Confucian and Taoist Cultivation Starting from the Equipment Slot

The white cat didn't give Wang Zhongting a chance to continue speaking.

Its form transformed into a white lightning bolt under the moonlight, instantly covering a distance of dozens of feet.

They crashed directly into the ranks of the Wang family's archers.

No one could see its movements clearly; they only saw a few white claw marks flash by in the air.

Then came the crisp sound of bows and crossbows breaking, the muffled thuds of bodies falling to the ground, and the continuous screams of agony.

Three archers were sent flying at the same moment, like chess pieces being slapped away by an invisible giant hand.

Before they could even scream, they were thrown heavily into the pile of rocks, their fate unknown.

The remaining crossbowmen hurriedly raised their crossbows and fired at the white cat, raining down poisoned arrows.

But the white cat moved incredibly nimbly through the rain of arrows.

It weaved through the rain of arrows and easily pounced on the two men.

A scholar of the lowest rank behind Wang Zhongting gritted his teeth and went to meet him.

The long sword, imbued with literary energy, unleashed a dark red blade of light, aiming straight for the white cat's neck.

He had been preparing this strike for a long time, and the air around the blade smelled burnt as it passed.

The white cat did not take the hit head-on.

It deftly tilted its head, and the blade grazed its earlobe, severing a few hairs.

Then it extended its front paw and gently patted the blade.

The blade trembled violently, then flew out of my hand, spun a few times in the air, and stuck in the ground several feet away.

Then the white cat walked gracefully toward Wang Zhongting.

A hint of hesitation appeared in Wang Zhongting's eyes.

He took out a talisman from his pocket, crushed it, and a pale golden light shot into the sky, exploding high in the air and turning into a firework.

That was the Wang family's distress signal.

He had no way out.

Tonight's operation was originally thought to be aimed at the Xie family, with the addition of Song Zhiyuan, whose attitude was ambiguous.

But what has appeared now is not an ordinary demon, but a transformed great demon, a situation that he can no longer handle alone.

We must invite the family patriarch!

The Wang family patriarch was a peak eighth-rank scholar, and his strength was comparable to that of the white cat.

He's getting old, and I thought I could let him enjoy his old age, but I didn't expect that I would still have to ask him to take action.

The moment the signal was sent, a surge of energy rose from the depths of the Wang family's underground.

The aura moved extremely fast, traveling from the city center to the outside of the city, and then to the foot of the mountain, in just a dozen or so breaths.

When the aura reached the airspace above the battlefield, everyone felt an invisible pressure.

That was the oppressive aura of someone at the peak of their career.

The Wang family's ancestor, a scholar who passed the imperial examinations, has arrived.

Chen Zhuo held his breath behind the mound, maintaining the concealment of the Moon-shaped scripture to its limit.

He saw an elderly man with white hair, dressed in a gray robe, descend from the sky and land between Wang Zhongting and the white cat.

The old man's hair was whiter than that of the Xie family patriarch, but his spirit was much better.

His complexion was rosy, his eyes were bright, and his body exuded a refined aura that remained stagnant, forming a pale golden halo.

When the white cat saw the Wang family patriarch appear, a hint of seriousness finally flashed in its emerald green eyes.

It slowly took two steps back, lowered its body, and stretched its tail into a straight line behind it.

The Wang family patriarch looked around and frowned slightly.

Then he looked up at Xie Shi'an, his voice very calm, clearly indicating that for someone like him, the only thing he cared about was the continuation of his family line.

"Xie Shi'an, your methods are more ruthless than I imagined."

Xie Shi'an didn't speak, but simply turned his gaze to the white cat.

The white cat spoke.

Its voice was neutral, making it impossible to discern good from bad: "The Wang family patriarch, a top-ranking scholar of the eighth rank. The number one person in Qingshan County. I have long admired you."

The Wang family patriarch looked at it: "A great demon in human form, about to condense its core? You're the Cat King's subordinate?"

"Subordinates? Ha?"

The white cat chuckled softly, "I am the King of Cats!"

The Wang family patriarch's pupils contracted sharply, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Elvis? Where's the evidence?"

Suddenly, he turned his palm down and spread his fingers slightly.

A pale golden aura of literature surged from his palm, instantly expanding into a domain of literary energy.

This is the exclusive ability of a successful candidate in the imperial examinations: the realm of literary talent!

Dense arrays of seal characters appeared within the domain, representing all the literary arts he had mastered, each character radiating an intense aura of power.

Chen Zhuo was also trapped in the domain, and felt that the flow of literary energy around him was sluggish.

The efficiency of spellcasting and spell damage have both been significantly reduced.

The most terrifying thing is that the same source script seems to have lost its effect in the domain of the Wang family ancestor.

Only one person can master the same literary technique in this field!

"Since that's the case," the Wang family patriarch's voice was as calm as still water, "then there's nothing more to discuss."

The white cat didn't say anything more.

Its body began to swell under the moonlight, the muscles beneath its fur flowed like mercury, and its bones made a series of crisp, cracking sounds.

The limbs became longer, the torso became upright, the forepaws differentiated into five fingers, and the hind paws pushed off the ground to stand upright.

The moonlight twisted around it, forming a giant cocoon of light that completely enveloped its form.

A moment later, the cocoon of light shattered, and a slender figure emerged from the shattered fragments of light.

That's a woman.

She wore a pure white robe, and her black hair cascaded down to her waist.

Her skin was so fair it was almost transparent, and her pupils were vertical emerald green with slightly upturned corners.

Her appearance was no different from that of a human woman; in fact, she could be described as extremely beautiful.

She didn't speak, but simply raised her right hand.

A violent force surged forth, forming a powerful aura, which instantly returned to his own body.

This is clearly also the ability of the demon race, empowering themselves with all kinds of great power.

Then, cat claws materialized on her hands, reflecting light in the night.

Looking at the pair of sharp claws, the Wang family patriarch said calmly, "Impressive tactics, but do you think you can contend with me just by transforming into human form?"

Elvis did not answer.

Her figure disappeared from the spot.

The next instant, the sharp claws passed right past the Wang family patriarch.

The Wang family patriarch's domain flickered with literary magic, allowing him to dodge the attack.

Two powerful individuals at the peak of Sequence 8 engaged in a decisive battle at the foot of this desolate mountain, a battle befitting their superior status.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield nearby, the battle between Wang Zhongting and Xie Shi'an also broke out at the same time.

Chen Zhuo watched Elvis silently from the shadows, a sense of familiarity welling up inside him.

Why does she look exactly like Xie Yaoyin?

Is it a projected illusion or...?

A chilling thought popped into Chen Zhuo's mind.

At the battlefield.

The literary aura of the Wang family patriarch was like an inverted golden bell, completely enveloping an area of ​​several dozen feet.

Within the domain, each seal character is circulating at high speed, and each circulation reinforces the space's blessing upon it.

A shield of light formed from literary energy spread out in front of him in layers. Every time the Elvis's claws tore open a layer, a new shield of light would be generated, seemingly endless.

Elvis moved at high speed within the area, his white robes fluttering in the night wind.

She was so fast that the naked eye could only catch afterimages.

But the Wang family patriarch didn't need to use his eyes to see.

Within his realm of literary energy, every fluctuation in space cannot escape his perception.

He could always accurately predict the Elvis's attack route and move the light shield to the most appropriate position at the moment her claws were about to strike.

This is a war of attrition.