Each fighting their own battle (7400)
Salun Agu laughed:
"Before your master left with the Great Feng Emperor Gaozu, he often played chess with me. We used heaven and earth as the chess pieces and all living beings as the pieces. Sometimes a game of chess would take more than ten years to reach a conclusion."
He lightly flicked the sheep whip, and snap! The array on the surface of the Eight Trigrams Platform shattered in response.
"Then we'll have to play this game carefully. This piece is called Wei Yuan."
The supervisor took a sip of wine, and as he uttered the word, Salen Agu's body contorted as if by electroencephalogram, before returning to normal after a long while.
In the distant city of Jingshan, a city under reconstruction, the ground suddenly shook as if by an earthquake. The newly built main hall collapsed, and a deep crack, dozens of feet long, appeared in the ground.
"What a coincidence, my chess piece is also named Wei Yuan."
Salun Agu flicked his sheep whip, picked up a chess piece, and placed it on the chessboard.
Star-Gazing Tower, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket suddenly struck down from the dense, layered clouds, but it didn't hit the Supervisor and disappeared halfway through, as if it had entered another dimension.
"It's rash of you to cause me trouble on Great Feng's territory."
The supervisor nodded slightly, picked up his wine cup, took a small sip, and without rushing to place another piece, smiled and said:
"However, his steady and methodical style of playing chess is very similar to his teacher's; it turns out he learned it from you. I just wonder if that impulsive and pedantic attitude was also inherited from you. A Confucian sage!"
As the "Confucian Sage" token fell, streams of bright red blood seeped from the wizard's robes of Salen Agu, disappearing in an instant.
In the distant kingdom of Kang, a massive tsunami struck.
Salun Agu's face seemed a little pale, and he said faintly:
"In my opinion, even if he acted impulsively and betrayed the Witch God Cult, he's still better than you, a wicked wretch who murdered your master. During his time as the ruler of the Great Feng, he never clashed with the Witch God Cult. Witch God!"
The sheep whip picked up a chess piece, which landed with a thud on the chessboard.
The supervisor remained unmoved, instead splashing the wine from his cup to dispel the dark clouds overhead.
Within the territory of the Great Feng, as long as the Great Feng survives, he will be an invincible being below the highest rank.
The supervisor squinted and said, "When Emperor Wuzong rose up, it was an inevitable trend. Five hundred years ago, that lineage favored treacherous officials and indulged in pleasure, which led to rampant corruption and widespread suffering among the people. Teacher believes that if we give the Great Feng time, it will be able to sweep away the deep-seated problems and restore order to the government."
"But I felt that without destruction there could be no construction. The Great Feng needed to undergo a phoenix-like rebirth, and in the end, I won. This five hundred years of peace and prosperity is the best way to repay the kindness I have shown him."
Salun Agu slowly walked to the edge of the Eight Trigrams Platform, looked down at the capital, and said, "How similar is the Great Feng of today to that of five hundred years ago?"
Jian Zhengdao said, "Without destruction, there can be no construction."
Five hundred years later, I am still the same supervisor, unchanged in the slightest.
"Sarun Agu?"
Xu Qi'an suddenly realized what was happening and revealed the name of the Grand Wizard of the Witch God Cult.
Only a first-rank being can deal with a first-rank being.
The Witch God Cult plotted to seize the dragon vein of the Great Feng Dynasty, intending to incorporate the Central Plains into its territory and turn the Great Feng into a vassal state of the Witch God Cult.
So how could Salun Aggu be absent from today's "grand event"?
No wonder Joan of Arc was so fearless.
"Not stupid at all!"
Joan of Arc grinned, her expression both smug and arrogant.
He seemed to have difficulty controlling his emotions? No, not that he had difficulty controlling them, but that he never even considered controlling them. A Daoist School master who had fallen into demonic possession would inevitably have an flamboyant personality; being calm and reserved would be strange. Xu Qi'an's mind raced, wondering if he could perhaps take advantage of Empress Joan of Arc's demonic possession?
"Hey, killing the Prince of Zhenbei that day was really exhilarating. Oh, I forgot that was you. You're nothing but my defeated foe. Back in Chuzhou, I could beat you until you begged for mercy, and today I'll definitely smash your dog head in."
