Eternal True Realm.
Outside the gates of Half-Mountain Academy, countless fallen leaves drifted down on the wind.
The seemingly harmless leaves transformed into blade after blade in the blink of an eye. The little demons were slashed open, their fur and hide cut apart as streams of crimson blood sprayed out.
The Maple Mountain King gave a cold snort and raised his hand, unleashing a fierce gale. The gale swept through, spiraling the fallen leaves into the sky, yet those leaves transformed into a rolling torrent.
Then several lines of poetry appeared in the air: "Hanging three hundred zhang in streams, spraying through ravines for dozens of li. Swift as flying lightning it came, faint as a white rainbow it rose..."
The torrent turned into towering waves and crashed down from above. Like a white rainbow, it shot straight at the Maple Mountain King in a flash of lightning.
With the Maple Mountain King's cultivation, how could he possibly withstand that white rainbow? He was blasted hundreds of miles away, transformed directly into a shooting star, shouting that he would definitely return.
The little demons looked at one another, then tossed aside their banners, gongs, and drums before turning tail and fleeing.
They had arrived amid thunderous gongs and drums, only to leave behind a complete mess. It was truly laughable.
Only then did the students of Half-Mountain Academy realize that the Literary Dao cultivation method possessed such power. Their headmaster's cultivation was actually so unfathomably profound.
Seeing the admiration in the students' eyes as they looked at him, Wu Chu could not help laughing inwardly. A mere Taiyi—what was there to speak of? Even if a Da Luo came, one blast would send him packing.
Some beings secretly observing this place raised their evaluation of Half-Mountain Academy by several