Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Clearly, Ye Zhu had seized control.

Attacked by Xiao and Ye Zhu, Tianhui Sect no longer bothered with them and went into slumber.

A charming female voice interrupted Ye Zhu: "If we're talking about foresight, my taking Wan Jie as the Dao Emperor's closed-door disciple has a good chance of securing the position of Dao Lord. This is the right way to rule the Central Plains."

Another cynical voice rang out: "Shut up, all of you. I can already sense the Ghost Qilin Master's firm steps toward the Confucian School."

"Hmph, Yu Lan!"

The dragon heads shook and argued incessantly until Yu Lan spoke up and they finally quieted down.

The Sky-Controlling Hero, standing to the side, broke out in a cold sweat.

Virtuous and ancient ways.

As the Ghost Qilin Master Fu Xi approached, the Supreme Palace of the Five Paths of Haozheng suddenly heard a terrifying dragon roar, followed by a sweep of evil energy, a shocking demonic atmosphere, and an instantaneous resonance between heaven and earth.

"Silence! What are you yelling about!"

The supreme embodiment of the Imperial Confucian scholar flew rapidly, unleashing a vast and powerful aura to suppress the dragon's roar.

But then, outside the ancient road of Defeng, a person was seen slowly approaching, waving a white bone fan.

"The land of marshes and rivers is now a battlefield, how can the people find joy in their simple lives? Please do not speak of the glory of being ennobled, for the success of one general is built upon the bones of ten thousand."

Yu Lijing led the Confucian heroes out to meet the enemy.

"My son, the head of the Confucian school, it's been a long time."

"How is that possible?"

Yu Lijing stared dumbfounded at Fu Zixi and the white bone fan that was constantly waving in his hand. Then, his bloodline resonated, and the ghost energy that had been drawn away by the Imperial Confucian and Legalist Confucian venerables surged back.

During the Battle of Blood River, Yu Lijing was still an infant. All the information about the Ghost Qilin Lord came from Jun Fengtian.

Despite the evil deeds committed by the fake Ghost Qilin Master, Yu Lijing could be certain that the person appearing before him now was his father.

Upon hearing the title "Fu Zi Xi," Yun Wanggui, Lou Qianying, and the others were greatly surprised and drew their swords, shouting:

"Nonsense!"

"How dare you slander your master! You demonic heretic, prepare to die!"

"kill!"

In an instant, the sword light flashed like snow. As everyone attacked forward, they formed a formation, creating a dense sword net that was as gentle as a breeze and unshakeable.

Fu Zixi sneered: "My son, as the son of the devil, you became the head of the Confucian school. Is it your power that makes them obey, or do you truly possess such charisma?"

Yu Lijing calmed down from his panic and pointed his sword: "Today, Yu Lijing will never allow demons and evil spirits to taint the Confucian spirit!"

"Heh, then don't blame your father for being ruthless and embarrassing you, the one in charge."

Chapter 406 Fighting a Small Team Competition of Confucianism

Beyond the ancient path of virtue, Fu Zixi and Yu Lijing, father and son, engage in a duel.

"My son, let your father see how the righteous path cultivates you, Evil God's Ultimate Technique - Heaven-Shattering Divine Seal!"

Fu Xi channeled the power of the evil god, and dark green evil energy condensed into countless ghostly forms, like fierce ghosts released from prison, devouring the sky and the earth. The entire Confucian school was shrouded in demonic aura, and evil currents surged inside and outside, causing countless Confucian scholars to cry out in alarm.

Orochi's Prison is the only soul that can use the evil aura. Its ultimate move is "Evil Riding and Strike," an impenetrable wall of evil.

Fu Zixi was personally chosen by Yu Lan, and the evil god's power he received also had a corrupting effect. As soon as this move was made, the Confucian school was plunged into panic.

"You have fallen so low as to become a lackey of evil gods. Today, the Confucian school will not let you succeed, not even if it is a perfect cover-up!"

