Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 619 It's Falling Eagle Gorge again. Could it be that Zhang Qingyang is in Falling Eagle Gorge?

"The wrath of Heaven is unpredictable, Mr. Yao, you should return now." Zhuang Moxuan laughed loudly, and the bluish-gray ink marks on his hands transformed into endless threads, which then intertwined with the light and shadow of the golden seal in his hands.

"boom--"

Above the entire prefectural governor's mansion, streaks of ink marks intertwined with golden light, condensing into patterns of the Great Dao.

This place is the governor's residence of Donghan County in the Great Qin Dynasty, and it is protected by the power of the Heavenly Dao of the Great Qin.

The golden seal in Zhuang Moxuan's hand further mobilized the power of the Great Qin Heavenly Dao.

With the power of this golden seal, Zhuang Moxuan, who had reached the pinnacle of Confucianism and Taoism, displayed power at the level of a Grandmaster when he made a move!

"Dangdangdang——"

Countless golden and black patterns collided, and the golden dragon and the ink marks tore at each other, neither advancing nor retreating.

"The methods of killing used by Confucian and Taoist sects on Qingtian Continent." Yao Baiyue's eyes revealed a hint of solemnity as she looked at Zhuang Moxuan in front of her.

Both being Confucian cultivators, those on Qingtian Continent constantly contend with immortals and demons, and many of their cultivation paths are based on killing and warfare.

In comparison, the Confucian and Taoist traditions on Yongtian Continent are far more peaceful.

A vast golden light gathered around Yao Baiyue, and ink suddenly condensed at her fingertips into a judge's pen over ten feet long.

With a flick of the wrist, the ethereal becomes tangible!
As the judge's pen swept across the sky, it wrote the four characters "The sky tilts to the northwest." Instantly, the entire sky above Donghan County was folded and rolled up like a sheet of rice paper!

What immense power!

"Om-"

The golden seal guarding Zhuang Moxuan's hand emitted a groan of unbearable strain, and the nine dark-colored chains with gold patterns broke inch by inch.

Beside him, Meng Haoran moved, took a step forward, and slashed out with his long sword.

"Listen to the sword's cry—"

The "Ode to Righteousness" condensed on Meng Haoran's sword, and his righteous spirit transformed into three thousand gleaming flying swords.

As the rain of swords collided with the collapsing sky, Zhuang Moxuan closed his eyes and murmured, "Confucius said, 'I do not enlighten those who are not eager to learn—'"

As the voice fell, the shattered golden patterns on the golden seal in his hand reformed into the character "悟" (enlightenment) in his palm. The eight hundred years of literary fortune of Donghan County transformed into a golden lotus that gushed forth from the earth's veins!

Golden lotuses sprang from the ground, and flowers rained down from the sky.

The chant of the Great Way endures forever!
This clash between the top Confucian and Taoist experts in the Eastern Territory came suddenly and took place in a small space, with few outsiders able to witness it.

But whether it was Yao Baiyue, Zhuang Moxuan, or Meng Haoran, at this moment, as their righteous energy collided, endless light and shadow, as well as ink marks, transformed into insights into cultivation.

Yao Baiyue, her robes fluttering, stepped on the head of the black dragon, looking at Zhuang Moxuan supported by the golden lotus, a light smile appearing on her face: "Forcedly activating the mountain and river cultural veins to break through the realm?"

"Unfortunately, this place is not your Azure Sky Continent!"

With his judge's pen, he wrote "drawing a circle on the ground as a prison" in four large purple-gold seal characters. The boiling golden lotus of literary fortune was cracked by the black seal characters' chains!
The methods of the Confucian and Taoist masters were truly heaven-reaching!

Blocked by the ink-colored seal script, Zhuang Moxuan's powerful energy became unstable.

"Qiang!"

Meng Haoran's sword light was stained with blood, and his sword intent burst forth with a roar like a tiger and a dragon.

"Come again——"

Where the sword blade slices through, the images of "Jianjia" and "Guanju" are transformed into bronze chimes, and the majestic sword formation and the killing weapons are perfectly integrated, cutting a gap in the dark seal chain!
With poetry as a sword, one can block a million soldiers.

Holding his sword, Meng Haoran walked forward, with golden spears and iron horses appearing behind him.

On Qingtianzhou, Meng Haoran witnessed Zhang Yuan wielding a knife and fighting with unrestrained joy, which deeply moved him.

That's why he made this trip to Yongtianzhou.

In the Eastern Territory, Meng Haoran excelled in both poetry and swordsmanship, honing his skills in both swordsmanship and Confucianism, eventually reaching the Grandmaster realm.

He came to Donghan County this time to see Zhang Yuan, and also to protect Zhuang Moxuan and help Zhuang Moxuan become a Grandmaster.