Xu Qi'an tried his best to make his expression appear arrogant and conceited.
As expected, Joan of Arc's face twitched slightly, her eyes blazing with fury, but the next moment, she composed herself and said calmly:
"A mere trick, you think you can anger me with just a few words?"
"You bastard, I will tear you to pieces sooner or later!" roared the little soul within Empress Joan of Arc.
It didn't work. It seems being possessed by a demon doesn't mean one is stupid. Xu Qi'an was somewhat disappointed. If Empress Joan of Arc's anger had lasted even a second longer, he would have raised his middle finger and shouted at her:
Come here~
"So when you were forced to issue the edict of self-reproach, your furious outburst in the main hall was also an act?" Xu Qi'an asked.
Joan of Arc sneered, "Guess."
Xu Qi'an glanced subtly in the direction of the capital, and said expressionlessly:
"I guess you were using that opportunity to vent your anger over the death of the Prince of Zhenbei, or perhaps your anger had exceeded your limits and you couldn't control yourself."
Empress Joan of Arc did not reply, whether out of disdain or in acquiescence.
He glanced sideways in the direction of the capital, his tone leisurely. "You're waiting for Luo Yuheng, aren't you?"
Xu Qi'an's expression changed slightly.
Seeing this, Joan of Arc's smile widened, tinged with a hint of mockery, and she said:
"Luo Yuheng is unwilling to cultivate with me, and even resents my cultivation, because my cultivation has weakened the Great Feng Kingdom, and she lacks enough fortune to overcome her tribulation. If she can seize the opportunity to kill me and install a new ruler, she might still have a sliver of hope."
Joan of Arc smiled mysteriously and said, "I've found her an interesting opponent."
The outskirts of Beijing, far from Nanyuan.
Luo Yuheng frowned, staring at the dark figure opposite him. The figure stood on a blooming black lotus, his body was covered in black pus, and his eyes were filled with deep malice.
Centered on the place where the Black Lotus is located, within a radius of several miles, plants wither and decay, animals have bloodshot eyes, have lost their minds, and only know how to mate or kill each other.
Even the smallest insects are fighting each other.
"My dear niece!"
Black Lotus licked her lips, making a "slurp" sound, her tone both wicked and lewd, filled with the following:
"Come here, Uncle-Master! Uncle-Master will guide you in dual cultivation, letting you experience what it's like to be a woman, hehehe~"
Luo Yuheng's lips twitched, and he drew his rusty iron sword, shouting, "Get out!"
The blinding Sword Qi surpassed the blazing sun, instantly killing mating animals and insects—merely due to the sword intent contained within it.
The blooming black lotuses gushed forth a jet-black, viscous liquid, like a spring from the earth. They eagerly enveloped the Sword Qi, and with a hissing sound, they quickly eroded away the sword strike that Luo Yuheng had fought so hard to unleash.
How many swords can you withstand?
Luo Yuheng sneered, then spiraled upwards with his sword, unleashing sharp Sword Qi as he spun.
The intent of swordsmanship filled the heavens and earth.
With a series of hissing sounds, the Black Lotus Daoist leader was pierced by the torrential rain of sword Sword Qi, but his body seemed to be made of filth from a stinking ditch, with black liquid flowing out and repairing the pierced wounds.
On the contrary, the surrounding ground was riddled with craters, as if it had just been bombarded by artillery fire.
The liquid flowing from Black Lotus Daoist's body seemed to have dimmed slightly.
Under the swordsmanship of the Human Sect, whose offensive techniques were no less than those of a martial artist, he must have suffered some injuries.
Master Black Lotus took a deep breath, his abdomen bulged, and the "sphere" slowly moved upwards, then suddenly spewed out when it reached his throat.
The Black Lotus Daoist priest spewed out a long, dark river that enveloped Luo Yuheng, seemingly intending to drag her down with him.
"My dear niece, your uncle has been lusting after you for a long time, hahahahaha!"
The Black Lotus Daoist priest's maniacal laughter was both wicked and insane.
Laugh!
