Release of the fairyland blue bird, the witch said she couldn't stand it

Chapter 355 The Nine-Turn Evil Confucian!

Nine-Turn Immortal!

No one expected it.

This kind of thing actually alarmed that old geezer of the Qin family had to personally intervene.

Even Jiang Chen was secretly alarmed.

really.

All the rumors on the Spirit Continent are not unfounded; the Qin family truly does have such a supreme being overseeing things.

However, he didn't know which ancestor of the Qin family had cultivated to such a level.

But then again.

These are just minor squabbles between younger generations.

Even if it triggered the blessing of literature and the Dao, logically it shouldn't have made a rogue cultivator at the ninth level of cultivation restless, right?
A dark crack suddenly appeared in the sky above the square, and the ancient bronze coffin, shrouded in decaying literary aura, slowly emerged.

"Ancestor?!"

Qin Hong's knee slammed into the bluestone floor tile three inches deep, and his previous arrogance vanished completely.

Qin Xiao was forced to the ground by the pressure of the loose immortal, and his jade crown shattered with a snap.

In the VIP section, Jiang Chen lightly tapped the armrest with his fingertips, and Huang Wansan immediately reported this telepathically:

Qin Wudi, a ninth-level Loose Immortal, once used his self-created technique, the "Three Tribulations of the Devious Confucian," to powerfully curse and kill a fellow Loose Immortal a thousand years ago. Rumor has it that his lifespan is nearing its end, and he has been in seclusion in his ancestral land for nearly a century.

Qin Wudi?
Jiang Chen had some recollection of it.

This man is also a legendary figure, and the first "evil Confucian" on the Spiritual Continent.

Such unorthodox cultivators are inherently difficult to deal with, as their methods are unpredictable and ordinary people lack the experience to handle them.

However, only someone like him exists.

That's why he was alarmed by the blessing bestowed by the literary master and was prompted to leave the pass.

Perhaps a blessing from Wendao can help him reach even greater heights?
The moment the bronze coffin hit the ground, the earth's spiritual energy in the entire Zhulu Mountain range suddenly surged.

The seemingly rusty verdigris on the surface of the coffin peeled away, revealing the star-patterned immortal gold inside, one of the supreme immortal golds known as "burial of the Dao, not of people".

Anyone with a keen eye and experience at the scene could see it.

This star-patterned immortal gold was forged by ten thousand years of gentle fire, and for Confucian cultivators, it is even more precious than immortal artifacts!

Not to mention it's such a big piece.

'click--'

When the coffin lid was moved three inches away, what surged out was not the aura of death, but rather a tangible aura of talent.

When Qin Wudi's hunched figure stepped out of the star-studded coffin, the natal artifacts of all the Confucian cultivators present trembled.

This ancient monster, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, wore a patched linen robe, and his withered, chicken-claw-like right hand was clutching half a moldy millet cake.

What's most horrifying is his face.

The left side of his face was covered with age spots, while the right side was as smooth as a baby's.

The vertical mark between his eyebrows was not a wrinkle, but a Taoist wound left from when he forcefully received the precious book "Spring and Autumn Annals" from the Confucian Temple. At this moment, black blood was seeping out with each breath.

As his cloudy right eye swept over the inscription of "Bring in the Wine," his left eye, which had been petrified for three hundred years, suddenly began to move, and the pupil reflected the strange image of the Yellow River surging.

"Ancestor!"

Qin Hong hurriedly crawled over on his knees:

"My grandson discovered someone was stealing from my Qin family's property."

'Snapped! '

The millet cake smashed into pieces on Qin Hong's face.

"The true essence of literature and the Way..."

At this moment, the withered old monster stared intently at the broken stone carving, two clusters of embers flickering violently in its eye sockets.

"What a thieving scholar! How dare he steal from my Qin clan!"

He let out a laugh that sounded like sandpaper rubbing against his throat, and suddenly grabbed at Bai Lingtian's head.

"presumptuous!"

Nine powerful and righteous auras surged towards Qin Wudi, blocking his attack.

"Old monster! What evidence do you have that 'Drinking Alone Under the Moon' is a poem from your Qin clan?!"

"You wicked Confucian scholar, how dare you claim that such an exquisite article is from your Qin clan? Bah!"

"Heh heh, I've lived for thousands of years, and this is the first time I've ever seen something so shameless!"

The elders of various academies pointed at Qin Wudi's nose and cursed him.

"Your mother's dead! I'll curse your whole family to death, you wooden creatures!"

"Huh, where did this military officer come from?"

"Who cares? No matter how much you curse this old geezer, it's never too much!"

The spirit and integrity of a scholar!

Even if a rogue cultivator at the ninth level of cultivation were to attack, the nine academies would not tolerate him directly attacking Bai Lingtian.

It's being broadcast live right now!

