"This Xiao truly has some skill!" Jiang Yuming's expression remained calm as he said, "However, he was able to erect a blood stele at Qiyang Temple and carry the old Daoist's corpse alone into the academy. He is precisely a man of blood and spirit; it is only natural that he could evade the Wind Formation! Let us activate the Forest Formation and let him see what we are capable of..."
As Jiang Yuming spoke, the enormous "Scholar" high in the sky stretched out its hand again and opened the second scroll. "Swish, swish, swish..." Specks of emerald green scattered from the scroll like raindrops, instantly filling the entire sky. Within every green speck was a slowly revolving inscription.
"Hmph..." Xiao Hua sneered. "What filthy trick is this now?"
Apparently, Confucian cultivators could even make use of rumors and gossip. In Xiao Hua's eyes, there was no trick they would not stoop to using.
As soon as Xiao Hua's cold snort faded, the hurricane swept the green specks toward his golden body. How could Xiao Hua allow them to approach? He rubbed his hands together, and golden light arose throughout the space several yards around him, like a golden glaze shielding him.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." Amid the roaring wind, Xiao Hua's golden light was covered in green specks within moments. Then the specks began to swell. Countless tiny, invisible inscriptions poured from each one, while Vast Righteous Qi descended from the azure clouds. The inscriptions visibly expanded. "Crack, crack, crack!" Xiao Hua's golden light was not without gaps, and the green specks that had fallen into those gaps transformed into inscriptions, instantly destroying the restriction!
"Damn it, that works too?" Xiao Hua cursed inwardly. Just as he was about to circulate his magical power again, strings of inscriptions throughout the