The rusty iron sword cleaved through the turbid stream, flashing with light, and pierced through the heart of the Black Lotus Daoist.
Luo Yuheng's figure appeared out of thin air, gripped the iron sword, shook his hand, and shook off a small amount of dark liquid from the blade.
She cannot be tainted by the power that the other person symbolizes, even a little bit, for it would ignite the karmic fire within her.
But this sword is acceptable. This iron sword is the sect's most treasured Law Treasure passed down from generation to generation of patriarchs, embodying the sword intent of each patriarch.
Therefore, Luo Yuheng just now merged with the sword, becoming one with it, and used the sword to break through the viscous liquid.
"Ouch, that hurts!!"
Master Black Lotus clutched his chest and screamed in agony.
He was enraged, and suddenly found his beautiful and charming junior niece unlovable, filled with malice, and screamed:
"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to take you back for dual cultivation! I'm going to take you back for dual cultivation! Kill me or cultivate? So annoying! So annoying! So annoying!"
In a nervous roar, his body suddenly collapsed, transforming into a black face the size of a small building, composed of a viscous, syrup-like black liquid.
The human face opened its huge mouth and lunged at Luo Yuheng, trying to swallow her whole.
The Imperial Advisor flipped his rusty iron sword and gently thrust it forward.
Boom!
The face exploded, and a dark, murky rain began to fall from the sky.
The sword light swept several miles away, slicing off a mountain peak, before shooting off and disappearing from sight.
Luo Yuheng stood with his sword in hand, his expression indifferent. "That's it?"
"I have made my decision. I will kill you."
The Black Lotus Daoist leader's figure reassembled, but his aura dimmed slightly.
This annoying niece should be killed.
"Jinlian asked me for help before, to join forces against you, but I refused to help her, simply because I didn't want to take the risk and it wasn't my business. However, this time, someone else is asking me for help."
"Since he's the one who brought it up, I might as well show him what I'm capable of."
Luo Yuheng gently bit her fingertip, ran it across the rusty iron sword, and whispered:
"Black Lotus, you can run for your life now."
Confident and domineering.
Empress Joan of Arc burst into laughter. Xu Qi'an's slight change in expression struck a nerve with him. As a demonic Daoist who flaunted his emotions, he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of intellectually crushing Xu Qi'an.
Let this self-proclaimed savior realize just how ridiculous and insignificant he truly is.
"Killing a martial artist at the peak of the third rank is indeed difficult, but it doesn't matter. You will soon experience the ultimate fear."
Empress Joan of Arc looked at him with amusement, hoping to see wariness, confusion, and a hint of panic in Xu Qi'an's eyes.
But what he received in return was Xu Qi'an's sneer:
"You're spouting all this nonsense to me because you're waiting for Prince Huai, aren't you?"
This time, it was Joan of Arc's turn to have a slight change in expression, and she narrowed her eyes.
He stared at Xu Qi'an with some wariness and confusion, and chuckled:
"Your brain isn't entirely useless, but so what if you know? There are still people in the Great Feng who can stop an immortal warrior?"
Xu Qi'an ignored him, his gaze falling on the corpse of Emperor Yuanjing in the distance. Anyone who controls the One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones technique can recreate two clones given enough time, as long as one clone is still alive.
Of course, a severed physical body cannot be resurrected; Emperor Yuanjing's body was already completely dead. But the Prince of Huai was different; he was a third-rank martial artist.
Having reached the third rank, Xu Qi'an knew very well that as long as he transferred in enough Qi and Blood,
"I can't find a third-rank martial artist, but who says that someone who can stop a third-rank martial artist has to be a third-rank martial artist?" Xu Qi'an asked with a smile.
Joan of Arc's face darkened.
He stared coldly at Xu Qi'an, his tone chilling:
"Do you know how the Prince of Huai was resurrected? That's my third reason for killing Wei Yuan."
Come on, let's hurt each other!
Xu Qi'an's smile slowly faded, and he forced out three words through gritted teeth. "You're asking for death."
A great battle erupted instantly.
A figure flew through the air, clad in heavy armor, with handsome features, bearing a resemblance to Emperor Yuanjing, and a pair of narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes that were cold and disdainful.
Prince Zhenbei.
