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Chapter 241 The Great Confucian Scholar Emerges from Seclusion!

At this moment, a crazed light flashed in Luo Xiu's eyes.

He had made up his mind to launch this risky and decisive attack!
After all, all his subordinates were dead. If he were to slink back to the sect in such a sorry state, he would face a punishment far worse than death.

Therefore, only by redeeming oneself through meritorious deeds can one save oneself!

As long as he can defeat Xie Weining and seize that treasure of the academy, he can transform from a complete loser into a great hero of the sect!

"drink!"

Luo Xiu let out a low roar, pushing his demonic power to its limit. Dense demonic energy formed a tough black armor on his body, covered with strange runes and exuding an ominous aura.

This is the protective secret technique of the Netherbone Sect—the Demonic Armor.

Although it consumes a great deal of demonic energy, it can resist the impact of various energies to the greatest extent, especially the demon-repelling power of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism.

He refused to believe that with his demonic cultivation and the Demonic Armor, he couldn't withstand the remaining power of that treasure!

Having done all this, Luo Xiu no longer hesitated. He kicked off the roof with both legs, sending tiles flying, and then transformed into a black cannonball, hurtling towards Xie Weining's carriage with a sharp whooshing sound!

A hundred feet is covered in the blink of an eye.

He could clearly see the flickering golden halo on the carriage.

I guessed right, they really are at their last gasp!

Luo Xiu was overjoyed.

He had even already planned how to deal with Xie Weining after he captured her, and how to force her to reveal the origin and use of this treasure.

However, just as he was about to rush to the carriage, his sinister grin became uncontrollable.

An indescribable, chilling sense of crisis suddenly exploded from the deepest part of his soul!

It's a primal, instinctive tremor when facing an insurmountable natural enemy!
Luo Xiu's forward momentum abruptly halted, and the ecstasy on his face instantly froze, replaced by boundless horror and bewilderment.

It didn't come from that carriage!

Although the academy's treasure was powerful, it gave him a sense of grandeur and restraint, rather than this kind of pure, soul-freezing threat of death!
There is something even more terrifying!

Luo Xiu's mind went blank for a moment, and almost instinctively, he turned his head in horror, looking towards the direction from which the sense of crisis was coming from—the eastern horizon.

The night sky remained deep and dark, with a waning moon hanging high, and nothing else in sight.

But the death threat, like a thorn in one's back or an ice cave, became clearer and more intense.

run!
We have to run right now!
At this moment, only this one thought remained in Luo Xiu's mind.

He completely forgot about the academy's treasures and the idea of ​​redeeming himself through meritorious service.

In the face of true death, nothing else matters!
He dared not hesitate or take any chances any longer. He bit his tongue hard, forcibly reversing the demonic energy that was surging wildly within his body.

"puff!"

Spitting out a mouthful of black blood, Luo Xiu's aura instantly weakened, but his speed surged to its limit at that moment. Without even turning his head, he fled for his life in the opposite direction from the east!
At this moment, Luo Xiu had already used the secret technique of the Yougu Sect to its fullest extent. His whole body transformed into a wisp of black smoke, rapidly moving through the intricate buildings of the capital city.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the surrounding scenery rushed past.

He dared not linger for even a moment; he had only one thought in his mind: to escape!
The further away the better!

The sense of impending death looming over him was like a peerless sword hanging over his head, preventing him from even having the slightest thought of resistance.

He didn't know what it was.

But he knew that it was something he could not contend with.

They don't even have the right to look up to them!

So, are they those old monsters in the academy? Or are they hidden retainers in the palace?
Luo Xiu dared not think any further; all he wanted now was to escape this place of trouble as soon as possible.

In just a few breaths, he had escaped more than ten miles away.

The suffocating sense of crisis behind him seemed to have lessened somewhat.

A sliver of hope rose in Luo Xiu's heart.

But just then, a dazzling white light appeared on the eastern horizon without warning.

The white light was incredibly fast, seemingly ignoring spatial distance, appearing in the sky above the capital city in a single flash.

At the same time, a cold, indifferent snort, devoid of any emotion, drifted over.

The cold snort wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry a strange, magical power, resonating clearly deep within Luo Xiu's soul.

In an instant, Luo Xiu felt an indescribable pressure, like billions of mountains, suddenly attacking him from behind!
"what--!"

He let out a scream so shrill it was inhuman.

The plume of black smoke, which had already traveled more than ten miles away, suddenly jolted, as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and began to twist and tumble violently.

Within the black smoke, Luo Xiu's demonic smoke avatar was collapsing and dissolving at an alarming rate.

He felt as if his soul was about to be crushed by that terrifying pressure!
"No!"

At the final moment of life and death, Luo Xiu unleashed an unprecedented will to survive.

