How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

Zhou Wenju paused for a moment, then added, "Mountain Lord, please don't feel pressured by the death of the Third Prince. After all, he died because of his own ignorance and rudeness, not because anyone from my Huding Mountain killed him. No matter how powerful King Rulan is, can he be greater than the sacred principles and the Heavenly Way? Mountain Lord, with the vast blue sky above you and the Mo Family Holy Hall behind you, all the actions you arrange for your disciples are reasonable and in accordance with the law. If King Rulan were to hold you accountable for his son's self-destruction, your disciples would be the first to object! I believe that no member of the Mo Family with even a shred of understanding or backbone would agree to this! Don't you all agree?"

His finger pointed downwards at the thousands of disciples.

"Exactly!" a disciple exclaimed. "The sage said, 'Do not look at what is improper, do not speak what is improper,' but he went and directly tore off his clothes. Where does he put propriety and law?"

"Although the Prince's Mansion is powerful, how could my Huding Mountain fear it?"

"My Mohist school... um..." a disciple began to speak, but someone else covered his mouth...

The mountain lord's anger was so intense it was practically knotted up...

Zhou Wenju!

It was clearly your fault, yet you're now trying to pin the blame on yourself, the mountain lord.

He also used his position to bind the entire Huding Mountain.

The wind is about to change direction...

The worst part is, he really couldn't explain himself...

He now understood why this kid always asked, "Is this the mountain lord's order?" whenever he accepted a mission.

This is the moment we've been waiting for!

What they want is to cause a huge disaster and then shift the blame!

Is this really something this kid would do?

Why does it look so much like the work of the person at the bottom of the Abandoned Weapon Cliff?

Old Can, who lived under the cliff of abandoned artifacts, did something similar more than thirty years ago. He used a high-sounding method to carry out his ulterior motives, making the Grand Elder a laughing stock for thirty years and spreading the Mohist school's reputation of "discussing the Dao as if it were farting" throughout the five regions and four ruins.

Today, this boy's methods are far more sophisticated than they were thirty years ago!

They've even planned their escape route!

Old Can, you old bastard, you deserve to die!

The first person he thought of was Lao Can.

Meanwhile, Lao Can, standing at the foot of the abandoned cliff, is questioning the meaning of life...

This kid seems to be following the same path he took back then, but it's not quite the same. Back then, he vented his anger but had to pay for it with thirty years of torment. This kid, on the other hand, vented his anger more easily but blocked all "reasons for accusation"...

Huding Mountain was, after all, an outer sect of the Mohist school.

What is passed down to the world is the sacred way and sacred principles.

It is different from ordinary sects; it believes in reason in everything.

Reasoning with him is futile; even if the mountain lord harbors boundless rage, he can forget about taking action against Zhou Wenju.

Zhou Wenju saw through this, which is why he dared to set up this scheme...

However, when the captain of the guards beside the dead third prince slowly raised his head and locked his sinister eyes onto Zhou Wenju, Zhou Wenju's heart suddenly skipped a beat...

Fuck!

A vulgar word from another world suddenly entered his heart.

call!

A fierce wind is blowing!

The captain of the guards stepped in front of him, his hand suddenly outstretched, his palm magnified tenfold in an instant, like a dark cloud covering the sky, and a thunderous roar shook the mountains and rivers: "Dare to harm my prince, prepare to die!"

A palm strike landed!

This blow was truly like Mount Tai pressing down!

This strike was a standard Dao Mountain Realm strike on the path of cultivation.

In the realm of Dao Mountain, true energy connects heaven and earth, enabling the extraordinary phenomenon of "a person standing like a mountain, a palm like the sky tilting."

At this moment, Zhou Wenju was only at the level of Wen Gen and Dao Gen in the cultivation path, which was two major realms lower than the Dao Shan realm.

He clearly had no ability to resist.

But this is on Mount Huding.

There were at least a dozen powerful figures in the Daoist arts who could annihilate Dao Mountain Realm cultivators with a mere wave of their hands around him.

Are we really going to let an outsider wipe out the disciples of Huding Mountain with a single palm strike?

Logically speaking, it's absolutely impossible!

However, Zhou Wenju saw the looks in the eyes of several literary figures, and his heart turned as cold as ice.

In that instant, he understood the thoughts of several bigwigs!

They absolutely will not save them!

They even hoped the captain of the guard would go all out and the party would end sooner...

This is the best way to eliminate the rift between the Rulan Prince's Mansion and Huding Mountain—if the Rulan Prince dies at Huding Mountain, someone has to pay the price. Killing him will at least reduce the Rulan Prince's anger by half!