To protect the Confucian school, Yu Lijing immediately unleashed his supreme technique. The Xuanjing Tianhuai in his hand erupted with dazzling holy light, its powerful force sweeping away the demonic aura and evil energy, restoring clarity to the entire world.

At the same time, alarm bells rang, and Yun Wanggui, Lou Qianying, and others led dozens of scholars to form the Qingjian Wei Formation to fight against the evil influence.

"Not bad, but not enough, Eight Mysterious Dance - Yama's Slash!"

Fu Zixi continued to test his son's studies. With a whirlwind, the white bone fan transformed into a thousand demonic blades, slashing down on Xuan Jingtianhuai.

The ultimate sword strike and the ultimate saber strike collided, leaving both father and son deeply shaken.

Yu Lijing wiped the crimson stain from the corner of his mouth, brandished his sword, and once again unleashed the martial arts of the Spring and Autumn Sacred Scroll: "A single stroke of rainbow spans a thousand autumns!"

In an instant, the sword transformed into a rainbow, piercing through heaven and earth, sweeping across the past and present, and powerfully slashing towards Fu Zixi.

Fu Zixi shook his sore and numb arms and sneered, "Innate Divine Emperor Qi, Jun Fengtian really treats you like his own son, Eight Profound Dance - Hell Demon Refinement!"

Once again, a terrifying demonic aura arose. This time, it was not the power of an evil god, but the deathly energy of a ghostly prison. A massive death force from the depths of the earth surged forth from various Confucian sects, transforming into deadly demons that relentlessly devoured souls.

As the evil divine power released by the Ghost Dragon King spread, the dragon head sealed in the Supreme Palace became restless again, letting out bursts of roars.

"Shut up!"

Imperial Confucian Master Lin Tianxing slammed his palm into the ground, and the Confucian light permeated down, transforming into immense power.

The dragon's head was suppressed and indeed quieted down.

Suddenly, an even more immense aura approached from afar, just as Lin Tianxing suppressed the dragon's head. This aura actually overwhelmed the entire Defeng Ancient Road.

"Hmm? Luo Hou!"

Luo Hou did not come alone; he brought Shao Hao, Yue Xunyuan, Ji Xiashang, and the Huang Quan couple with him, and they descended upon the Defeng Ancient Road together.

"My feet tread out of the flames of war, my hands grasp destruction, my name is Rahu."

His immense aura, majestic figure, and awe-inspiring, disdainful demeanor immediately shocked everyone, including Fu Zixi.

The person before them seemed capable of crushing the earth with the slightest flick of their finger.

As the head of the Confucian school, Yu Lijing calmly stepped forward to greet him: "Martial Lord, what brings you to the Confucian school?"

Luo Hou stated his purpose directly: "I have come for the sixth dragon head, to enter the Supreme Hall of the Five Paths of Haozheng."

"I'm sorry, Haozheng Five Paths is the highest place of Confucianism, please do not enter without permission."

"is it?"

The rhetorical question, uttered in just two simple words, carries an unyielding force.

Yu Lijing broke out in a cold sweat; the situation was on the verge of erupting.

Just then, a royal decree came from the direction of the Supreme Hall: "Master, let him in."

Yu Lijing opened the road to the five paths leading to Haozheng: "Your Majesty the Imperial Scholar invites the Martial Lord."

"Thank you."

Luo Hou reached out and swept his hand, and suddenly, golden light shone brightly, and heavenly flowers rained down. The surging Buddhist power was like the sun and moon shining on the earth, cleansing the entire Defeng Ancient Road from the outside in.

The power of the evil god and the aura of the ghostly prison vanished completely.

Fu Zixi, who was secretly observing Luo Hou, was shocked. Although Luo Hou's evil influence was only a small part of the transmission from Yu Lan, it was still able to penetrate the body and disturb the mind, like a carbuncle that clings to the bone.

