Questions and answers

The first nail seals the heart, blocking the flow of Qi and Blood. The second nail pierces the Baihui acupoint, sealing the Heavenly Gate and blocking the flow of qi and blood.

Xu Qi'an's Qi and Blood and energy were simultaneously blocked, and his cultivation was sealed.

Most fatally, these golden nails engraved with Buddhist scriptures seemed to have a special effect on Shenshu; after two nails pierced his body, Shenshu fell silent.

He was sealed away.

Without warning, neither Xu Qi'an nor Shen Shu received any danger alert when faced with the white-robed Warlock's sneak attack.

Despite being severely injured and experiencing a decline in all aspects of their condition, which is utterly absurd given their current cultivation level, this situation is still quite serious.

But the white-robed Warlock did just that.

The white-robed Warlock held the remaining seven nails between his fingers, not in a hurry to act, but instead looked towards the Star-Gazing Tower, towards Salen Agu and the Supervisor on the Eight Trigrams Platform.

The white-robed Warlock chuckled lightly, "The colorless bead of Buddhist School is indeed very useful. Without it, I really wouldn't be confident that I could teleport to you silently without being discovered by you and the demon monk."

"The Buddhist School spared no expense to deal with him."

In his palm was a Buddhist rosary that had turned to dust.

He, the first Supervisor Salun Agu, was also in the capital. With the current Supervisor, three generations of the family were present. Xu Qi'an's heart sank slowly.

Every gift comes with a hidden price tag.

Now, the debt collectors have arrived.

Two nails were driven into the body, obstructing Qi and Blood and qi flow, causing qi stagnation, and making it difficult to move the hands and feet.

Aside from being able to think, he can't do anything else.

Xu Qi'an's eyes darted around, and he saw that the sky Star-Gazing Tower, which had previously dispersed, was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and thick bolts of lightning struck down, while streaks of clear light raged and crisscrossed.

The white-robed Warlock withdrew his gaze, glanced at Xu Qi'an, and said:

"The capital is his territory, but Salun Agu has lived for thousands of years and has a deep foundation. If we do our best, it won't be difficult to stop him. Luo Yuheng's side has the leader of the Earth Sect blocking him."

"The only person who can save you is Zhao Shou. However, a third-rank scholar is a bit lacking."

The white-robed Warlock's face was blurred, as if a mosaic had been applied, making it impossible for Xu Qi'an to see his true appearance. However, judging from his tone, he was relaxed and calm, exuding an air of confidence that he had everything under control.

"Guardian Sword, save me!" Xu Qi'an cried out in his heart.

The sword that guards the nation vibrated with a buzzing sound, emanating boundless sword intent.

But with a casual flick of the white-robed Warlock's hand, the brass sword fell silent, and the national treasure sword was temporarily sealed.

"A peerless divine weapon has been baptized by six hundred years of fortune. For ordinary high-grade systems, it is a deadly weapon. But for Warlock who manipulate fortune and are skilled in weapon crafting and formations, it poses no threat whatsoever." The white-robed Warlock said calmly.

As he spoke, he took the Confucian Sage Carving Knife from Xu Qi'an's hand. The knife trembled, and a clear light emanated from his fingertips, yet it could not harm him in the slightest.

Before long, the Confucian sage's carving knife calmed down, and the seal was temporarily broken.

"This carving knife can only unleash its true power when it's in the hands of Confucian School. Otherwise, any peerless weapon, without the blessing of its master, is like a floating duckweed, unable to be used indefinitely. Each time its power is exhausted, it needs to be nurtured for a while. This is a little-known fact that only Warlock understand; you should learn more about it."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, which made Xu Qi'an's face turn pale and his heart filled with anxiety.

Call out!

At that moment, an unparalleled blade of light rose from the sky and slashed towards the white-robed Warlock.

He reached out and grabbed the Taiping Blade, shaking his head with slight disappointment. "Once a divine weapon chooses its master, it only recognizes that master; it's not very useful to others."

A clear light shone from the white-robed Warlock's palm, layering blessings upon the Taiping Blade. Soon, the trembling blade stabilized, and the Taiping Blade was sealed away.