"boom--"

With Meng Haoran's sword assistance, Zhuang Moxuan's righteous aura finally solidified, and the light and shadow of the Great Dao swirled around him, soaring into the sky.

Breaking through the barrier.

Great master!
“Interesting.” Yao Baiyue looked up at the swirling ink and slowly took out a tortoise-patterned inkstone from her sleeve.

As soon as the inkstone was taken out, the dark patterns on it merged with the radiant golden light, transforming directly into nine monstrous dragons.

He paused with his judge's pen, about to unleash his brushstrokes, when suddenly the clear sound of a jade chime came from the back hall.

"The three of you must not destroy the noble purple aura that nurtures my husband's soul."

Although Zhao Yu's voice was light, it seemed to pierce through the void.

Yao Baiyue's pupils contracted as she looked ahead. On the roof of the prefectural governor's mansion floated half a scroll of the Spring and Autumn Annals, emitting a purple light; the aftershocks of the fierce battle had been quietly absorbed by this book.

"To save the Marquis of Qingyang from his injury, the princess even brought the Emperor's letter."

Yao Baiyue's aura dissipated, and he nodded, saying, "I have known Qingyang Marquis for a while, and this page of the Qingnang Book in my hand is just right to suppress my physical body."

He raised his hand and waved, and a page of a blue scroll flew down and hovered in front of him.

His figure trembled, transformed into a blue light and shadow, and disappeared from the spot.

"He didn't use his full strength."

Zhuang Moxuan shook his head and put away the golden seal in his hand.

"The Golden Body of the Great Dao, it's hard to say whether his true form even exists in Yongtian Continent." Meng Haoran sheathed his longsword and turned to look at Zhuang Moxuan.

"Now that you have broken through to the next level, I will not stay here."

"When Zhang Juzheng returns, please ask him for me how to enter the realm of the profound after breaking through the illusions of swordsmanship."

After saying that, he glanced at the courtyard behind him, then his figure transformed into a sword light and soared into the sky.

The direction he headed was also towards Eagle Fall Gorge.

Watching Meng Haoran leave, Zhuang Moxuan reached out and took the page of the scroll left by Yao Baiyue, then delivered it to the quiet room in the back.

In the quiet room, Zhao Yu, who had an account book laid out in front of her, took the pages and smiled.

"Zhang Yuan said that this senior Yao had no intention of harming him, and it seems to be true."

"This page of the Qingnang Book is worth a million gold pieces."

Upon hearing Zhao Yu's words, Zhuang Moxuan, who was walking towards the door, twitched at the corner of his mouth.

What is priceless in the eyes of Confucian and Taoist practitioners is worth a million gold coins in the eyes of Princess Yu Ruo.

Even millions of dollars couldn't buy this one page of the book, could they?
Also, did Yao Baiyue really leave voluntarily?
It was only when he saw the Spring and Autumn Annals here that he realized the matter was hopeless and left.

If the power of the Great Dao were used to activate the image of the sage within this Scroll of Sages and elicit the words of the sages, it would possess a power capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Outside the prefectural government, Yao Baiyue, dressed in a gray robe, looked up at the distant sword light, her eyes gleaming.

"It's Eagle Falling Gorge again. Could it be that Zhang Qingyang is in Eagle Falling Gorge?"

He had just realized that the formidable defenses of the Donghan County Prefectural Governor's Office were all an illusion.

Marquis Zhang Yuan of Qingyang is definitely not in the prefect's residence.

After a moment's hesitation, he moved, transforming into a gentle breeze, and rushed towards the direction of Falling Eagle Gorge.

……

Outside of Luoying Gorge.

Three thousand patrolling guards surrounded Yu Rangcheng, their large shields forming a circular formation.

Arrows rained down from the mountain ridge, shooting five hundred feet high, and could pierce through a large shield if they struck it.

The soldiers gritted their teeth, and even when arrows pierced their arms and blood splattered, they did not retreat in the slightest.

There is no way to retreat.

The Eagle Falling Gorge behind them was too narrow for the three thousand troops to retreat.

"Om-"

In the distance, a deafening roar resounded.

The commanding officer's expression changed drastically. He leaped out of the formation, shouting, "Burning crossbows, disperse!"

He swung his long sword down to meet the whistling, ten-foot-long, dark crossbow bolt.

"boom--"

The longsword shattered, and the captain's body flew backward, crashing into the shield formation, shattering seven shields. Blood gushed from his mouth, and he immediately lost consciousness.

A martial artist at the late stage of the Innate Realm cannot withstand a single crossbow bolt that could burn the city.

Yu Rangcheng looked solemnly at the rows of crossbows on the mountain ridge, their surfaces gleaming with the light of thunder and fire.

Those trembling lights and shadows were a signal to summon them!
"It's too late to stop it..."

His voice had barely faded when a deafening roar echoed across the mountains.

A hundred crossbow bolts pierced the sky and arrived!

(End of this chapter)