If we give in to them, what kind of talk will it make?!
Bai Lingtian is attending your grand event.

He composed an immortal poem, which triggered the blessing of literature, but was ultimately drained of his literary energy by an old monster to prolong his life.

In terms of emotion and reason, in public and private matters.

None of the nine academies would allow this to happen!
"Qin Wudi! Don't make a mistake for yourself!"

at last.

Dean Lu Ming of Zhulu Academy made his move. His hair and beard bristled, and the whisk in his hand exploded into countless silver threads, weaving a restriction based on the Book of Rites in the void:
"This boy has received the bowing of the Confucian statue; how dare you touch him?!"

"Ah"

Black blood seeped from Qin Wudi's left eye, and the moment the blood drop hit the ground, it transformed into twisted seal script, corroding the silver thread restriction and causing it to hiss and emit white smoke.

"A few juniors like you dare to stop me? Even your teachers have to show me the respect due to a junior!"

Before he finished speaking, his hunched body suddenly straightened up.

The patched linen clothes fluttered even without wind, revealing a hideous scar running horizontally across his chest.

Those are the calamity marks left by the Heavenly Dao when the "Three Calamities of the Deceptive Confucian Scholar" was completed!
"not good!"

The judge from Haoran Academy suddenly crushed the jade pendant at his waist.

"Form the Nine Palaces Script Array!"

The nine great Confucian scholars instantly teleported, each unleashing their natal literary artifacts.

Dean Lu Ming's "Spring and Autumn Annals" bamboo slips, the poor old man's "River Chart" fragments, and the jade flute of the talented female scholar—nine streams of literary energy soared into the sky, intertwining in the air to form a nine-palace star map.

But Qin Wudi merely raised his right hand, stained with millet cake crumbs, and his withered fingers traced a hook across the air:
"Jie."

A single, simple word caused the entire literary array to tremble violently.

The brilliant literary style suddenly became dull, as if its essence had been extracted by an invisible hand.

The nine Confucian scholars groaned in unison, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

"The third stage of the Literary Tribulation?!"

Dean Lu Ming was utterly horrified:

"You actually cultivated the heretical and evil 'Three Tribulations of the Devious Confucian Scripture' to the level of a pseudo-immortal?!"

Suddenly, the paving stones in the square cracked, and countless black blood-red seal characters crawled out from the cracks, wrapping around the nine great scholars like living creatures.

With each inch that the seal script climbed, the literary artifacts of the great scholars became one step dimmer.

This is an evil art that directly erodes the foundation of Confucianism and Taoism!
Jiang Chen squinted his eyes in the VIP section.

to be frank.

He's not happy right now.

I haven't felt this unhappy for a very, very long time.

If it were a normal day...

He was happy to be a bystander and watch their powerful battle unfold.

But what day is it today?
He personally invited Connor and the others to attend the grand academy gathering on the Spirit Continent.

As a result, this mistake occurred.

This is tantamount to slapping him in the face.

Connor and the others had already shut up.

They clearly understood that they couldn't say anything at this moment, let alone mention helping to suppress the old monster.

Regardless of what they say or do.

They're all disrespecting Jiang Chen, the host. The best solution would be to just stay quiet and watch.

Huang Wansan said softly:

"President, should we call in more people? This place isn't far from the Jade Pool Holy Land, and it seems that Holy Master Ji is also a guest there."

"hold on."

Jiang Chen lightly tapped the armrest with his fingertips, his tone icy as he said:

"Since it has already happened, let's see what level this old monster is at. A Nine-Turn Evil Confucian, this is the first time such a thing has appeared on the Spirit Qi Continent."

At this moment, Qin Wudi had already strolled to the inscription of "Bring in the Wine" and stroked the golden characters "The Yellow River's waters come from the sky" with his withered hand.

What's truly chilling is that the writing seemed to writhe and crawl into his fingertips like a living thing!

"stop!"

Bai Lingtian suddenly sprang to his feet, discovering that the talent within his body was boiling uncontrollably:
"You won't dare to defile this poem!"

"Defilement?"

Qin Wudi's left eye suddenly turned 180 degrees, staring straight at Bai Lingtian:

"Little one, do you know what true Confucianism and Taoism are?" A black aura suddenly shot out from his rotten sleeve, causing all the Confucian scholars in the entire square to erupt uncontrollably.

It seems we have encountered the true "King of Confucianism and Taoism," and we are filled with fear and trembling!
At the critical moment, the seventy-two statues of the Confucian Temple suddenly turned around, and the bamboo slips in their hands moved without wind, transforming into golden chains that wrapped around Qin Wudi.

"Stubborn."

Qin Wudi sneered, and the wound on his chest suddenly split open, spurting out foul-smelling black blood.

The blood droplets in the air transformed into the four characters "Do not look at what is improper," which corroded the golden chain of the holy statue, making it sizzle!
There was total silence.