He rushed from the direction of the imperial mausoleum. On the day the body was transported back to the capital from Chuzhou, the civil and military officials were angered by Emperor Yuanjing's attempt to cover up the massacre of the Prince of Huai, and they rose up in protest.
The officials and their ministers surrounded the Meridian Gate, shouting curses incessantly, causing a great uproar.
Under these circumstances, no one paid attention to the Prince of Huai's corpse. After all, arguing with a corpse was not very meaningful; the most important thing was to fight with the emperor.
Even Xu Qi'an and Zheng Xinghuai were so focused on the political situation at court that they ignored the body of the Prince of Huai.
Little did they know, this was precisely what Empress Joan of Arc had deliberately done.
The body of the Prince of Huai had been kept in the imperial mausoleum, and he had only recently been revived.
Call out!
The flying sword pierced through the air, aiming straight for the head of the Prince of Zhenbei.
The Prince of Zhenbei casually waved his hand, and with a sharp clang, the flying sword flew backward.
He paused in mid-air, gazing at a certain high point where two flying swords hung, each sword treading on two people.
They are a swordsman in a disheveled blue robe, a monk in simple robes, a young girl with wheat-colored skin, and a beautiful woman in a Daoist robe.
"Who do we have here? It's you!"
The Prince of Huai scoffed and shook his head repeatedly. "You bunch of chickens and dogs, how dare you block my way?"
He still thought Xu Qi'an had some hidden trump card.
That's it?
Chu Yuanzhen, Li Miaozhen, and Lina turned their heads or looked back at the bitter and resentful Master Hengyuan.
"Amitabha."
Hengyuan clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice, "You slaughtered 380,000 people in Chuzhou, which pains me deeply. Unfortunately, I didn't have the chance to teach you how to be a decent human being."
Chu Yuanzhen interrupted with a smile, "Master, stop arguing and just get to work. Our mission isn't just to stall for a quarter of an hour; we also need to wear down his fighting strength as much as possible."
Hengyuan pondered for a moment, then said, "That makes sense!"
There's really no need to waste words with those who have committed heinous crimes; one should simply use a fierce and wrathful demeanor to subdue them.
A relic emerged from above Hengyuan's head, radiating a clear and gentle golden light.
Then, he took a piece of paper from his pocket and lit it on fire.
The core ability of the Blessing Ritual: Grand Summoning!
In the the Unseen emptiness, a figure dressed in a kasaya, with a kind and benevolent face, descended. After merging with the relic, this somewhat unreal phantom instantly solidified.
This is an Arhat, a second-rank Arhat in Buddhist School!
Of course, even with the added benefit of relics, a summoned spirit cannot be equal to a true Arhat.
With Hengyuan as the main force and Li Miaozhen and others as support, they were barely able to hold off a peak third-rank martial artist.
Upon seeing this, the Prince of Huai raised an eyebrow. "I can deal with you all in less than a quarter of an hour."
He appeared disdainful, but inwardly he was on high alert.
Master Hengyuan clasped his hands together, bowed his head, and chanted scriptures. One by one, golden Buddhist characters, seemingly real, floated from his mouth, converging into a golden "river" that rushed towards the Prince of Zhenbei.
The Prince of Zhenbei staggered, his head throbbing with pain, and he felt a strong urge to commit suicide. Unable to remain suspended in the air any longer, he plummeted downwards.
A seventh-rank monk, most skilled in performing rituals to deliver the deceased!
If they are deceased souls, they will find release during the ritual and return to the world.
If you are alive, you will have strong suicidal thoughts and want to become a ghost. If you do not want to die, Buddhist School will say: No, you want to die.
Lina was the first to leap off her flying sword. As always, the dark-skinned girl from the Southern Frontier was at the forefront of any fight. She moved as if she had brought her arms and legs together, shooting towards the earth like a sharp arrow. When she got close to the King of Zhenbei, she suddenly spread her limbs and circled behind him.
At this moment, Prince Huai was still suffering from a splitting headache and felt like the world was in gloom. Lina hooked her legs around the waist of the third-rank martial artist, wrapped her arms around his two big arms, and with a scolding voice, pulled his arms back forcefully.