With a casual toss, the Taiping sword landed at the city gate, now a ruin.

Nailed to the ground.

"Do you have any other tricks up your sleeve? If not, I'm taking you with me," said the white-robed Warlock.

At this moment, Xu Qi'an discovered that he could speak again. He tentatively asked, "The luck within me, was it something you were hiding?"

The white-robed Warlock didn't answer, but placed one hand on his shoulder, and in a flash, teleported away.

Xu Qi'an's vision blurred, and the scenery became indistinct. The next second, he found himself in the suburbs, with endless barren fields on his left, a small lake on his right, and distant mountains clustered together.

Where is this?

The Warlock's teleportation was completely illogical; he had no idea where he was.

Teleportation is prohibited here!

A deep, resonant voice emerged from the front, revealing a figure wearing a Confucian cap and an old Confucian robe. His hair, which had previously been neglected in its appearance, was now neatly tied within the cap.

Dean Zhao Shou!

"Physical contact is prohibited."

His tone was calm, but his words contained an irresistible Principle.

A beam of clear light forcibly separated the white-robed Warlock and Xu Qi'an.

Relying on his status as a Confucian scholar, Zhao Shou forcibly elevated his rank to the second grade.

After separating the white-robed Warlock, he waved his sleeve and said, "Retreat a hundred miles."

The white-robed Warlock with the blurred face vanished immediately.

"Oh, we're saved? Wasn't it agreed that teleportation was prohibited? The Confucian School are truly scoundrels."

Xu Qi'an breathed a sigh of relief and almost threw himself into Zhao Shou, calling him "Dad."

But the next moment, Xu Qi'an saw the white-robed Warlock appear beside him and laughed:

"That's right, the aura within you was implanted by me to deceive the Supervisor."

Xu Qi'an was taken aback. "How did you get back?"

The white-robed Warlock chuckled, "They walked back."

As he spoke, a Bagua array lit up beneath Xu Qi'an's feet, and the white-robed Warlock happened to be stepping on the wind gate.

Xu Qi'an stared blankly at him, his heart sinking once more.

Zhao Shou remained unfazed and calmly said, "Draw a circle on the ground and imprison yourself!"

A beam of clear light descended from the sky, enveloping the land within a radius of dozens of miles, completely isolating it from the outside world. Inside the cage was one world, and outside the cage was another.

He was stalling for time, waiting for the supervisor to arrive.

The white-robed Warlock laughed, "Then I'll play along with you."

As he stomped down, array patterns appeared out of thin air, enveloping Zhao Shou.

These formations are all different; some are interwoven with lightning, some are shrouded in mist, some are sharp and powerful, and some are blazing with flames, yet they are perfectly integrated into a single formation.

They appeared simultaneously at Zhao Shou's feet, working together to kill him.

A clear light descended from the Confucian hat atop Zhao Shou's head, and a righteous aura protected him. He raised his finger and inscribed a Buddhist script in the air.

Buddhist scriptures merged into his body, and in an instant, a speck of golden lacquer bloomed, protected by Vajra Divine Power.

His righteous spirit and Vajra Divine Skill protected him completely.

For a high-ranking Confucian School scholar, as long as I've seen it, I can get it for free.

In this instance, Zhao Shou got Xu Qi'an's Invincible Vajra for free.

Then, Zhao Shou imitated the white-robed Warlock, stepping down with one foot. Layers of array patterns emerged from beneath him, rapidly spreading out to encompass the white-robed Warlock.

But the white-robed Warlock merely waved his sleeve, completely erasing the array that Zhao Shou had set up.

How could using formations to fight Warlock possibly be effective?

The white-robed Warlock methodically removed the sachet from his waist, and in an instant, Law Artifact flew out as if they were free.

Rows of cannons were lined up, ballistae were placed on the ground, and Law Artifact firearms and crossbows floated in the air, their sights all aimed at Zhao Shou.

Swords and blades, sharp as mud, slicing through the air.

In addition, there are other magical Law Artifact with strange and unusual effects, such as ropes used for binding, bronze mirrors used to intimidate the Primordial Spirit, and bronze bells used for sealing.

