How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

The Grand Elder's face suddenly darkened!

Since Zhou Wenju's Nanyang Poetry Gathering made him famous, Mo Tang has been subject to much skepticism, with young members of the Mo family expressing a particularly strong degree of doubt...

The four elders of the Ink Hall had long been annoyed by this.

However, in the past, no one dared to question it to its face.

It's here today!

A direct challenge from Mo Ziyi!

Mo Ziyi's voice turned icy cold: "This matter should have been a once-in-a-millennium opportunity for our Mo family, a great joy to glorify our Mo family's reputation in weapon crafting. However, we encountered some short-sighted, jealous, and envious scoundrels who, for their own selfish reasons, excluded great talents from our Mo family. And now what? They don't rely on our Mo family to create powerful weapons, even divine artifacts, and you've woken up again? You even want to preemptively register and steal human fortune? Do the dignified elders of the Mo family understand what 'the magnificence of the sacred path' means? Do you understand what 'the Way cannot be deceived' means?"

The Grand Elder's calm demeanor vanished instantly.

She stood up abruptly: "Roaring at the Mo Hall, insulting elders, Mo Ziyi, tell me, what crime have you committed?"

"The importance of the Mo Hall lies in the sacred path! The respect for elders lies in their dignity," said Mo Ziyi. "If the Mo Hall itself violates the sacred path, or if elders are disrespectful in their old age, then why should they be respected or valued?"

"presumptuous!"

"Take it down!"

As soon as the Second Elder finished speaking, the sea of ​​ink around the Ink Hall suddenly surged...

In an instant, the woman in dark purple robes resembled a lone boat adrift on a boundless sea of ​​ink, tossed about by wind and rain...

Suddenly, a soft hissing sound rang out, like a lone boat passing through a sea of ​​ink.

With a whoosh, the boundless sea of ​​ink split in two.

In the sea of ​​ink, a person slowly raised his head. This person was refined and handsome, his scholar's robes fluttered lightly, and the ink waves beneath his feet seemed to dance with the wind.

It was none other than the Holy Son, Mo Wushuang.

Mo Wushuang slowly raised her head: "Elder, you have such great official power. Even when my father sat on Saint Lord Peak, he didn't seem to have such power."

The Grand Elder slowly stood up: "Did the Holy Son hear what your sister just said?"

"I heard you!" Mo Wushuang said, "I not only heard my sister's words, but also the words of the elders. I have a suggestion, and I wonder if the four elders would be willing to hear it?"

"Please speak, Holy Son!" The four elders bowed in unison.

This is the standard etiquette when facing the Son of God.

"The Literary and Daoist Sage Family governs according to the Sage's Way. When disagreements arise, they are resolved through discussion!" Mo Wushuang said, "Why don't the four elders have a discussion with my sister?"

"Discussing the Dao?" The Grand Elder was slightly taken aback.

The Second Elder said, "If there are disagreements, they should be resolved through discussion. The Holy Son's words are reasonable, and I agree with them. Let's open the Ink Hall for a discussion and see if the elders of my Mo family agree with the Purple Robe's theory!"

The Third Elder said, "I agree with the Second Elder's words. If half of those who agree with the Purple Robe, what harm is there in pardoning the Purple Robe's crime?"

The Fourth Elder nodded slightly: "I agree!"

The First Elder nodded slowly: "Since all three elders agree, I will follow suit. Let us open the Ink Hall for a discussion!"

The four elders of the Ink Hall all agreed.

Simply because they had already made up their minds.

Mo Ziyi has destroyed the Mo family's way. Who in the entire Mo family can be happy about that?

The debate at Motang, if it truly convicts Mo Ziyi from a legal standpoint, and thus curbs the recent rise of the Mo family, would be a win-win situation.

Mo Ziyi frowned; she was uneasy...

Because she knew that over the years, the Mo Hall had practically become the private domain of the four elders of the Mo Hall, and those elders who disagreed with them had long been ostracized.

Such a discussion, even before it begins, already has a clear outcome.

She didn't understand what was the point of discussing such a principle...

Regardless of the principles involved, punishing her could be attributed to the selfish motives of the four elders of the Ink Hall.

Instead, if they hold a debate on the Dao in the Ink Hall and then punish her, then she would truly be guilty in terms of law and reason...

Mo Wushuang smiled faintly: "Open the Mo Hall for a discussion on the Dao? No! My intention is not to open the Mo Hall for a discussion on the Dao, but to propose a discussion on the Dao at Wenyuan!"

"Wen Yuan discusses the Dao?" The Grand Elder's face suddenly darkened.

Mo Wushuang raised his gaze and stared into his eyes: "Indeed, the Mo family has always maintained a good relationship with the Great Yu Dynasty. By borrowing a platform in their Wenyuan Pavilion to discuss the Dao for a day, and inviting the great Confucian scholars of Luoyang to listen, we can widely spread the Mo family's teachings to the capital of Great Yu. Wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?"

The expressions of the four elders changed simultaneously.

Mo Ziyi finally smiled.

She fully understood how brilliant her brother's plan was...

Discussing the Way!

No one can refuse the proper way to handle differences in paths.