As expected of the genius girl from the Power Gu Clan, she actually wrestled with the Prince of Huai and they were locked in a stalemate for a few seconds.
Call out!
Chu Yuanzhen drew the ordinary iron sword from his waist and shot off.
Li Miaozhen then raised her right hand, palm facing the Prince of Zhenbei.
Grana. His armor, inner clothing, belt, shoes, and so on were all altered, either tightened at the waist or at the collar, making it difficult for the Prince of Huai to move, thus indirectly helping Lina.
Chu Yuanzhen's iron sword arrived instantly, piercing between the eyebrows of the Prince of Huai. It did not unleash a powerful aura, because this sword was a sword of the heart.
Heart severed from soul.
The members of the Heaven and Earth Society acted in unison, launching a control attack that restrained this peak third-rank martial artist for more than five seconds.
As the main force, Hengyuan naturally wouldn't let this good opportunity slip by. While chanting "Do not kill," he raised his fist, which was as big as an iron pot, and launched a fierce attack on the Prince of Zhenbei.
The "precepts" of the Arhat level were enough to maintain control over the Prince of Huai for a long time.
Ta-da!
The fist slammed into the body of a third-rank martial artist, creating a shockwave capable of easily killing martial artists below the Bronze Skin and Iron Bones Realm, and causing Lina, who was restraining the Prince of Huai's arm, to bleed profusely.
The force of the blows made it difficult for Prince Huai to maintain his composure.
Boom! The armor on the Prince of Zhenbei shattered, and Lina was thrown into the air like a kite with its string cut. The domineering aura of the martial man was overwhelming, shaking everything around him, including Master Hengyuan.
Lina's arms twisted and bent, bones piercing flesh, rendering her incapacitated on the spot.
From the very beginning, the mission of the Heaven and Earth Society was not to assassinate Prince Huai; that was simply unrealistic.
First of all, Hengyuan invited the spirit of the Arhat from back then, whose strength is definitely not as good as the real Arhat. Even if the real Arhat were to come in person, it would be difficult for him to kill a martial artist at the peak of the third rank.
Secondly, this heroic spirit can only last for a quarter of an hour. How could one possibly kill a high-ranking martial artist who is both foul and tough in just a quarter of an hour?
Finally, the difference between the third and fourth ranks is like heaven and earth; the gap in strength is too great. The opponent can make countless mistakes, but if one of your own sides makes a mistake, it may lead to total annihilation.
The Prince of Huai was a ruthless man who knew the principle of taking advantage of someone's weakness to kill them. He did not show any mercy just because the other party was a woman. He was about to finish off the barbarian woman from the Southern Frontier with a punch, his fist brimming with energy.
Master Hengyuan clasped his hands together and said, "One must not break the precept against killing."
The Prince of Huai paused in his punching motion, finding it difficult to deliver another blow.
Li Miaozhen seized the opportunity, aimed her palm at Lina, and forcefully flung her far away.
She wasn't worried about Lina's injuries. The experts of the Power Gu tribe didn't have the abnormal defense of martial artists, but they possessed extremely strong regenerative abilities. Normally, as long as they didn't die, their injuries could be healed, and the recovery time depended on the severity of the injury.
Lina was severely injured by a malevolent entity in the underground palace; it was a fatal wound. But after sleeping for one night, she was completely fine.
The Heaven and Earth Society is missing one member, with only three members remaining.
Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen truly lived up to their reputation as the pillars of the Heaven and Earth Society. One of them used the Human Sect's mental cultivation method to control hundreds of flying swords, while the other threw out magical Law Artifact such as the Soul-Summoning Banner and the Soul-Capturing Bell, trapping the Prince of Huai in the formation.
With Hengyuan as the main force, the two sides fought fiercely.
In the fierce battle, hundreds of flying swords were exhausted, either shattered into pieces of iron or melted into molten iron. The Law Artifact that Li Miaozhen brought from the sect were also completely used up.
The Prince of Huai's aura had clearly diminished, but for a martial artist of this level, the loss was negligible, as it could be recovered in just half an hour of breathing exercises.
"No, this won't do," Chu Yuanzhen murmured to himself.