Unexpectedly, the person before them was so extraordinary that he dispelled the evil influence with a mere flick of his wrist.

Watching the group enter Haozheng Five Paths, Fu Zixi kept waving his white bone fan to conceal his surprise and doubt.

"Li Jing, who exactly is this person?"

"Lord Tiandu, do you not even recognize your own comrades? Lord Tiandu has already released five dragon heads for your Heavenly Evil Clan."

That idiot comrade is clearly a jinx.

Fu Zixi cursed inwardly. He had just been reborn and knew nothing about the situation. It was the note on Xuanhuang Island that piqued his interest and led him to Defeng Ancient Road.

Fu Zixi was overjoyed to finally see his son, Yu Lijing, who was not only handsome but had also become the head of the Confucian school.

But her son was unaware of the evil god's terror. How could she protect her son when the evil god wreaked havoc on the land?

"Since you know that the Dragon Head has returned, you should also know that the Evil God will soon awaken. Once the Evil God comes to the East, the entire Divine Land will be overturned, the three religions will cease to exist, and the human world will be turned into a hell."

Yu Lijing's face immediately flashed with anger: "To save your own life by acting as an accomplice to a tyrant, is this the reason you pledge allegiance to the evil god?"

"My son, living is the most important thing. Walk with your father."

Yu Lijing scoffed at Fu Zixi's attempt to mislead him: "I would rather die with the Confucian school than betray my fellow disciple. Save your breath."

Seeing that the evil dye had failed and that further fighting was pointless, Fu Zixi smiled faintly and said, "Since you have distinguished guests, I will not disturb you any longer. My son, I look forward to seeing you again."

"Yu Lijun only has one father, and that is Yu Ming Dan Xin Jun Fengtian. Put away your delusions."

"Ah, you are my only son. One day, you will return to my embrace. Also, never forget your name. Your name is Fu Chenchu."

Fu Zixi left the Defeng Ancient Road and headed towards the Netherworld to find that old acquaintance.

Although his words made Yu Lijing feel very embarrassed, after Jun Fengtian publicly recognized his son last time and Huang Ru protected him, the Confucian school no longer had any other thoughts about Yu Lijing and pretended not to hear what the Ghost Dragon King said.

Yun Wanggui sheathed his sword and asked with concern, "Sir, the people from Tiandu aren't here to release the dragon's head, are they?"

"Could Tiandu really be an accomplice of the evil god in the Central Plains?"

Many more optimistically said, "They dare to provoke His Majesty the Imperial Scholar, he will kill them with a single palm strike!"

Yu Lijing gazed in the direction of Haozheng Wudao, his brows gradually furrowing.

Haozheng Wudao.

The first hall of Haofa Xiutang was where the newly appointed Dharma Master, Yu Junheng, was greeted.

"No mournful cries startle the red rain, only the fierce wind and broken branches weep forlornly. I long for a solemn heart, but what am I waiting for? Let the ice and snow melt and wash the sky blue."

Yu Junheng was a new generation of Confucian scholars. He was cautious and of average talent, but because of his positive attitude and perseverance, he rose through the ranks at a rocket-like speed.

Please wait a moment.

Upon seeing the arrival of the Tian Du people, Yu Junheng looked extremely nervous.

"Your Excellency, the esteemed Master of Laws, have come from afar to receive this invitation."

The two were of similar age and roughly equal cultivation levels. Yu Junheng had received the century-old foundation of imperial Confucianism, while Le Xunyuan had absorbed the residual dragon energy from the northern corner.

In terms of practical experience, both are newcomers and are roughly equal in skill.

Upon hearing this, Yu Junheng breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "I dare not, please enlighten me, Young Hero Yue."

"A sign of divine destruction!"

"The wind howls, the sword sings!"

Although the two were young, when they actually started fighting, their power was no less than that of ordinary innate masters. In an instant, their palms stirred up a raging tide, their swords danced in the wind, and their momentum was deafening.