Confucian and Taoist Cultivation Starting from the Equipment Slot

This person was none other than Chen Tiansheng.

"This kid..."

He had heard Xie Shi'an mention this guy before, the lovestruck young man.

He himself had no objection to this; mutual affection was enough, and besides, Xie Zhiwei was just a girl.

"But didn't Shi An arrange for them to escape? Why is he still here? Where is Zhiwei?"

The question flashed through my mind and disappeared in an instant.

"As long as Shi An can escape with his men, that's all that matters."

Chen Tiansheng barged into the crowd.

They ran right into a Wang family archer who had been sent flying by the Xie family patriarch.

Without thinking, he punched the other man in the face, shattering his nose.

Blood splattered on his fist, but he didn't bother to wipe it off and kept gushing it inside.

"Chen Tiansheng! Watch out!"

It was Xie Zhiwei's second uncle, Xie Anye's voice.

Chen Tiansheng subconsciously tilted his head, and a poisoned crossbow bolt flew past his ear.

He turned around and saw a man in black pointing a crossbow at him, the second arrow already nocked.

Then the person was sent flying backwards.

It was Chen Zhuo who arrived!

Chen Zhuo withdrew the "war" spell and appeared beside Chen Tiansheng.

The charging mechanism was activated, and the second charge of the "War" scripture was ready, but Chen Zhuo did not rush to release it. Instead, he glanced at the battlefield.

The Xie family patriarch was suppressed by Wang Kui and the two scholars. Although he still had some strength left, his literary energy was being depleted very quickly.

The rest of the Xie family were engaged in fierce combat with the Wang family's warriors and archers, and each of them sustained injuries.

There were already four or five corpses lying on the ground, some from the Xie family and some from the Wang family.

The situation was extremely unfavorable for the Xie family. Although the Xie family patriarch was strong, he was, after all, quite old, and while his literary talent was profound, he couldn't withstand a war of attrition.

The Wang family clearly came prepared, bringing at least twice the number of people as the Xie family.

If this drags on any longer, the Xie family will surely fail.

However, Chen Zhuo's gaze only lingered on the battlefield for a moment.

He didn't come to help the Xie family fight the war.

His purpose was to find the Originium hidden in the Xie family.

In the unknown domain, physical objects cannot be taken out, but information and knowledge can.

He had already made a rough guess about the relationship between Originium and the "Devour" script, as well as its distribution.

Originium can offset the cost of sacrificing vital energy in the "Devour" spell.

At this point in time, the Xie family's Originium mine had not yet fallen into the hands of the Wang family, and it was highly likely that a certain amount of Originium was stored in the Xie residence.

If he could obtain the Originium, his combat power would be immense, and he could also obtain more clues about the "Devouring" script from the royal family.

Therefore, his actions were simple.

That means taking advantage of the chaos of war to sneak into the inner courtyard, find the Originium, and then leave.

He couldn't change the fate of the Xie family.

Even if Song Zhiyuan came, it wouldn't change the fact that the difference in strength was too great.

But he can bring this knowledge back to the real world. (Thinking/Thinking)

Moreover, he had not yet spotted Xie Shi'an, the head of the Xie family.

Wang Zhongting was not seen either.

Chen Zhuo speculated that they had another battlefield elsewhere.

This would be more conducive to his actions.

At this point, he whispered something to Chen Tiansheng:

"I'm going to help the Xie family patriarch."

Before Chen Tiansheng could answer, he activated the "Moon" script again, using the moonlight to enter a stealthy state and quietly withdraw from the battle.

Instead of rushing forward, he retreated into the inner courtyard.

He saw several open account books in a study in the inner courtyard.

Next to the ledger were several stones. Chen Zhuo looked closely and saw that they were source stones.

"It seems they were also researching Originium back then. It really came without any effort."

Just as Chen Zhuo was about to leave after picking up the Originium, he noticed another box next to him.

The box itself is made of special materials, with fine runes engraved on its surface, which can block the detection of spiritual energy.

He can't unlock it, and he doesn't need to.

He placed his palm on the surface of the box, consuming the Originium to activate the "Devour" spell. The outer shell of the box was quickly decomposed, revealing what was inside.

Three fists of Originium laughing.

Judging from its condition, it's much better than any I've seen before.

"Good stuff!" Chen Zhuo thought to himself.

He then put the three Originium stones into his sleeve and quickly left the study.

The moment he stepped out of the study, a cold wind swept in from the side.

He dodged to the side, a ghost-headed knife grazing his shoulder and striking the door frame behind him, sending splinters flying.

"It's you again."

Manager Wang emerged from the shadows.

He held a ghost-head knife in his hand, and his face was so gloomy it could drip water:

"You cut my hair in the restaurant, and now you're here stealing things. You, surnamed Chen, a literary instructor, coming to the Xie family's inner courtyard in the middle of the night—aren't you afraid of losing face if word gets out?"

Chen Zhuo did not answer.

He was estimating the distance between himself and Steward Wang.

"You think you can get away with this by not saying a word?" Manager Wang licked his lips and raised his ghost-head knife.

"There were too many people at the restaurant last time, so I couldn't really get serious. Now it's just the two of us here, so I'll see what you can pull out of this place..."

"Well……"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Chen Zhuo's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

The five-breath ghost state of the "Fast" scripture allowed him to pass directly through Steward Wang's body and reform into human form behind him.

At the same time, the "war" character launched its first charge, directly ramming into Steward Wang's back.

Manager Wang's body was sent flying forward by the impact, but as a ninth-rank martial artist, he reacted extremely quickly, flipping over in mid-air and slashing at Chen Zhuo with his sword.

Chen Zhuo did not dodge.

He raised his hand, and a light from the character "stone" shone from his palm.

