Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 289 - 246: Words written on the Forehead_1

Chapter 289: Chapter 246: Words written on the Forehead_1

"Li Zhetian?"

Quan Dingtian’s gaze had already swept towards the direction of Wenxin House.

His vision penetrated multiple barriers, leading straight to the top of Wenxin House. When the unrestrained figure caught his eye, Quan Dingtian’s pupils instantly contracted as an imposing air of Great Rectitude surged within him, soaring high into the sky.

"Let go of it! The Guozi Bureau won’t tolerate your insolence!"

This outpouring of intense energy surprisingly condensed into several characters of purple and gold in mid-air.

Li Xuan closely observed and found that these were the contents of "The Book of Changes". Eventually, they transformed into a purple-gold eight diagrams disk, crashing down towards the top of the building with a loud thud.

With the rotation of the yin and yang, the entire top floor of Wenxin House was crushed into particles by the massive force.

Yet, the Li Zhetian on the upper floor remained unscathed. He reached out to grab the ’Heart Asking Bell’, causing waves of energy to emanate from around the bell. Meanwhile, he glanced over at Mingjing Hall, then sneered, "The actual form of Hao Qi? Not bad at all. That slippery fish of yesteryear is now only one step away from the heavenly level, it wasn’t in vain that I spared you back then. But with just you, do you really think you can stop me?"

He slightly swept his sleeve, dispersing the purple-gold eight diagrams with several vast streams of sword energy.

Simultaneously, a gigantic black long knife appeared eminently in the airspace above Wenxin House. Its length was unknown, spanning between heaven and earth with its hilt upward and blade pointing downward, filled with an aura of nothingness. Not only was it itself void of luminance, but it also absorbed all the light within the vicinity, shrouding the surrounding ten miles of Yuhuatai in darkness. Starlight and moonlight were completely obscured.

At this moment, the clouds high in the sky were stirred, forming into a massive vortex.

A brutal, irresistible Yi of the sword pierced down from the sky, forcing Quan Dingtian to cough up blood, while a hint of purple appeared in his eyes.

"Presumptuous!"

"Audacious!"

At this time, not only were the faces of the two Siye’s Tong and Lin enraged, but the De-Ya Ju Shi Fang Ming and Master Jingyuan Kong Xiu also had gloomy expressions.

The Hao Qi in all four individuals vented simultaneously, each forming colossal pillars of golden-red color that filled the space between heaven and earth.

Moreover, the Siye Mr. Tong revealed his Haoqi cultivation that was only slightly shy of Quan Dingtian’s. His immense Hao Qi seemed to vaguely form the shape of a golden cauldron.

A red gleam appeared in his eyes, "Today’s Guozi Bureau is not what it was in the past! You dare to tamper with the Confucian orthodoxy, heretic?"

Upon hearing this, Li Zhetian atop Wenxin House couldn’t help but scoff, "Indeed, times have changed. It feels weaker, though."

Boom!

With a thunderous roar, the golden cauldron that had just started to take shape was shattered and annihilated by the Yi of the sword sweeping through the sky!

Not only did Siye Mr. Tong’s end bleed from his seven orifices, but a pitch-black sword mark also appeared on the side of his shoulder.

"As for this ’Heart Asking Bell’, I once destroyed it in the past, and can do so once again today!"

At this moment, with a sweep of his robe, he shattered the Hao Qi golden sword that was piercing through the void.

This was sent by Quan Dingtian, who although was suppressed by Li Zhetian’s Yi of the sword, was plotting a counterstrike at every moment.

Li Zhetian once again glanced at Mingjing Hall.

"A bit underestimated you, yet where my long knife points, neither heaven nor earth can withstand, within the six realms all is silent, you are not capable enough!"

At this moment, the rooftop of Mingjing Hall exploded into countless fragments, raining down.

At this time, not only did several scholars present displayed more or less sword marks on their bodies, but the several thousand Jiansheng present also felt the immense mental pressure slashing through the room.