Why?

If you're right, are you still afraid to argue?

The most brilliant part is the choice of location.

The elder brother rejected the discussion at the Motang Hall and instead chose the Wenyuan Pavilion.

Wenyuan Pavilion was located in Luoyang, the capital of the Great Yu Dynasty.

Every literary debate was known throughout the world.

Mo Ziyi wasn't afraid to let the world know her views, because her views were righteous and perfectly aligned with the sacred path—whoever created it, it belongs to them! This is how the glorious and righteous path should be!

But would the four elders of Motang dare to do that?

Their views are purely centered on the Mohist school. For the sake of the Mohist school's interests, they disregard the sacred way and seize the achievements of others' humanistic teachings for their own use. This is an utterly despicable act in the eyes of the world.

That's what Mo Ziyi called "deceiving the Dao"!

That is the most shameless act of "literary theft" in the world of literature...

"What?" Mo Wushuang's gaze swept over the four elders: "The so-called Dao cannot be deceived, and reason cannot be questioned. If one truly stands firm and is truly righteous, why should one care about the place of discussion or who one is facing?"

The Grand Elder slowly lowered his head: "May I ask, Holy Son, do you still harbor any lingering thoughts of the Mohist school?"

This statement means setting aside "right and wrong" and asking about "stance".

You've chosen the Wenyuan Pavilion in the capital of the Great Yu Dynasty as the venue for your discussion, and you intend to expose the Mohist family's dirty laundry. What is your true stance? Do you still prioritize the interests of the Mohist school?

These words may seem light and casual, but within the Holy Family, which is centered around the clan, they are the most lethal statement.

Mo Wushuang said, "I am the Holy Son of the Mo Clan, and naturally I still cherish the Mo Clan's beliefs. However, the Mo Clan exists to uphold the legacy of our ancestral sages and the glorious path of the sages! It does not rely on opportunism, fraud, or any underhanded scheming!"

The Grand Elder took a long breath: "I truly understand now! The Holy Son has no respect for my Ink Hall whatsoever, nor any sense of identification with him. Since that's the case..."

At this point, the voice slowed down.

Everyone tensed up at the same time.

Because everyone had a feeling that the following sentence was going to be a major decision.

Perhaps this is the biggest decision the Mohists have made in the past ten years.

This represents a public break between Mo Tang and the Holy Son...

Mo Wushuang gently raised her hand to stop him: "Elder, please don't rush to conclusions. Father is about to return. What important decisions he may have made, let's wait until he returns before telling him!"

The elder's face suddenly stiffened.

The hair of the other three elders, which had been fluttering in the wind, suddenly came to a standstill.

The Ink Hall was completely silent.

Mo Wushuang chuckled softly, "Let's return to the matter at hand. It seems... the four elders don't see the need for a discussion on the Dao at Wenyuan, is that right?"

The Grand Elder said, "There is really no need for this."

"In that case, shall I take my fourth sister and leave?"

The Grand Elder nodded slowly: "It seems the Holy Son has his own plans for this matter; then let him handle it..."

"Farewell!" Mo Wushou gently circled around.

It soared into the sky, taking Mo Ziyi with it.

The next moment, he landed in the inkstone pavilion.

Inside the inkstone pavilion, his father's image was much clearer than before.

Mo Ziyi's face lit up with joy: "Brother, is Father really coming back?"

Mo Wushuang smiled and nodded gently: "Yes, I sensed that Father's whereabouts are much closer."

Mo Ziyi was truly overjoyed: "That's wonderful! With Father not back, the Mo family has become increasingly outrageous. Once Father returns, let's see how arrogant they still are..."

"Fourth sister, tell your brother what you gained from this trip to Lingnan?" Mo Wushuang asked.

"The greatest gain is... I have touched upon the mystery of 'fruit,' so I'll borrow this blessed land from you! After I leave seclusion, I'll talk to you about the other gains from this trip." She stepped onto the inkstone in front of her, sat cross-legged, and the light of the Dao of Literature flowed around her, carrying unfathomable mysteries.

Mo Wushuang stood behind her, sensing the changes in the flow of her literary light.

His fingertips rubbed together slightly, as if he were calculating.

The results of the calculations greatly excited him.

My sister has indeed triggered some kind of mysterious mechanism; she is indeed stepping into the gate of literary fruition...

Why did I feel this way?

What exactly happened during the trip to Lingnan?

Regardless, this is a good thing.

On Mo Tang's side, the situation was becoming increasingly dire, and he also felt that he was alone and unable to hold the line.

If my younger sister were to break through to the Wen Guo level now, that would be the greatest help.

Mo Ziyi might not have thought that way, because she felt that her father would be back soon. Once her father returned, no matter how chaotic the situation was, things would go back to normal, and even the biggest troubles would disappear.

However, she did not notice her brother's heaviness.

Her elder brother, Mo Wushuang, looked through the inkstone pavilion at the familiar Daoist figure inside, his eyes filled with fear.

The sage leader of the Mohist school has gone on a long journey.

Not many people know this.

Only one person could sense the whereabouts of the Mohist sage.

This person is Mo Wushuang.