Their mission was to hold off the Prince of Huai for a quarter of an hour and wear down his fighting strength. With the Arhat Relic in hand, delaying him for a quarter of an hour was not difficult, but to seriously injure the Prince of Huai was extremely difficult, as difficult as ascending to heaven.
If Prince Huai were to support Joan of Arc at his peak, the two would be combined, and Xu Qi'an would undoubtedly be defeated.
The fusion of a peak third-grade expert and a second-grade master will bring about a qualitative change.
The Prince of Huai stared coldly at the swordsman in blue, and scoffed.
"Chu Yuanzhen, why did you give up being a top scholar to practice swordsmanship? After all these years, all you've learned is a bunch of ineffective embroidery needles. I have served two dynasties and overseen the court for nearly sixty years, and I have seen far too many self-righteous scholars like you."
"Scholarly pride is the most useless thing. Resigning from office to practice swordsmanship may seem dashing, but it's actually foolish. What have you accomplished all these years? So what if you're dissatisfied with my cultivation of Daoism? Can that three-foot-long sword in your hand harm me in the slightest?"
This man was exceptionally talented in his youth, achieving the highest rank in the imperial examinations and enjoying great success. However, due to a minor incident, he harbored resentment towards the emperor and resigned to practice swordsmanship.
Now he's just another ordinary person.
Utterly ridiculous.
As the Prince of Huai spoke, he stared at him with a cold, unsettling gaze, his eyes seeming to devour him at will.
What does it feel like to be targeted and locked onto by a Rank 3 expert in a one-on-one situation?
Chu Yuanzhen understood.
He stood there, stunned, his shoulders feeling like they were carrying two mountains, goosebumps standing on end, and his hands and feet trembling slightly.
The Prince of Huai scoffed. The difference between a fourth-rank official and a third-rank official was like the difference between immortals and mortals. He didn't take this top scholar who had abandoned his studies to practice swordsmanship seriously at all.
"Amitabha!"
Master Hengyuan strode forward, and the Buddhist School lion roared, "Kill the traitors!"
Kill the thief and attain the throne!
The Arhat that had merged into his body emerged, appearing in the sky as a fierce Vajra, its brilliant light constructing mysterious patterns on the surface of the form.
An aura of extreme strength and ferocity filled the heavens and earth.
Faxiang's eyes suddenly shot out golden light, enveloping the Prince of Huai.
Despite having a premonition of danger, Prince Huai was unable to dodge. As if he were under a spell, his eyeballs spurted out, and two bloody black holes appeared on his face.
Blood was seeping from his nostrils, mouth, and ears at the same time.
Blood was flowing from all seven orifices.
The Prince of Huai felt as if he had been hit on the forehead with a stick; he leaned back violently and staggered backward.
After this attack, the relic returned to his body, and Hengyuan's energy and spirit rapidly declined, clearly indicating that he had exhausted his remaining strength and had no power to fight again.
The King of Huai let out an unbearable roar of pain; the blow had caused him great injury. He covered his face and bent his spine.
Li Miaozhen descended her flying sword and swooped down towards Hengyuan, attempting to take him away.
However, once the restraint of the Arhat Relic was gone, she realized just how terrifying a third-rank martial artist was; she was rendered immobile.
The Prince of Huai's loose clench of his fist made it difficult for Li Miaozhen to move even a little. He imagined that if he clenched his fist tightly, this Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Sect would be shattered to pieces.
Chu Yuanzhen stared wide-eyed at this scene, and the Qingfeng sword on his back, which had never been drawn since he began his travels in the martial world, suddenly trembled.
Just as the Prince of Huai was about to "grasp and kill" Li Miaozhen, he seemed to sense something, suddenly turned his head, and looked behind him.
The Qingfeng sword trembled violently.
"Oh? You, Chu Yuanzhen, still intend to draw your sword?"
The Prince of Huai sneered and asked, "You ant, do you dare draw your sword against me?"
The fourth rank is no different from an ant.
Chu Yuanzhen's hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, his pupils were unfocused, and the past events, like smoke, surged into his mind today.
Chu Yuanzhen was an orphan from a young age and was adopted by a childless couple. After the couple passed away, he became a student of a great Confucian scholar.