Everyone was shocked by this mind-blowing scene.

The power of the sages in the Confucian Temple was actually suppressed by the evil Confucian arts?!

"see it?"

Qin Wudi's voice suddenly resounded throughout the entire venue:

"So-called sages are nothing more than stubborn old men who have been eliminated by the times."

He pointed his withered finger to his chest:
"True Confucianism and Taoism should be like this calamity scar—defying the heavens and seizing the power of creation!"

Before he finished speaking, the entire Zhulu Mountain Range suddenly trembled violently.

The ancient bell atop the mountain rang out with a clang, its sound tinged with a painful roar—a sign that the earth's spiritual energy was being forcibly extracted!
The nine great scholars looked ashen-faced.

They finally understood why Qin Wudi had come out of seclusion.

This old monster wants to use the literary blessing brought about by "Bring in the Wine" to refine the literary energy of the entire academy's mountain range for his own use!

This guy is probably about to ascend to immortality!
Moreover, he's not very confident about ascending to immortality. Given the "Confucianism and Taoism" he cultivates, the power of his first tribulation is probably comparable to someone else's ninth tribulation.

Therefore, Qin Wudi wanted to take this opportunity to leave the pass and plunder literary energy, so as to increase his chances of passing the Heavenly Tribulation.

Is this the power of a Nine-Turn Immortal?
Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes.

One person actually managed to shake up the entire literary energy of the Zhulu Academy.

Could I do that myself?

Jiang Chen had never tried it before. What kind of person would he be, taking over someone else's earth veins for no reason?

"President, how about we..."

Huang Wansan spoke again.

"No rush. The nine great academies have existed since ancient times. You don't think that's all they're capable of, do you?"

To seize the academy's land veins?

If you want to do something else, maybe people will back down because they are afraid of your Nine-Turn Loose Immortal strength.

But now you've essentially severed their foundation!
How can I bear this?

At this moment, Dean Lu Ming's face had turned from red to black with anger.

There is no other reason.

This grand exchange event is being held on our own turf!

Dean Lu Ming suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the bronze bell hanging in front of his chest.

'clang--'

The moment the bell tolled, all seventy-two peaks of the Zhulu Mountain Range lit up with golden array patterns.

The earth vein energy that Qin Wudi had extracted suddenly solidified, turning into countless golden threads that rolled back!

"Old man!"

Dean Lu Ming's hempen robe bulged like a ball, and his originally hunched back was now ramrod straight.

"Do you really think my Zhulu Academy is made of paper?"

A rusty bronze axe had appeared in his hand without his knowledge, and the two characters "Wang Zhi" on the handle were gleaming with a bluish light.

This is the divine axe left behind by Wang Zhi, the first headmaster of Luming Academy, in the story of "Watching Chess and Rotten Axe Handle"!
"Fellow Taoists!"

Dean Lu Ming's voice was like thunder:

"Form the 'Cutting the Axe Handle' formation!"

Upon hearing this, the nine great scholars immediately changed their formation and no longer held back.

The poor old man tore open the patch on his chest, revealing the densely packed chapters of the Book of Songs on the inner lining.

The talented female cultivator's jade flute exploded, revealing a genuine copy of "Admonitions for Women" hidden inside!
"interesting."

Qin Wudi's rotting right cheek suddenly peeled off, revealing writhing black seal script inside.

The words crawled all over half of his body like maggots, forming the bizarre text of "The Three Tribulations of the Strange Confucian Scholar".

"Back then, Wang Zhi missed chopping wood because he was watching a game of chess."

The old monster grinned sinisterly and reached for his left chest:

"Today I will show you what it truly means to suffer three calamities at first sight and ruin your life!"

‘Stab it——’

He actually tore off the left half of his own body!
The aged body turned into black water the moment it hit the ground, while what was exposed to the air was the true form of a wicked scholar, condensed from the literary energy of countless wronged souls!
Each wronged soul was a Confucian scholar he had devoured, and at this moment they were wailing verses from the Analects and the Great Learning within his body.

The most horrifying part is the heart area—where half a fragment of the "Spring and Autumn Annals," a priceless treasure of the Confucian Temple, is embedded!

Look.

When Qin Wudi was severely injured by the Spring and Autumn Brush, he did not choose to force it out of his body.

Instead, they tried to taint this precious fragment of the Confucian Temple with their own evil energy, attempting to keep it for their own use!
"Literary Calamity - Ten Thousand Devours!"

Qin Wudi's chest cavity suddenly collapsed, forming a pitch-black vortex.

The "Cutting the Axe" array pattern that the nine great Confucian scholars had just condensed was forcibly torn away, and even the divine axe in Dean Lu Ming's hand began to tremble violently!
Jiang Chen's brow twitched, and he quickly reminded him:
"Dean, be careful! He's going to use the Three Tribulations of the Devious Confucian Scripture to corrupt the King's Divine Axe!"

really.

