The strange part did not end there. The lines Du Shanjun chanted differed from those chanted by the other students. Those essays did not fly out and merge with the rest; instead, they rushed above Du Shanjun's head and gradually condensed.
"What... what divine ability is this?" Xiao Hua was somewhat astonished.
"This is Hundred Sons Sing Together!!" Just as Xiao Hua did not know how to deal with it, a voice arose from his right.
"Fu Zhiwen?" Xiao Hua frowned and looked up. Sure enough, Fu Zhiwen, who had just escorted Xiao Jian and the others out of Tongzhu Kingdom, now rode an auspicious cloud as he flew over, calling out, "Fellow Daoist Xiao, this is Hundred Sons Sing Together, a Confucian cultivator technique of ours. It is extremely formidable. You are likely no match for him, so let this humble scholar show you how to handle it!"
"Alas..." Xiao Hua sighed and said with a bitter smile, "Little Friend Fu, since you had already left, why did you come back? Do you not think you are a burden?"
"I understand Fellow Daoist Xiao's kind intentions!" Fu Zhiwen said as he flew. "I also know why you had me escort the three fellow Daoists out of the city! But..."
Fu Zhiwen pointed at Master Dao Shan's remains and said heavily, "Master Dao Shan spent his life doing good, yet today he met such a miserable end! This is heaven and earth's injustice, the tragedy of human morals collapsing. Fellow Daoist Xiao, you are a Daoist disciple, so naturally you must seek justice for your Daoist brethren. But this world does not contain only you, with a heart that seeks fairness! Fu has returned today to tell you that besides yourself, there is also this humble scholar—and even... other immortal