His ideals and knowledge all came from that great Confucian scholar who died by crashing into a pillar in the imperial palace. His teacher was a first-rate scholar, but unfortunately, he was not good at being an official. His stubborn and unyielding temper made it difficult for him to move forward in the court.
When instructing Chu Yuanzhen, the phrase he said most often was, "Don't follow my example."
In the 27th year of the Yuanjing era, Chu Yuanzhen achieved the highest rank in the imperial examination. His mentor, overjoyed, wept with joy, patted him on the shoulder, and the first thing he said was, "Don't follow my example."
Every top scorer in the national college entrance examination has a bright future. If they just need to be a little shrewd and remember to blend in, why worry about not being able to realize their ambitions?
Having learned from his teacher's experience, Chu Yuanzhen was not rigid in his thinking and his heart was filled with enthusiasm.
In the same year, Yongzhou suffered a severe drought, resulting in a complete crop failure for the people. The imperial court's disaster relief efforts were ineffective, leading to widespread famine.
It was precisely at this time that Emperor Yuanjing began refining elixirs, producing a single elixir every season, costing tens of thousands of taels of silver.
The scholar, ridiculed by his colleagues as an old-fashioned pedant, denounced Emperor Yuanjing in the imperial palace, his words like knives, before banging his head against a pillar and dying.
The Emperor said, "My dear minister, you have died for righteousness; how splendid!"
No one dared to help.
On his deathbed, his mentor held Chu Yuanzhen's hand tightly, his last words being. "Don't follow my example."
But Chu Yuanzhen still left, departing from the imperial court, and from then on, he wandered the world in a green robe and with a sword.
Because I feel deeply resentful.
I still can't let this go!
Chu Yuanzhen shouted, "Draw your sword!"
With a clang, the three-foot-long green peak behind him shot into the sky.
The sword was finally drawn.
Today I present this to you; who has grievances to redress?
Boom!
The ground bulged, and clods of earth, yellow sand, and gravel shot into the sky, rising along with the Green Edge Sword.
In an instant, a hundred-zhang-long earthen dragon appeared behind Chu Yuanzhen, soaring straight into the sky, its head being the Qingfeng Sword.
The mere act of drawing the sword already exudes such power.
"Go!"
Chu Yuanzhen pointed his fingers like a sword and thrust them towards the King of Huai.
The massive, soaring earthen dragon suddenly lowered its head, returned to its master's side, circled three times, and then roared out following Chu Yuanzhen's sword finger.
The Prince of Huai had already realized the power of this sword. When Chu Yuanzhen pointed the sword at him, he quickly retreated, his body moving left and right with the speed of a ghost.
At this moment, this unconventional swordsman, who based his swordsmanship on martial arts but followed the path of the human sect, and his self-created cultivation techniques, revealed an extremely unreasonable side.
The Qingfeng Sword detached from the "dragon's body," disappearing in a flash and reappearing in a flash. In the distance, the Prince of Huai, who had been desperately trying to dodge, stopped and stared blankly at the large hole in his chest.
A sword piercing the heart.
Ten years of scholarly ambition, all poured out today.
The Prince of Zhenbei screamed in agony, his face contorted as if he were enduring extreme and terrible pain.
It's hard to imagine that a third-rank martial artist would scream in pain.
The large hole in his chest took a long time to heal.
The aura of the Prince of Huai finally plummeted from the Subordinate Third Rank.
He returned to the martial world full of confidence, attempting to wreak havoc and avenge his enemies, but unexpectedly, his strength was diminished by a few lowly fourth-rank ants.
And those ants.
Suppressing his pain, the Prince of Zhenbei turned his head to look at the horizon, where only a few figures remained as black dots.
The ants ran off excitedly.
Although these injuries should heal in half an hour at most, he couldn't wait that long.
He had to rush to support "himself".
Star-Gazing Tower.
The supervisor laughed and said, "Let's make a bet: how long will it take Xu Qi'an to kill Joan of Arc?"
Salun Agu's face darkened. "Are you really that confident in him?"
P. S.: My phone broke today, and I was so angry I almost didn't want to update.
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