Those scholars who were still sitting cross-legged inside and outside the hall were fine, but those who had already stood up were "slammed" to the ground by the overwhelming pressure of the sword, without exception! Even with a far surpassing human being’s soul power, Li Xuan felt a piercing pain in his Divine Consciousness.

It felt as though a sword was hanging over his head, its sharp edge piercing into his skull.

Among the crowd, only Quan Dingtian stood tall under the pressure of the sword. Multiple black streaks appeared on his body continuously,

and the blood trickling from his mouth stained his chest.

"The Saint once said, a man’s determination cannot be seized! The Sub-Sage also stated, ’Valiant power can not be bent!’

At this moment, a hint of his heart could be seen through a black streak that had cracked open on Quan Dingtian’s chest. His whole body lit up with a crimson flame: "As long as Quan lives for another day, he will not tolerate your, Li Zhetian’s insolence."

At this moment, the purple-gold eight diagrams above Mingjing Hall condensed once again, forcibly repelling Li Zhetian’s Yi of the sword outside Mingjing Hall.

But at this moment, the faces of the vast majority of the Jiansheng present turned red with indignation.

"Jijiu sir, you mustn’t!"

"Teacher——"

Both Long Rui and Wang Jing had tears in their eyes. They both knew that Quan Dingtian was burning his life force at this moment.

At this point, their counterpart, the leader of Jiangzuo, Zhen Huandou, began to chant aloud, "I was imprisoned in the north courtyard, sitting in a room of soil. The room is eight feet wide, deep enough for four people. A single door, small and low, the white gap is narrow and dirty underneath, and it is gloomy. During this summer day, all the energies converge here——"

Li Xuan recognized this as the preface to Zhonglie Duke Wen’s "The Song of Integrity".

After Zhen Huandou’s first sentence, the echoing voices in the hall had already begun to rise and falter: "When rain gathers in gloomy clumps, and tables and beds float around, that is the humidity; when mud is half-plastered in the morning, and steam roils tumultuous, that is the earth; when the sky suddenly clears and the heat blares, and the paths of the wind are blocked, that is the sun’s energy--"

Their voices gradually blended into one, and the overwhelming spirit of thousands of people gradually converged, merging with the five scholars present, stretching across heaven and earth like a pillar of Purple Gold, shaking the stars.

A glimmer appeared in Quan Dingtian’s eyes. A bronze token flew into his hand, rushing into the sky, containing the wild and fierce spirit of thousands, condensing them into one the size of a wheel, crashing towards the giant black blade.

At this impact, heaven and earth trembled, and countless beams of light emerged above. The starlight and moonlight, blocked by Li Zhetian’s sword intent, began to reveal themselves to everyone’s sight.

Li Xuan was also reciting The Song of Integrity along with everyone else: "In my weakness and humbleness, I reap and I sow, two years have passed like this without suffering, perhaps it is because of adequate nourishment. But how can one know what nourishes? Mencius said, ’I nourish my Great Rectitude.’ His spirit has seven, mine has one, even if one is against seven, what do I have to worry about--"

It was at this moment when a woman’s voice suddenly echoed by his ear.

"Master, you must run. Leave now, or it will be too late!"

Li Xuan was taken aback, only then recognizing this as the voice of Suxin, the Artifact Spirit of the Heart Asking Bell. He then raised his brows: "Why should I run?"

"If you don’t run now, I’m going to go crazy. I can’t endure it anymore, I don’t want to go mad again. You are my master, my main spirit is attached to you. There’s still hope of recovery, otherwise no one can save me."

Suxin’s words were filled with panic: "Also, he will not spare you. As soon as he discovers the words you’ve written inside the bell, he will certainly become interested in you. Over the past few decades, many heroes have died at his hands, becoming stepping stones for his advancement in swordsmanship."

"Is that really necessary?" Li Xuan glanced at the bronze seal in the sky, then looked at Quan Dingtian, who was aflame.

"It’s useless! Back then, Xue Yue had already reached the half-heavenly level at the age of twenty-eight, but he still fell victim to Li Zhetian."