"Damn, this is so flashy! Compared to this, martial arts practitioners can only be described as crude." Witnessing the battle between the high-ranking Confucian School and the high-ranking Warlock, Xu Qi'an was filled with emotion.

Amidst the roar of cannons, the white-robed Warlock picked up a nail and pierced it into Xu Qi'an's Dantian.

Xu Qi'an was in excruciating pain in his lower abdomen, drenched in cold sweat, but he endured the pain and said:

Why should I have my luck?

The white-robed Warlock did not answer, but picked up another nail.

Xu Qi'an's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively wanted to back away, but his body wouldn't move. "You orchestrated the tax silver case, with the aim of getting me out of the capital in a 'legitimate' way?"

The white-robed Warlock chuckled, "You guessed right."

"But I can't guess why you'd use the tax silver case as an excuse to take me out of the capital. With your methods and abilities, even if there's a supervising official in the capital, you could still take me out."

Xu Qi'an stared at him, trying to see through the "mosaic" and observe his expression.

The white-robed Warlock patted his head, his voice gentle, like an elder speaking to a junior:

"Aren't you supposed to be a brilliant detective in the Great Feng Dynasty? We've given you so much time, and you still haven't figured it out?"

"Fuck your mother!" Xu Qi'an almost cursed, but he held back, trying to stall for time, and said, "Back in Yunzhou, weren't you helping me?"

"Um!"

The white-robed Warlock's concise reply.

"You're helping me not because you're giving me gifts, but because Yunzhou is Xuzhou, the stronghold of your lineage, right?"

Xu Qi'an never fails to utter words that are truly astonishing.

"Not stupid at all."

The white-robed Warlock remained calm as he gripped the nail and plunged it into Xu Qi'an's upper Dantian, asking, "How did you guess that?"

Xu Qi'an's face paled, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His voice was slightly weak:

"Because Yunzhou's geographical location is too good. It is backed by the sea, so even if your uprising fails, you can still sail overseas. And why Yunzhou, and not other coastal prefectures? Because Yunzhou is rich in resources. In terms of grain production, it is second only to Yuzhou and Zhangzhou, which are known as the ' Great Feng Granary'."

"In terms of mountain treasures such as iron ore and medicinal herbs, Yunzhou is second only to the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the Southern Frontier. In addition, the rampant banditry in the area provides the best cover for you to station and maintain your troops."

"The Witch God Cult has also set its sights on this place, so it has been secretly plotting for years, supporting mountain bandits, colluding with the Qi faction, and supplying them with military provisions. This has infringed upon your interests."

"So you used Duke Wei's hand, and my hand, to eradicate the Witch God Cult. This way, you won't be exposed, and you can also wipe out the Witch God Cult's influence."

"If all of the above guesses are correct, then Yang Chuannan, the commander of Yunzhou, is actually one of your men, isn't he?"

The white-robed Warlock clapped lightly, his face obscured but his smile broad, "You guessed everything correctly. What else did you guess? Feel free to tell me, and I'll give you a chance to buy some time."

"Unfortunately, I realized it too late." Xu Qi'an shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The reason why we were able to quickly identify Song Changfu, the provincial governor of Yunzhou, as the mastermind was because we captured Liang Youping, who was brought here by the white-robed Warlock.

Liang Youping was a close friend of Li Miaozhen, and was exposed by Yang Chuannan, the commander of Yunzhou.

Yunzhou is a strange place. It is obviously very rich, but bandits are rampant and the people live in poverty. Not to mention Xu Qi'an, even Zhu Guangxiao exclaimed that it was unreasonable.

After summoning Ji Qian's soul in Jianzhou and consulting his spirit, Xu Qi'an kept wondering where Xuzhou was.

For a long time, he couldn't figure it out until he found out everything and then it all became clear.

"Why didn't they take my luck back in Yunzhou?"

"Didn't you see it?" The white-robed Warlock raised the nail in his hand and said:

"The seal beneath Sangbo is inside you. To extract your destiny, I must confront it."

"This demonic monk is no ordinary person; even I cannot seal him. So I went to the Western Regions and told the Buddhist School about the divine power within you."