Because he was the Holy Lord's own flesh and blood, there was always some strange connection between father and son.

Furthermore, because he entered the Dao through divination, he could use divination and formations to open the mysterious causal disk and vaguely sense his father's location.

He told the four elders of Motang that his father would be back soon.

In fact, it is quite the opposite.

He felt that his father might never come back!

Because the mysterious line in the causal compass was becoming increasingly faint, and several days ago, it was even completely lost...

He was burning with anxiety.

He was so worried he felt like dying.

However, he still had to tell the people of Motang with a beaming smile: Father is coming back soon!

Outside the inkstone pavilion, the winds and clouds swirl in chaos.

The wind in the north is cold, and the air is crisp and icy.

Mo Wushuang stood atop the inkstone pavilion, gazing up at the vast sky. From the depths of his heart, a feeling arose: the world is fleeting, heaven and earth are without support, a great building is about to collapse, and a single tree cannot hold it up...

At this time, Nanyang is bathed in the warm winter sun.

At the top of the Biyan Tower, Bai Luoshui, dressed in white, placed a white chess piece on the board.

He was facing the chief of the Ministry of Justice.

Behind him was Lin Shuiyao.

In the past few days, Lin Shuiyao has focused more on Bai Luoshui, seemingly having officially left the Rulan Prince's Mansion and become Bai Luoshui's maid.

If an ordinary person dared to do this, how could Prince Huo Qiuhe of Rulan tolerate it?

However, when it comes to Bai Luoshui, the Crown Prince of Rulan can put everything else aside.

Let alone a mere maid, even if Bai Luoshui took a fancy to his concubine, he would probably offer her up without hesitation.

However, when it comes to Bai Luoshui, the Crown Prince of Rulan can put everything else aside.

Let alone a mere maid, even if Bai Luoshui took a fancy to his concubine, he would probably offer her up without hesitation.

His only change was that he became a little more friendly towards Lin Shuiyao.

Lin Shuiyao witnessed this change.

In her otherwise chaotic life, something unexpected happened. .

That's the benefit of climbing the social ladder.

Having climbed the social ladder, the powerful figures who once controlled her destiny now displayed completely different attitudes...

Zhou Wenju, you have indeed exceeded my expectations. You have indeed begun to stand out from the crowd. But can you keep up with me?

This young lady is already a favorite of His Highness the Crown Prince.

His Highness the Crown Prince is destined to be Emperor! He will reign supreme in this world!

What makes you think you can compare to me?

Grandma will always remember your theory about stray dogs.

Your great-aunt will watch with her own eyes as you gradually turn into a stray dog...

A golden goose soared through the sky.

The letter was delivered by a wild goose.

With a gentle stretch, Bai Luo, the sailor, saw the wild goose land in his hand and transform into a sheet of gold paper.

Bai Luoshui frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed...

"Mr. Bai, what happened over there?" Huo Qiuhe asked.

"Look!" Sailor Bai Luo gently stretched out the gold paper and handed it to Huo Qiuhe.

Huo Qiuhe took the document and frowned deeply: "That Qi fellow, gone? He actually had a son with his mistress in Nanyang? And now he's retired to his old age, never to return to Zhou Liangsheng's side again?"

The chief official of the Ministry of Justice's face darkened: "What kind of clever scheme is this? This is clearly a case of the traitor Qi hiding in the martial world, attempting to evade trial!"

"Exactly!" Another chief official from the Ministry of Justice also came out of the room: "Mr. Bai once said that the day Mo Ziyi left Qishan would be the day the second round of testing would begin. Mo Ziyi had just left when this suspect vanished without a trace. It seems that Zhou Liangsheng had already guessed Mr. Bai's move and was trying to make it so that there would be no way to prove anything."

"Damn it!" Huo Qiuhe's face was full of black lines.

Everyone had already identified and killed Lao Qi, the key person.

As long as he is identified as a master of the Lingyan Pavilion, the entire Zhou family can be included. Without needing to consult His Majesty, he can be dealt with according to the laws of the court...

However, at this critical juncture, this key person vanished without a trace.

If someone simply disappears without a trace, you can still search for them in the vast sea of ​​people.

However, if Lao Qi is indeed a high-ranking member of Lingyan Pavilion, this human wave search tactic would be ineffective, because Lingyan Pavilion's most powerful skill is to appear and disappear without a trace, deliberately hiding themselves so that even immortals could not find them.

Without finding Lao Qi, his identity cannot be confirmed.

Without confirming his identity, it would be impossible to implicate the Zhou father and son in a "treason case."

Therefore, Lao Qi's disappearance was, in a sense, a complete and utter failure.

What's next?

"Haha!" Bai Luoshui laughed. "Trying this trick? They clearly don't understand what 'open strategy' is!"

The moment he laughed and smiled, the gloom that had hung over the rooftop and in front of everyone seemed to vanish.

"What brilliant plan does Mr. Bai have?" Huo Qiuhe asked.

Bai Luoshui said, "This Lingyan master's duty is to protect the Zhou father and son, right? He's vanished without a trace. If something were to happen to the Zhou father and son, wouldn't that be perfectly reasonable?"