Suxin laughed scornfully: "Quan Dingtian may be powerful, but he’s not as good as your girlfriend’s father. He has waited until now, merely wanting to use the tragic and heroic spirit of these thousands of students, along with his official authority and his status as a Jiangnan scholar, to use his shi to suppress Li Zhetian."

But Li Zhetian, the Sword Demon, not only is his swordsmanship close to the realm of Divinity, he is also proficient in the art of talisman arrays. If he were so easily suppressed, the Court and Liudao Division wouldn’t have been powerless against him till now. Today Li Zhetian must have come prepared."

As she finished speaking, six towering pillars of energy suddenly erupted from the six sides of Guozi Bureau, converging with Li Zhetian’s divine consciousness and forming six giant black swords. They surrounded the Guozi Bureau in a hexagonal formation.

"Using ’shi’ to suppress others? You’re not worthy!"

Li Zhetian on top of Wenxin House, smiled coldly, not even bothering to spare a glance at Mingjing Hall.

As the starlight in the sky was once again blocked, the void-like black sword intent became even more unfathomable, shrouded in a layer of bloody aura. On the contrary, micro-cracks appeared on the bronze seal.

At the same time, two students in Mingjing Hall were all of a sudden bisected by a black sword mark.

"Hear me clearly! From now on, I will choose two people to kill in Mingjing Hall once every three breaths, until I have slain you all!"

At that moment, fear could be seen on the faces of at least a thousand people present. The "Song of Integrity" they recited, started to shiver, and the Great Rectitude emanating from them became impure.

Tong and Lin, the two Siye in the hall, Master Yade and Master Jingyuan exchanged glances. Then, they began to look pale and withered.

At this point, although they did not burn fire like Quan Dingtian, they were all using their own life elements to maintain the situation, holding back the fracturing of the bronze seal in the sky.

"This is Li Zhetian’s ’shi’, the supreme ferocity gathered from defeating tens of thousands of opponents in battles throughout the years. He excels at using words to provoke and break people’s hearts."

The figure of Suxin as a three-inch tall figurine appeared on Li Xuan’s shoulder, her face pale: "Run quickly--"

But Suxin’s voice came to a halt because she noticed that all the magical instruments on Li Xuan’s body were glowing, resonating with the great rectitude spread over this place.

"What are you trying to do?"

How could this guy possess an outfit of magical instruments infused with Great Rectitude Martial Intention?

"I can’t run!"

Li Xuan looked distantly at the figure on the Wenxin House, his eyes shining with an extraordinary glow: "Have you not heard that in the face of two armies, the general who disregards his army and retreats first should be beheaded? Moreover, if this man really is in full control, he wouldn’t resort to this method to break people’s spirits."

Suxin felt a mix of laughter and tears: "He’s just too lazy to expend effort."

"But if I run now, what face will I have in serving as Hufa of Neo-Confucianism?"

Li Xuan released his Divine Consciousness, feeling and discerning carefully: "Don’t worry, I’m not so bold as to throw my life away. I can feel it, the heroic spirit of the scholars here is still present, magnificently great, no one can resist it. It’s just that Jijiu Quan is subjected to conditions, and cannot fully stimulate it, nor merge it into one. There should still be a chance in this battle."

Suxin couldn’t help but laugh, wondering if, Quan Dingtian couldn’t do it, could you?

"I remember, Suxin, you said that as long as I’m willing to use my Yuan Qi, I can summon the Guardianship power left in the Heart Asking Bell by Master Yu and the previous Hufa, right?"

Without waiting for Suxin’s reply, Li Xuan gripped the ’Wenshan Seal’ in his sleeve and asked by thought, "You can do that, right? Little guy?"

He didn’t have much contact with the Artifact Spirit of the ’Wenshan Seal’, but the latter’s response was extremely intense, the entire seal trembling endlessly.

Suxin froze for a moment, noticing that the "Great Rectitude" exuding from Li Xuan was not only turning pure golden, but also gushing out like a never-ending fountain.

It seemed as if four big characters were written on his forehead--Righteousness Even Unto Death!