Confucian and Taoist Cultivation Starting from the Equipment Slot

Upon hearing this, Gu Qing'e shook her head.

"Now is not the time," she paused, "According to the 'Human-Demon Peace Agreement,' when the long night comes, humans and demons should put aside their grudges and join hands to fight the enemy."

"If we take action against them now, we'll be breaking the rules."

"Do we still need to care about these rules at a time like this?" Chen Zhuo was speechless.

This whole "Peace Agreement between Humans and Transgender People" thing seems a bit too outrageous.

Gu Qing'e helplessly shrugged, "Rules are rules."

"But," she suddenly changed her tone, "rules are meant to be broken."

"However, these two demons are quite adept at disguise, and I suspect there are other demons above them."

Gu Qing'e glanced at Chen Zhuo, and Chen Zhuo suddenly realized.

Senior sister is playing the long game to catch a big fish.

At this moment, at the foot of the city wall.

Holding a long spear, Chen Tianshen muttered to himself, "Those cunning scholars. They just write some literary works up there and leave us to fight it out down here."

"Shut up!" Chen Tianlang smacked him on the head with his spear.

"If you hadn't insisted on going to Chunfeng Tower, would we have ended up here?"

"And that woman just now, did you feel anything?"

Mentioning this, Chen Tianshen shrank back, "That woman is a bit scary, she seems to have cultivated a pair of pupil techniques."

"Hey Old Wolf, have we been exposed?"

The two then fell silent for a while, until Chen Tianlang finally broke the silence.

"Probably not, this is a disguise made by Elvis himself."

……

At this moment, Chen Zhuo stood on the city wall and arrived at the work station assigned to him.

"First time meeting?"

A voice came from the side.

Chen Zhuo turned his head and saw another scholar standing next to him.

He was a man in his thirties, wearing a worn-out scholar's robe, with a pen between his fingers, the lacquer on the pen handle worn away.

He didn't look like someone from a noble family, nor like a teacher at the Academy of Arts; he looked more like a rogue cultivator.

"first."

"nervous?"

"...A little."

The reclusive scholar smiled and pointed with his pen towards the outside of the screen:

"Don't be nervous, this is just the prelude. The real challenge is when they start colliding."

"A clash?"

The rogue cultivator didn't answer, but simply gestured for him to see for himself.

Chen Zhuo followed his gaze to the edge of the barrier.

At first there was nothing, then he saw an outline.

It was a shadow.

It was larger than any he had ever seen in his exorcism missions, and its outline was no longer a humanoid mass of darkness, but a constantly expanding mass of water.

The shadow's "head" turned toward the barrier and then crashed into it.

No sound was heard at the moment the two sides collided.

It merely caused the golden light of the Righteous Qi Array to flash briefly before the shadow was repelled.

Its black, misty body was scalded with a white crack, but it still kept crashing into things.

Chen Zhuo saw the corresponding characters on the barrier flash slightly, and a name he couldn't recognize emitted a faint light, as if the righteous energy array had become stronger.

"This is a senior who sacrificed his life in battle. After passing away peacefully at the age of 18, he integrated his life's cultivation into the literary vein, which he would release when needed."

His tone was full of envy, "Perhaps one day I will also embark on this path."

Chen Zhuo fell silent for a moment. He hadn't thought about that; it was too far removed from his own experience.

"With each collision of demons, the literary veins consume a portion of their power," the rogue scholar continued. "This power comes from the literary veins themselves, and also from us."

He raised the pen in his hand, and a faint light shone from the tip of the pen, subtly echoing the aura of the literary vein beneath Chen Zhuo's feet.

"That's why all literary practitioners must take turns on duty during the Long Night." The rogue scholar looked at Chen Zhuo. "Your name is Chen Zhuo?"

"Yes."

"Did you write 'The Long Night'?"

"……yes."

The reclusive scholar nodded, neither saying "Well written" nor "I've long admired you."

He simply switched the pen to his other hand and said, "Then you can kill more easily today."

After saying that, he focused on dealing with the demons.

Chen Zhuo also used the "sun" character technique to reduce the intensity of the demons' attacks.

He understood what the rogue cultivator meant; his "war" spell had reached the level of proficiency at lv.2.

A large part of it is because people are studying his writing style.

Chen Zhuo shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts, and looked back beyond the barrier.

There is not one shadow.

A dozen or so shadowy figures lined up in an irregular formation, taking turns striking the same spot on the righteous energy array.

Behind them, the black mist churned even more violently, and something even larger was writhing inside.

Chen Zhuo took a deep breath and channeled his literary energy into his fingertips.

"day."

A burst of intense white light exploded in the palm of his hand.

He pushed forward, and his mastery of the Sun-character script transformed into a scorching white ball of light.

The ball of light pierced through the barrier's golden light and struck the leading shadow precisely in the center.

The shadow let out a silent scream, its outline twisting violently in an instant.

The light from the character "日" (sun) scorched its body, and black mist gushed out from the crack before dissipating into the golden light.

Shadow did not die, but its size shrank by nearly half, and the force of its impact was significantly reduced.

On the city wall, other scholars also took action.

He noticed that the reclusive scholar beside him had also picked up his pen.

He wrote the character "穿" (wear) in the air.

His writing style was skillful and without any frills, as if he were keeping accounts on paper.

The piercing script passed through the barrier, nailed to a shadowy body, and pierced through it, instantly killing the shadowy creature.

Chen Zhuo withdrew his gaze and focused on his goals and actions.

The Sun-shaped script technique struck again, completely disintegrating the shadow that had just been burned.

Then he switched to a new target, following the same process: lock on, release, observe the effect, and confirm the kill.

Behind the shadows, a larger, writhing silhouette emerged—a dark beast.

Chen Zhuo last saw the Dark Beast during a demon-slaying operation.

He only glanced at it briefly, and before he could see clearly, his junior sister teleported him away.

"The Dark Beasts are coming!" someone shouted.

The scholars on the city wall did not respond, but their movements noticeably quickened.

Chen Zhuo was also preparing as if facing a formidable enemy.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of powerful literary energy emanating from his surroundings, and then he saw a phantom of a mountain appear above the dark beast's head.

The phantom slammed down, crushing the dark beast into a pancake.

Song Zhiyuan's voice floated in the air, proclaiming loudly, "The demons have been vanquished, everyone, please continue!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

The crowd's morale quickly rose again.

Seeing this, Song Zhiyuan once again concealed his presence, his literary energy reserved for dealing with the key demons.

As for these low-level demons, the Righteous Qi Formation and these scholars are enough to stop them.

As time passed, the intensity of the demon attacks noticeably decreased.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Zhuo glanced at the two brothers, Chen Tianshen and Chen Tianlang, standing at the foot of the city wall.

Unsurprisingly, they were still lively and energetic.