My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 301 Extremely Critical!
"die!!"

"open!"

"Bang!!"

"Run!"

"The gods of the Eastern Cult have killed people!"

"His Majesty has died!!"

"........."

chaos.

Extreme chaos.

A scene of tens of thousands of people fleeing.

Commoners,江湖人士 (jianghu figures), 士族 (gentry), men and women, children...

There was nowhere to escape in this chaos.

Trampling, crowding, shouting, begging for mercy...

The night of the blood moon.

The grand ceremony for ancestor worship in the Jiang Kingdom, which should have been filled with cheers and excitement, did not take place as expected.

Instead, it was killing, panic, and fleeing.

The government troops and the rebels clashed.

The disciples of the Eastern Cult and the martial artist were locked in a fierce standoff.

On the towering, scarlet altar.

The wrinkles on Dongfang Cang's face have gradually disappeared.

Although it is still old, the somber atmosphere has disappeared.

His cloudy eyes became clear and bright.

However, those bright eyes were now empty.

Blood had already stained the altar.

Opposite the Eastern Ancestor, a figure stood with an extremely pale face.

Sweat dripped from his brow into his eyes.

Ling Xuzi raised his arms, his spiritual energy still continuously being channeled into the light in the air.

He was also unable to move.

The warriors around the altar, their eyes bloodshot, brandished their weapons, trying to rush into the altar and break the sacrifice.

but……

"Humph!"

The disciples of the Eastern Sect remained indifferent.

They held the colorful treasures in their hands above their heads.

Like a thick, massive wall, it firmly kept those warriors and soldiers outside.

"Fellow Daoist, why are you tired so soon?"

A chubby little boy stood beside Ling Xuzi with a mocking expression.

He held a talisman in his left hand and looked up at Ling Xuzi with a smile.

His eyes gleamed with a cunning that belied his age.

"Hmph, I can only suppress him for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. If I were to let you come, I'm afraid you would be slapped to ashes before you even get close."

Ling Xuzi first glanced at the martial artists who were blocked outside.

He looked up again at the phantom of Dongfang Cang on the altar.

His face radiated a confident and assured smile.

Clearly, they weren't worried at all about the battle between the third-rank demon king and several fourth-rank martial artists.

"Alright, go and kill that Princess Wencheng."

"If we keep the Empress alive after her death, it might have some impact on your ascension to the throne."

At this point, he frowned and looked up ahead:

"Also, the disciples of the Eastern Sect won't be able to hold out for long. I would appreciate it if you could lend them a hand."

"If I were to be affected at this moment and that old thief from the East were to break free, the consequences would be unimaginable."

Upon hearing the words "ascend the throne," Gu Yuqing's displeasure vanished instantly.

He grinned and said, "Fellow Daoist, you've thought of everything."

"only……"

He looked up at the empty gaze of the Eastern Cang in the sky.

His brow furrowed slightly.
"It's been half an incense stick's time already, why hasn't the Bifang Demon King returned yet?"

Ling Xuzi laughed heartily, his face pale.
"A third-rank demon king like him can't possibly handle three mere fourth-rank martial artists, let alone ten more!"

"it is good!"

With these words, Gu Yuqing's worries vanished, and she raised her head with extreme confidence:
"Then I will lend you another helping hand, fellow Daoist!"

Finished.

He took a deep breath and looked at the warriors.

"Rejuvenation".

As his voice faded.

The talisman paper was torn.

A gentle force moved forward.

"Om~"

The Eastern Cult disciples blocking their path shuddered. Each of them felt a strange power flow into their bodies, invigorating their previously weary physique!

The spiritual energy consumed in the recent battle is slowly recovering.

"This is truly my last talisman."

Gu Yuqing looked at Ling Xuzi with a pained expression.

These special talismans in my hand are becoming increasingly rare, one less with each use.

If you must hate someone, you can only hate that their true form isn't here.

…………

"kill!!"

Butterfly's face was covered in blood.

Her legs were trembling.

The Emei double-pronged daggers in her hands tumbled up and down like butterflies.

With each person she killed, a flower of blood bloomed on her face.

On the other side, Niu Baiye swung his giant axe, sweeping away a whole area with a single blow.

"Protect His Highness!!"

He looked at the armored soldiers surging up like a tide, his face showing determination!

"kill!!"

Niu Baiye and Die'er formed a wall, firmly protecting Wencheng behind them.

Princess Wencheng was trembling with fear.

She huddled in the corner, her small hands gripping the hem of her clothes tightly.

Ahead of her, Butterfly was desperately blocking the rebels.

The thousand armored soldiers who had followed Duke Cao Jiangcheng to the capital took command of the disciples of the Eastern Sect after Duke Cao's death.

"waste!"

Gu Yuqing manipulated the talisman in her hand and flew to this place.

He gave a cold look at the armored soldiers who had been unable to break through the defenses for so long.

Then he looked up at Die'er:
"Several hundred soldiers are struggling to besiege two mid-level martial artists."

His voice was very young.

But the coldness in his tone made it impossible for anyone to look him in the eye.

"Little Qing'er..." Princess Wencheng, huddled in the corner, heard this familiar voice and pressed her lips tightly together.
"Who...are you...why are you with those bad people?"

She had seen everything that had just happened in the square.

He naturally knew that the Gu Yuqing standing before him, his own blood-related nephew, was probably...

"You lowly servant! I'm tired of being called that!"

The name "Xiao Qingzi" was like igniting a powder keg.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuqing abruptly looked up, her gaze turning icy as she looked at Wen Cheng:
"I'm going to pull out all your teeth, one by one!"

Princess Wencheng's body was trembling.

Her tears flowed uncontrollably.

His clothes were already soaked with fear.

"Xiao Qingzi...you..."

In her panic, her mind went blank, her voice was frantic, and she was only mechanically speaking.

She herself didn't know what she was saying.

"With me here... don't even think about it!"

Butterfly was panting heavily at this moment.

She was extremely tired.

"We swear to protect His Highness with our lives!"

Niu Baiye's giant axe was incredibly swift; the hundred-pound battle axe looked like a small blade beneath his burly frame.

"General Niu, he has no more talismans left, there's no need to fear him!"

Die stared intently at Gu Yuqing, looking at him coldly.

"Humph!"

Gu Yuqing slowly raised her chin.

There was no emotion in his eyes.

He gently pulled out a piece of what looked like a block of wood from the wreckage.

"The most deadly secret technique of my Talisman Sect, besides talismans, is... puppetry."

"Unfortunately, when this kind of magic was introduced to the world, it became known as evil zombies?"

Gu Yuqing's voice was childish, and her tone was filled with pity:

"Evil zombie?"

"In this world, evil is never magic, but the human heart."

“Pah.”

As his palm gently turned downwards.

The piece of wood in his hand fell to the ground and immediately rose in height.

"Shh!"

Before long, it grew into a... familiar figure!

That's... Princess Wencheng?!
(End of this chapter)