The Old Confucian Scholar Arrives

Facing Huang Chao's grateful bow, Zhang Chen said, "No need for courtesy! Focus on reining in your aura and relaxing your Essence, Qi, and Spirit. I'll lend you a hand."

Zhang Chen extended a finger and pressed it against Huang Chao's brow. Sensing the wondrous power within his brow and detecting the Curse Source inside his body, Zhang Chen once more unleashed the Six-Word Mantra, suppressing it.

As the Six-Word Mantra Calligraphy descended, Huang Chao felt his Primordial Spirit relax. The next moment, Mysterious Power circulated around his body. The indescribable obscurity about him lessened, replaced by faint traces of ease.

"Benefactor, your methods reach the heavens and penetrate the earth, beyond anything ordinary people can attain." Huang Chao clasped his hands and bowed to Zhang Chen, his eyes full of admiration.

Zhang Chen neither confirmed nor denied it, instead changing the subject. "How is the situation in the north now?"

"I fear it is not far from total collapse." Huang Chao said, "Wherever the Demon Clan Army passes, all the privileged classes surrender at the mere sound of the wind, transforming into demon-humans and continuing to flaunt their might within the Demon Race. For those privileged people, it makes no difference at all."

Zhang Chen fell silent for a moment upon hearing this. Then he suddenly thought of Chen Sanliang. "Have you heard Chen Sanliang's News?"

"Chen Sanliang has been spreading his teachings through the northern region. Wherever the Demon Clan Army passes, every academy submits under Chen Sanliang and becomes his claws and fangs. The academies humanity built in the past have unexpectedly all served those beasts, becoming the Demon Race's aid and helping them awaken their intelligence." Huang Chao's voice brimmed with deep dissatisfaction.

Yet Zhang Chen was thoughtful. "Not necessarily. Once those demons study Confucian culture