the sword at Ye Haochuan, he said, “It’s been a long time since anyone reached the edge of the Ninth-Level Sword Intent, I’ve been waiting!”

“Are you with Baili Feng and the others?” Ye Haochuan frowned and asked.

“Baili Feng?”

The young man said curiously, “He is not qualified to be with me!”

“If you’re not with them, please step aside!”

Ye Haochuan said politely.

“If you can beat the sword in my hand, I will naturally step aside!”

The young man smiled meaningfully.

“Baili Chan, what are you doing here?”

Just arriving, Chen Qiwen was suddenly surprised as she looked at the young man.

“You’re Baili Chan?”

Ye Haochuan suddenly raised his eyes, examining the one who created the Divine Law.

“You don’t know me?”

Baili Chan curiously looked at Ye Haochuan.

In the Baili Family, it was unexpected that someone didn’t recognize the first genius of the Baili Family, which was indeed surprising.

“I’ve heard of your reputation; being able to perceive the Divine Law is indeed worthy of respect!”

Ye Haochuan replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, “But blocking my way like this, what’s the reason?”

“He wants to test his swordsmanship with you!”

Before Baili Chan could answer, Chen Qiwen explained softly to Ye Haochuan, “This guy is obsessed with the Way of the Sword and always seeks duels at every opportunity. Whether you’re strong or weak, you have to duel with him.”

“Moreover, during the duel, you cannot admit defeat or hold back, or he will feel you belittle him and persistently bother you. Therefore, in the Baili Family, this guy is also known as the Little Madman.”

As she spoke, Chen Qiwen glanced resentfully at Baili Chan, evidently having suffered at his hands.

Ye Haochuan somewhat puzzledly asked, “This guy can create Divine Law, obviously his Sword Intent is quite high. It would be tough for you to withstand one blow. Does he attack after you lose?”

“Not at all, this guy likes fairness, so he’ll suppress his Sword Intent to match his opponent’s level and tremble with them, usually squeezing out every bit of their strength before stopping!” Chen Qiwen said bitterly.

“Isn’t this quite good? He helps you practice for free, allowing your Sword Intent to improve quickly, right?”

Ye Haochuan completely relaxed at this.

“Not at all!”

Chen Qiwen huffed, “If it were truly practice, there should be a limit, right? Those entangled by him usually reveal all their potential inside, with severe cases affecting their foundation, and minor ones needing ten days to half a month in bed to recover!”

Oh dear, this is a bit much!

Ye Haochuan understood the pain felt by Chen Qiwen.

It’s unclear if the guy was mentally disturbed, and constantly tested his skills with opponents whose Sword Intent was lower, wasting time and gaining nothing.

Perhaps, this is the origin of the nickname “Little Madman.”

“Cousin Lianqin, your words are exaggerated. Last time when we dueled, you recovered in just two days, didn’t you?”

Evidently, Baili Chan heard Chen Qiwen, he replied with a smile, “Besides, I’ve mended my ways now. Didn’t you see me waiting in the Eighth-Level Sword Spirit area instead of seeking duels with lower-level cultivators?”

With that, he eagerly looked at Ye Haochuan, laughed, and said, “Come on, let’s have a fight a thousand or ten thousand rounds. I haven’t dueled for so long that I’m almost going mad.”

Damn, he’s truly a madman about swords!

Ye Haochuan was extremely speechless.