Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 290 - 247: The Day of Transforming Into a Dragon Stirs Up a Storm (5000 words big - ) _1

Chapter 290: Chapter 247: The Day of Transforming Into a Dragon Stirs Up a Storm (5000 words big Chapter) _1

As Li Xuan was preparing, two more people died within the hall. Like before, they were cleaved in half by a pitch-black knife scar, their bodies severed into two up to the waist.

Such a method of near-bisection caused a delay in immediate death. Along with the previous two individuals, a total of four people made heartrending screams, and the many shaken students within the hall became even more panicked.

"You can’t do it," Suxin attempted to dissuade Li Xuan, "He is Knife Demon Li Zhetian! Don’t let these magical instruments mislead you."

"Let’s just try it!"

Li Xuan stood tall and walked towards the center of the hall.

He thought back to how he had just rebuked the many scholars in the hall with words like ’It’s smaller to starve to death than lose one’s principle’. And if he were to do nothing and run away now, could he still have the nerve to live as a person?

At this moment, the ’Yi’ of the sword of Li Zhetian had once again intruded into the hall, making every step Li Xuan took feel extremely difficult. Every inch of his body was emitting explosive noises, even the Kuiniu Luminous Armor was unable to completely block the knife aura of the Knife Demon.

The two Siye, Tong and Lin, who were managing to sustain themselves in the hall, along with Master Yade Fang Ming and Master Jingyuan Kong Xiu, had noticed Li Xuan standing up.

All four of them showed a hint of confusion in their eyes, especially Fang Ming and Kong Xiu.

What was this Six Paths Bureau Colonel of the Liudao Division trying to do? Was he planning to escape? It did not seem that way.

If it were not for the heavy pressure from Li Zhetian’s ’Yi’ of the sword that made speaking extremely difficult for them, they would definitely have questioned him by now.

Quan Dingtian had an inkling of what was going on. His eyes revealed a mix of gratification, intense unease, worry, and helplessness.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Li Xuan unrolled a scroll. At the same time, he softly chanted, "A thousand hammers and ten thousand chisels are born from the deep mountains, a fierce fire burns as if ordinary. Fear not even if our bones are ground to dust, leaving innocence in this world!"

The "Lime Chant" written by Shaobao Yu, with Li Xuan’s chant, a wave of Hao Qi surged out, protecting Li Xuan’s body, eventually forcing away Li Zhetian’s ’Yi’ of the sword.

At this moment, Li Xuan was heading straight out of the hall, towards the direction of the Heart Asking Bell.

"Experiencing hardship and rising with just one scripture, Armors and spears scattered about the stars. Wars left shattered hills and rivers, scattering wind-blowing catkins, our lives, and rain-battered duckweeds on the plaintive beach. Who doesn’t fear death since ancient times, leave the heart as red as Dan’s to illuminate the annals of history."

This is "Crossing the Lonely Ocean", by Duke Wen Zhonglie. Although it stands out in the Mingjing Hall filled with "The Song of Integrity", the source of both works is the same person.

The chanting of Li Xuan was not suppressed. The flow of his Hao Qi seemed even more grand and righteous under this traction, clear-spirited, and upright.

Right up until now, those present had not paid much attention to what he was doing; nor did they know what he wanted to do.

Until Li Xuan’s next line was spoken, "Bite firmly onto the green mountain, root yourself in the rock. After a thousand grinds and ten thousand hits, remain strong and tough, unyielding to winds from all directions!"

What a poem!

Master Yade Fang Ming couldn’t help but cast a sidelong glance at Li Xuan.

He pondered, he had never heard of this poem before.

This wasn’t right; this poem, rooted in imagery and expressing the spirit, whether in terms of conception or momentum, was not inferior to Shaobao’s "Lime Chant".

Normally, with his extensive knowledge and his photographic memory, it was unlikely that he had not heard it before.

What surprised him even more was that at this moment, an aura of Hao Qi, contrary to his cultivation, rose from within Li Xuan’s body.

His entire person seemed to transform into a green bamboo, standing in the onslaught of Li Zhetian’s ’Yi’ of the sword, a thousand grinds and ten thousand hits, yet remaining strong and tough, unyielding to winds from all directions.

And right now, Li Xuan increased his pace and stepped out of the threshold of Mingjing Hall.

"Bluntness cast away within deep grass, now gradually I realize I’ve come out from the miscanthus. If one doesn’t recognize a reaching-cloud-tree, only wait till it reaches the clouds till they say it’s high!"

Yet another poem he had never heard before.

Master Yade Fang Ming’s pupils dilated. Then he saw Li Xuan’s golden Hao Qi start to converge and becoming tougher and more potent. It had already surged up to a hundred zhang, directly confronting the black long knife Quan Dingtian had sealed outside the Eight Diagram Disk.

Right now, Li Xuan was moving and chanting one word at a time, completing one poem every few dozen steps.

"Why not practice with the Wu hook, claiming fifty provinces from the Guan mountains. Please temporarily ascend the Lin Yan pavilion, becoming a book-student in Wanhuhou!"

Lin and Tong, the SIye duo, along with Master Jingyuan Kong Xiu, also couldn’t help but to focus their minds and gaze towards Li Xuan.

"What a seven-character-quatrain, do you know who wrote it?" Kong Xiu curiously asked aloud, seemingly indifferent to the heavy pressure from Li Zhetian.

But Lin and Tong, the SIye duo, were too lazy to answer. They looked at Li Xuan’s retreating figure, and their eyes showed surprise.

"I’ve never heard of them before. They might be original works of this Bureau Colonel. That was the third one I’ve never heard of before."

Master Yade Fang Ming looked outside and said, "Jingshen, check the sutra-pasting wall outside."

Jingshen was Kong Xiu’s alias. Upon hearing this, he followed the direction of the gaze and saw that the many pieces of paper on the sutra-pasting wall were all glowing.

At this point, more and more scholars noticed Li Xuan’s figure. As they were struggling to shoulder the pressuring from Li Zhetian’s ’Yi’ of the sword, they watched Li Xuan, their faces showing various expressions ranging from surprise to shock and bewilderment.

"From being a mischievous child hiding in the deep grass till now, gradually realizing I’ve come out from the weeds. People of the time don’t recognize a tree that can touch the clouds until it touches the clouds before saying it’s tall!"

"That’s the fourth poem, all were written by you?" Suxin, on Li Xuan’s shoulder, was watching him with an astonished expression.

It’s a pity that she was not knowledgeable of modern vocabulary, otherwise at this moment she would definitely be saying ’fuck fuck fuck fuck’, her mind filled with countless questions.