At the same time, it did not damage the reputation of Huding Mountain—after all, the one who committed the murder was not a person from Huding Mountain, but the captain of the guards of the Rulan Prince's Mansion. This captain of the guards was not Xiuwen. He did not understand any grand principles, was impatient, and acted quickly. No one on Huding Mountain had time to react.

See? Now we have a reason to put it on the table.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Wenju completed all the interpretations.

He didn't know what he was feeling inside.

I finally got to experience time travel, but after only seven days, I had to log off in a hurry. Damn it, it's like a scholar encountering a soldier—you can't reason with him...

Just as the captain of the guards was about to strike Zhou Wenju's head with his palm strike, the moment came.

Zhou Wenju's last gaze fell on Lin Shuiyao.

Lin Shuiyao's face was filled with madness, completely losing her usual demeanor. She stared at him as if he were her father's killer...

At the very last moment!

The hand is getting closer!

Closer!

Suddenly, a streak of blue light appeared out of nowhere.

It brushed across Zhou Wenju's brow.

What came into his view was a blue ruler.

On the green ruler, a drop of ink!

The drop of ink exploded with a "poof," transforming into a miniature Great Wall at the edge of the blue ruler.

The captain of the guards unleashed a devastating strike, which landed squarely on the suddenly appearing Great Wall...

boom!

The captain of the guards flew away and fell into the abyss.

Everyone present was shocked and stared blankly at the green ruler in front of Zhou Wenju.

This blue ruler, devoid of feeling or consciousness, yet radiates a brilliant light of literary arts, illuminating the entire plaza within its world...

"The Ink-Measuring Ruler!" the mountain lord called out softly, "Which esteemed member of the Ink-Character Office has arrived?"

The ink-character room?

Everyone's expression changed simultaneously.

The Mo family has seven main inner chambers: Mo, Luo, Chang, He, Yi, Qian, and Chong.

Among the seven branches, the Mo branch is the direct descendant of the Mo Saint.

The head of all the branches!

An inner chamber within an inner chamber.

Equivalent to the royal family in a feudal dynasty.

Huding Mountain is merely an outer sect of the Mo family. Under normal circumstances, what master from the Mo family would visit this place?

However, this ink measuring stick is a standard feature of the ink-character room.

A female voice came from the highest pavilion: "Who I am is not important. What is important is that Mount Huding needs to know who you are! You are neither slaves of the Rulan royal family nor slaves of the Dayu Dynasty! Aren't you afraid that the world will laugh at the Mo family for having no one to serve you while you allow outsiders to slaughter your disciples?"

A long passage, as cold and detached as the moon.

It possesses innate holiness and an unquestionable majesty of the sacred way.

The Seventeenth Elder's voice reached the Mountain Lord: "Entering the mountain as an ordinary disciple, without revealing the slightest anything special, yet you are a peerless genius of the Mo Clan... Mo Ziyi!"

Dark purple robes!

The mountain lord's heart skipped a beat, and he took a deep breath: "Miss, this is a long story. Please come into the VIP room, and I will explain it to you in detail."

"It's a long story, but it's just a long story as you assume! In my opinion, a story doesn't need to be that long!" Mo Ziyi said coldly, "You only need to answer me with one question!"

"Please speak, young lady!" The mountain lord faced the high pavilion and bowed slightly.

"Was what this young master Zhou did arranged by you?"

The mountain lord's hair was disheveled in the wind: "This matter..."

"I said, there's no need to argue, just answer yes or no?" Mo Ziyi's voice was as cold as frost.

"Yes...but..."

"Since it's 'yes,' then there's no 'but'!" Mo Ziyi said, "Young Master Zhou, as an outer disciple, acted according to the mountain lord's arrangements, without overstepping his bounds or neglecting his duties. What wrong have you done?"

The mountain lord's hair, in the twilight, swayed wildly.

However, he had no room for defense.

He couldn't refute Zhou Wenju just now, and he's even less able to refute Mo Ziyi now.

The Seventeenth Elder stepped forward: "Young lady, I am the Seventeenth Elder of the Holy Hall. There are a few words I must say. Today's matter is of great importance, concerning the overall situation of the Rulan Prince's Mansion and the Mo Family. We must not act rashly."

Mo Ziyi coldly said, "Since everything was arranged by Master Duan, shouldn't you and Master Duan discuss and resolve any troubles? That's your business, not Young Master Zhou's!"

The Seventeenth Elder's hair also started flying wildly.

The mountain lord and the elders of Huding Mountain all wore expressions of inner conflict...

"Young Master Zhou!" said Mo Ziyi, "Would you be willing to leave this place with me?"