The mastery of the "stone" character in calligraphy created a semi-transparent barrier in front of him.

The demon-headed sword struck the barrier, only sending up a few sparks.

Having succeeded in his attack, Steward Wang's eyes flashed with hatred as he pulled out three talismans from his robes.

"You forced me to do this!"

He painfully tore one of the sheets open, and a cyan-gold light flashed out from it.

The barrier surrounding Chen Zhuo shattered instantly.

Chen Zhuo was startled; now he understood why this guy was so fearless.

But he's not one to be trifled with either!

The moment the barrier shatters, Chen Zhu will activate the "Group" script, copying the "Battle" script into a dual attack.

Two charging trajectories struck Manager Wang's chest from the left and right.

Manager Wang's eyes widened in disbelief.

He didn't even have time to shout before his body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

He struggled to get up, but fell back down again.

He looked down and saw two dents on his chest, only then belatedly realizing what had happened.

His ribs were broken, and his breath stopped flowing.

He raised his head, a hint of madness appearing in his eyes as he looked at Chen Zhuo.

"Let's die together!"

He took out two more talismans from his hand and was about to tear them open.

"not good!"

Chen Zhuo's mind raced. At the critical moment, he activated the "Devouring" script, causing one of the fist-sized source stones to dim slightly.

A faint black hole appeared, and two beams of cyan-gold light shot into it, disappearing without a trace.

"How is that possible!"

Manager Wang exclaimed in surprise!

"What kind of literary technique is this?! No! How do you know the royal family's inherited literary technique?!"

Chen Zhuo did not answer.

He kicked Steward Wang's dagger aside and then searched his body and found a waist token.

The waist tag is engraved with the character "王" (Wang), and the back has a series of numbers.

He carefully put away his waist token, then looked down at Steward Wang: "Where is Wang Zhongting?"

Steward Wang's lips trembled, but he still gritted his teeth and said:

"You...you thought I would tell you?"

Chen Zhuo remained silent as the "Devouring" scripture slowly began to operate.

Manager Wang felt a chill rise up his spine and quickly shouted:

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you! The patriarch planted spies within the Xie family long ago, and they're on their way to find them!"

Just as expected, Chen Zhuo thought to himself.

After getting the answer he wanted, Chen Zhuo activated the "Devouring" scripture, giving him a quick and painless death.

Soon, he was alone in the study again.

Just as he was about to leave, a warm energy surged within his body, continuously tempering it.

"This feeling is... that the effects of the literary technique are at work?"

"But this is clearly an unknowable domain!"

Then two or three streams of energy emerged.

"Delayed gratification?"

Chen Zhuo frowned. Was this due to reality affecting the unknowable realm, or was there some other reason?

But he doesn't have time to investigate this matter in detail right now.

He hadn't forgotten that they were still on the battlefield, and danger could arise if they weren't careful.

By the time he rushed back to the front yard, the situation had changed.

The bamboo cane of the Xie family patriarch broke.

The break was clean, and it looked like it had been cleaved straight in two by a sword.

The old man had a deep sword wound on his chest, running diagonally from his right shoulder to his left rib, and blood soaked through his gray robe.

But he did not fall. He remained standing at the entrance of the Xie Family Ancestral Hall, using his broken cane to support himself on the ground. The remaining scholarly aura around him formed the last barrier, blocking the entrance of the ancestral hall.

Wang Kui was also suffering.

His left arm hung limply at his side, and the wound on his shoulder was so deep that the bone was visible.

The two scholars behind him, one had already collapsed to the ground, and the other was nearly exhausted of his literary energy, panting heavily while supporting his knees.

The archers had already retreated outside the courtyard wall and dared not approach any further.

But Wang Kui laughed: "Senior, how much longer can you hold on? Your literary talent is almost depleted."

As he finished speaking, some figures appeared on the surrounding courtyard walls.

These people are not members of the Wang family, but they are clearly supporting the Wang family.

They may not contribute in direct combat, but at this moment they are most suitable to be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

The Xie family patriarch did not answer, but simply gripped the broken staff even tighter.

He has lived for a very long time, long enough that he has watched everyone here grow up.

There's nothing for this old man to miss.

But the only thing he couldn't let go of was the Xie family's lineage; he wanted to buy them enough time to let them go as far away as possible.

Just then, a series of orderly footsteps came from outside the courtyard, mixed with the metallic sound of armor rubbing together.

Everyone froze.

The county government's troops have arrived.

The leader was a middle-aged captain, followed by twenty fully armed soldiers.

When they rushed into the Xie family compound, they saw corpses and wounded people all over the ground. Even the captain couldn't help but gasp.

"What's going on?" the captain asked sternly.

Wang Kui sheathed his long sword and bowed respectfully.

"Commander Wang has arrived just in time. The Xie family colluded with the demon race with treacherous intentions. The Wang family was ordered by the county magistrate to conduct a preliminary search, but was met with armed resistance from the Xie family. Everyone present can testify to this."

Lieutenant Wang's gaze swept around the courtyard.

He saw the knife wounds on Xie's patriarch, the Wang family members lying dead beside Wang Kui, and the corpses scattered on the ground.

And the crowd watching from the top of the wall.

The truth is irrelevant now; the key point is that he is a member of the Wang family.

Captain Wang said in a deep voice, "They've colluded with the demon race! Take them all down!"

Upon hearing this, the remaining members of the Xie family, who were struggling to keep going, felt their spirits sink completely.

"It seems the Xie family's demise is inevitable!"

Chen Zhuo thought to himself, and the Moon character script appeared, causing him to rush in one direction!

Now that the Wang family has invaded, it is the perfect time for him to infiltrate the Wang family and steal information!

As for Chen Tiansheng, Chen Zhuo doesn't have time to deal with him now.

Soldiers are very fast!