"They readily lent me the Demon-Sealing Nail, a priceless treasure."

No wonder he could easily break my Vajra Divine Skill and easily seal Shen Shu. Indeed, only a monk can deal with a monk. Xu Qi'an relieved his despair by complaining, saying:

Why did you have to lend it now, of all times, instead of earlier or later?

The white-robed Warlock spoke with a leisurely and amused tone, "Of course, it's after Wei Yuan dies in battle, after your dragon vein dissipates, and after you kill Joan of Arc."

Xu Qi'an narrowed his eyes. "How do you know Yuan Jing is Joan of Arc?"

The white-robed Warlock countered, "Guess."

Before Xu Qi'an could speak, he continued, "If Wei Yuan doesn't die, not only will the Witch God Cult be restless, but I will also be restless. If the Great Feng's God of War doesn't die, who will dare to start a rebellion? Now that the dragon vein has been dispersed, the Central Plains will surely be in great chaos. This is the perfect opportunity to start a rebellion."

"This is also the best time for me to reclaim my luck."

As they were speaking, another golden nail pierced into Xu Qi'an's large cone.

Xu Qi'an groaned, nearly fainting. The five nails inside his body resonated, eroding his life force and further sealing his cultivation, as well as his divine power.

He's in terrible shape right now. After killing Joan of Arc and dying twice, he was already severely injured.

Now, with the first supervisor piercing his body with the Demon-Sealing Nail, he was unusually weak, like he had been after staying up all night in his previous life, a weakness that made him feel like he could die at any moment.

"Back then, how did you escape the encirclement and killing by Emperor Wuzong, Buddhist School bodhisattvas, and the current supervisor?" Xu Qi'an did not forget his original intention of stalling for time.

The white-robed Warlock glanced at Zhao Shou in the distance, then opened his sachet again, summoning one Law Artifact after another. Top-tier Law Artifact seemed to come out of thin air, replenishing his "troop strength."

At the same time, he stomped his foot again, spreading out arrays that could draw upon the power of heaven and earth, encompassing Zhao Shou.

Dean Zhao Shou himself is at the Great Perfection of the Third Rank, and with the blessing of the Quasi-Sage Confucian Crown, he is no weaker than the Second Rank. He truly deserves to be the first generation of Supervisor. He is probably only one step away from the First Rank. Xu Qi'an felt despair again.

Once again restraining Zhao Shou, the white-robed Warlock pinched a nail, infused it with clear light, and said:

"Killing a first-rank official? It's not that easy."

The sixth nail was inserted into the Mingmen acupoint on the lower back.

"He's still resisting. No wonder he's a demonic monk who gives even Buddhist School a headache. Once I've completely sealed him away, I'll set up an array to reclaim our fortune. At that time, you might die."

"I'm blessed with good fortune, and you're trying to take my life. Aren't you afraid of the backlash from that good fortune?"

Xu Qi'an's face was pale, not from fear, but from weakness.

"The Imperial Censor dares not touch Zhen De because he is the Imperial Censor of the Great Feng. Five hundred years ago, he rose to the rank of First Rank precisely because of this line of imperial family. Killing the emperor is tantamount to destroying one's own foundation. The fortune you possess also comes from this lineage."

"Killing you won't destroy my foundation; I'll only suffer the backlash. And, for some reason, this backlash will be even lighter than when a high-level expert deals with you."

The white-robed Warlock laughed.

"What are the reasons? Is it related to the fact that you hid your luck in me back then?" Xu Qi'an squinted.

The white-robed Warlock, seemingly unrelated to the question, replied, "Do you know why the Supervisor betrayed me back then? And why I was demoted from Subordinate First Rank to a second-rank official?"

Xu Qi'an shook his head.

The white-robed Warlock said, "If you knew what the first and second ranks of the Warlock System were called, you would be able to figure many things out for yourself."

The seventh nail pierced Xu Qi'an's central acupoint.

Blood and sweat mingled, staining his tattered blue robe red. He paused for a moment, then nodded.

"I am indeed very curious about the truth behind the supervisor's murder of his master."