The text patterns that were sucked into the vortex were twisting and deforming.

"As if cutting and polishing" becomes "as if peeling and cutting", and "as if carving and grinding" becomes "as if gnawing and biting"!
"late."

After glancing at Jiang Chen, Qin Wudi's evil Confucian true form suddenly swelled, and his withered finger pointed at Dean Lu Ming's brow:
"Your old bones are just right to be the final ingredient in my tribulation!"

at this time.

The sounds of morning bells and evening drums resounded simultaneously from all seventy-two peaks of Zhulu Academy.

The mountain mists were suddenly torn apart by countless streaks of light—the trails of the three thousand great scholars from the academy arriving on their swords.

The literary aura trailing behind them intertwined with the "Great Way" chapter of the Book of Rites.

"Array up!"

The seventy-two peak masters descended from the sky, each holding a bronze oil lamp, stepping on the "River Diagram" array plate.

The burning wick contained fragments of manuscripts from past scholars of the academy, with countless illusory figures appearing in the firelight.

From the first president Wang Zhi to modern Confucian scholars, the lingering regrets of past sages are awakened at this moment!
"Please summon the sacred artifact!"

With a loud shout from Dean Lu Ming, a deafening roar echoed from the depths of the academy.

The "Chess Viewing Pavilion," which had stood for ten thousand years, suddenly rose from the ground, and the stone table inside the pavilion shattered with a crash, revealing the original "Rotten Chess Game" buried deep beneath!
The black and white chess pieces automatically spun and rearranged, evolving in the air into the same immortal chess game that Wang Zhi had witnessed years ago.

"You old codger! Today I'll show you the true meaning of passing the torch!"

At the same time, three thousand great scholars of Zhulu Academy slit their wrists, their blood splattering onto the bronze oil lamps.

As the flames surged, the phantom images of those sages solidified into physical forms.

In particular, the phantom of the first dean, Wang Zhi, actually reached out and grasped the bronze axe in Dean Lu Ming's hand.

'Buzz—'
The moment the divine axe touched the hand of the sage, the rust on the axe blade peeled off, revealing the star-patterned blade inside.

Those star patterns are the original inscriptions of the "Rotten Chess Classic," and they are now echoing the chessboard in the air.

Qin Wudi's true form as a heretical Confucian scholar suddenly froze.

The fragment of the Spring and Autumn Annals embedded in his chest trembled violently, resonating with the illusory image of Wang Zhi, which was a supreme treasure of literature and the Way.

"I see."

Jiang Chen squinted, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the cracks in the armrest.

"Using the noble spirit of successive deans to inspire the *Lanke Jing*, and then using the treasures of the Confucian Temple as a guide..."

As if confirming his guess, Dean Luming suddenly raised the Wangzhi Axe and loudly recited:

"A true gentleman observes chess in silence."

The three thousand great scholars immediately replied:

"A true man never regrets his moves!"

The sound wave caused Qin Wudi's evil aura to dissipate.

Suddenly, the last piece was placed on the chessboard in the air, and the earth vein energy of the entire Zhulu Mountain Range instantly materialized into the chessboard's warp and weft, firmly locking Qin Wudi in the [Center] position.

"impossible!"

Qin Wudi's rotting half of his face twitched violently.

"How dare you use the essence of the *Rotten Chess Manual*? This will cause the academy's geomantic veins to dry up for three hundred years!"

Dean Lu Ming's white hair stood on end, and the divine axe in his hand had transformed into a dazzling galaxy:
"You've practically drained the very essence of my academy, and now you're saying this? To eradicate these heretical scholars, let alone three hundred years—"

The instant the axe blade struck, all the phantom images of the ancient sages simultaneously reached out and placed their hands on the back of the axe:

"What does three thousand years matter!"

Where the axe flashed, time and space seemed to be torn apart.

Everyone clearly saw the fragment of the Spring and Autumn Annals on Qin Wudi's chest burst forth with golden light, actively drawing the axe blade to strike his own evil Confucian true form.

This precious artifact of the Confucian Temple ultimately chose to uphold orthodoxy!
"ah!!!"

Qin Wudi let out a howl that sounded inhuman.

His evil Confucian true form cracked like pottery, and the vengeful souls of the Confucian scholars who had been devoured seized the opportunity to break free and form the four characters "righteous spirit" in the air, which in turn suppressed his true form.

Just then, the blessings of literature absorbed by Jiang Chen and Bai Lingtian suddenly erupted a second time.

The Yellow River's waters descended from the heavens, washing away the shattered "Bring in the Wine" inscription into a golden torrent, which, along with the axe's light, poured into the calamity scar on Qin Wudi's chest!
Won?

(End of this chapter)