A crazy determination flashed in his eyes as he suddenly activated the most core life-saving secret technique of the Netherbone Sect—the Divine Dissolution Technique!
He had to endure the excruciating pain that tore his soul apart and willingly give up the demonic smoke avatar that he had painstakingly cultivated, as well as the demonic energy and divine consciousness contained within it!

boom!
With a muffled bang, the black smoke that had been imprisoned by invisible pressure exploded, turning into countless black specks of light that dissipated into the night sky.

Only a tiny, almost invisible wisp of divine consciousness struggled desperately to break free from the center of the explosion, then recklessly vanished into the void.

With just a cold snort, a master of the Demonic Sect was forced to abandon his avatar and lose ninety percent of his cultivation in order to barely escape with a trace of his divine consciousness.

Such methods are truly terrifying. At the same time, the rapidly flying white light on the long street slowly came to a stop, hovering in mid-air.

As the light faded, the figure of a woman dressed in a purple palace gown was revealed.

She floated silently in the air, the moonlight shining on her as if draping her in a layer of holy silver gauze.

The woman looked to be no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. Her appearance could not be described as stunningly beautiful, but her features were exquisite, as if carved by a knife and axe. Especially when combined, they gave people a sense of otherworldly holiness.

The key is her extraordinary temperament, as if she were not a person of this world, but a deity sitting on a high platform in a temple, receiving incense offerings from all people.

Cool, noble, and indifferent!

At this moment, the woman in palace attire lowered her head, her gaze sweeping across the blood-soaked, ravaged street below. She looked at the guards lying in pools of blood, their deaths tragic, and the Yougu Sect disciples who had been turned into mummies by the righteous energy. Finally, her gaze settled on the lonely carriage.

"strangeness."

She parted her lips slightly, her voice clear and cold like the clash of jade, "Isn't this a rubbing of Senior Brother Yan's Ode to Righteousness?"

"How did it end up in the hands of an ordinary woman?"

She knew Senior Brother Yan's personality all too well.

Although that senior brother was usually gentle and kind, he was more stubborn and principled than anyone else when it came to matters of principle.

Moreover, this rubbing of the "Ode to Righteousness" was a gift from his teacher, embodying Mr. Wenshan's indomitable will. It was something he cherished greatly and would not show to others casually, let alone give to others.

In particular, it was given to a mortal woman who had no connection with the cultivation world.

There must be something fishy about this.

and…….

The woman in purple frowned slightly as her gaze swept over the corpses of the Nether Bone Sect disciples on the ground.

"When did those demon bastards from the boundless sands dare to run wild in the capital?"

Her voice grew increasingly cold, "It seems that many interesting things have happened outside while I was in seclusion."

So, is it that the Xuanjing Division is incompetent? Or that the academy can't manage it anymore?
Or perhaps the Empress, who had only been on the throne for a few years, was no longer able to maintain order?

Thinking of this, a thoughtful look flashed in the eyes of the woman in purple.

She had no interest in the court's infighting and was completely indifferent to the changes in imperial power.

What she cares about is the chain reaction that might be triggered once this balance is broken.

Thinking of this, she slowly lowered her body and landed silently on the long street.

Then she walked to the carriage, stretched out her slender finger, and gently tapped the air.

An invisible, gentle force held up the carriage door, slowly opening it.

Then the scene inside the carriage came into her view.

A stunningly beautiful young woman was found huddled in the carriage, her face ashen, her eyes filled with terror and unease. Yet, she still held tightly to her back, protecting a maid who had fainted from fright.

On her chest, a brocade pouch was emitting a faint golden glow.

"May I have your name?"

The woman in purple asked, her voice still cold, but less aloof.

Xie Weining was startled by the sudden sound.

She looked up and finally saw the woman in purple who looked like a fairy.

Who...who is she?

Did she save him?
Xie Weining was filled with doubt and vigilance.

But the other person's extraordinary and refined aura prevented her from feeling any hostility.

"I...I'm Xie Weining," she answered nervously.

"Xie Weining..." The woman in purple murmured the name, then continued, "Where did you get this thing from?"

Xie Weining subconsciously clenched the brocade pouch that had become warm in her chest; it was a gift from her husband.

The thought of her husband dispelled much of the boundless fear in her heart, giving her a sense of reliance and courage.

Then she took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound less shaky.

“It was…it was given to me by my husband.”

"Your husband?"

The woman in purple frowned almost imperceptibly, and a slight change finally appeared in her indifferent eyes.

"What's his name?
"His name is Chen Ye."

When Xie Weining said this name, her tone unconsciously carried a hint of pride and dependence.

"Chen Ye..."

The woman in purple silently repeated the name in her mind, her thoughts racing.

There are no outstanding disciples with the surname Chen in the academy, and it seems that there is no such person among the cultivation families in the capital.

So, who exactly is this person?

(End of this chapter)