Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 292 - 247: The Day of Transforming Into a Dragon Stirs Up a Storm (5000 words big - ) _3

Chapter 292: Chapter 247: The Day of Transforming Into a Dragon Stirs Up a Storm (5000 words big Chapter) _3

"Xuan?"

A hundred steps away, Xue Yunrou, having lost her reason while witnessing this scene, desperately wanted to run to him, but was pulled back by Jiang Hanyun.

The latter’s distinct black and white eyes flickered with complex emotions.

――That guy, he’s far superior to the most brave, upright, and heroic version of him she could ever dream of!

Lady Jiang by her side gazed at him in awe while feeling a sense of unspeakable relief and admiration, "Just as I expected of Xuan! Such literary talent, such valor, such heroism - who in the world can rival him?"

She wondered, apart from this young man before her eyes, who else in the world would be worthy of Hanyun?

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of Wenxin House, Li Zhetian momentarily withdrew his hand from the Heart Asking Bell, "You’ve surprised me again!"

With his arms behind his back, he looked down at Li Xuan, "Can you continue?"

At that moment, he doubled the pressure of his sword intention towards Li Xuan.

The veins of Li Xuan’s neck were now visible.

"Those with a will shall succeed, break the cauldron and sink the boat, the Second Qin Pass will ultimately belong to Chu; the hard-working shall not be abandoned by heaven, taste the bitterness and sleeping on brushwood, three thousand Yuejia can swallow Wu."

Although it was not a poem, the ambition and resolute courage was evident in his words.

"Dark clouds cover the long cloud of the Qing Sea, the solitary city looks far at the Yumen Pass. After a hundred battles in yellow sand, wear a golden armor, will not return until the Loulan breaks!"

Boom!

The swirling black cloud in the air was unexpectedly torn apart by the overwhelming spirit of Li Xuan. The dimmed stars and moon began to appear.

"Clang!"

Li Zhetian unsheathed his waist sword, pointed it at Li Xuan, who was now less than a hundred steps away from the Heart Asking Bell, "How unimaginable, since reaching the heavenly level, I, Li Zhetian, never once imagined I’d have to draw my sword against a fourth house level Wu cultivator."

He did not slash his long sword, but the black sword in the sky, which was full of the intangible intention, suddenly plunged thousands of feet. The ground of the Guozi Bureau, even Yuhuatai, was cracking inch by inch.

"Today, if you can ascend this Wenxin House, I’m defeated. From then on, I’ll no longer touch this Heart Asking Bell, nor harm a single blade of grass or a tree in Guozi Bureau."

Li Xuan, however, put his hands in front of him and saw tiny blood beads appear on his skin. His capillaries had ruptured under the heavy pressure, and the blood was forced out of the cracks in the skin and even from the sweat glands.

Behind him, all the people in Mingjing Hall were watching his silhouette.

Can this Colonel pull it off? Under the pressing magic sword of Li Zhetian, can he ascend?

All the students of the Guozi Bureau knew that they were powerless this time. The only thing everyone could do at this moment was to recite the Song of Righteousness in the loudest voice they could muster, even resorting to shouting, even roaring.

"You’re really impressive." Suxin looked lost as she watched Li Xuan, "In the past, Xue Yue, who was at the half-heavenly level, was not even able to make him draw his sword! And he was far more injured than you."

After speaking with a voice full of admiration, her tone suddenly changed, "Use the Wenshan Seal! You’ve done well enough to get to this point. Utilizing the Wenshan Seal, coupled with the power of the protector residing within the Heart Asking Bell, can already drive Li Zhetian away! There’s no need to exacerbate your injuries. Little Wenshan can barely contain himself now, let it surge!"

"Tell him to hold back! It’s not time yet," Li Xuan, however, simply smiled and patted the long sword, "If I merely force him to retreat, wouldn’t that belittle me, who is the Hufa of Neo-Confucianism? Wouldn’t it belittle the many past and present intellectuals of Confucianism and Neo-Confucianism? And wouldn’t it belittle the ambitious students of the Guozi Bureau who are present here?"

"You--" Suxin could only stare in disbelief.

He was not satisfied with merely forcing the almost invincible Li Zhetian to retreat?

At that moment, Li Xuan rose into the air.

Although he appeared to be stepping into the void, it felt as if there were stairs under his foot carrying him skywards.

"How should one depict Mount Tai? The green in Qilu is still unsurpassed. Nature is a masterpiece, Yin and Yang divides day from night. My expansive chest breeds lofty clouds, a determined look starts the returning birds. When I stand at the top, I look down at the mountains!"

At the time this poem was recited, Li Xuan had already reached a position parallel to the fifth floor of the Wenxin House.

"Get down!"

A glimmer of thunder appeared in Li Zhetian’s eyes, he waved his sleeve, and stepped forward on the rooftop, aiming his sharp sword intention at Li Xuan.

Meanwhile, the entire Wenxin House under Li Zhetian was starting to crack.

But Li Xuan’s body fell, just as he wished, plunging down like a heavy stone.

At this moment, everyone watching was filled with shock. However, to their relief, Li Xuan managed to stabilize his figure three feet above the ground.

Li Xuan bit his gums at this point, letting out a loud, heroic, valor-filled voice that echoed all around!

"Standing alone in the cold autumn, the great Yangtze River flows, Bagua Continent ahead.

I see mountains turning red, layered forest dyed; the river’s azure spreads, a hundred boats sail.

The eagle strikes the extensive sky, fish leaps at a shallow depth, all kinds compete freely in the frosty heaven.

Feeling melancholy, I ask the vast earth, who controls rise and fall―"

Inside Mingjing Hall, Long Rui felt a burst of heat in his forehead. His already boiling passion seemed to be about to tear apart his chest.

He had thought it was just him, but when Long Rui looked around, he realized that even the self-controlled Wang Jing was also getting overly excited, roaring loudly with everyone else!

At this moment, the powerful spirits of more than five thousand people swept up like a dragon, roared upwards, bursting the black clouds and the blade aura that blocked the sky, and finally exposed the moon and the stars.

In front of Wenxin House, Li Xuan was ascending step by step. His figure, his valor, was shattering and defeating Li Zhetian’s sword intention, and sword power, surging upward with an unstoppable momentum.

"―-I bring along friends from long ago with whom I had great joy, and remember such hard and rough years.

Just like a young student, full of youthful spirit; a scholar with aspirations, brandishing a whip at archarvean.

Pointing to the Nation, agitating the words, shit mound can become a mansion.

Remember not, fighting against the waves, the boat against the current?"

Just as the last phrase was spoken, Li Xuan was already eye to eye with Li Zhetian.

The two of them shared a look across five feet of space, then Li Xuan took the first step towards the building edge.

"Up on the mountains stands a thousand-height tower, the rooster crows when the sun rises.

Fear not the clouds that hide the eyes, only feel guilty of being at the highest level."

Boom!

Li Zhetian’s long sword in the air suddenly rushed to Li Xuan, at the same time, the Wenshan Seal in Li Xuan’s sleeve flew out with its accumulated vast spirit, wrapping all the protector’s power of the twenty-seven Hufa of Neo-Confucianism and Zhuzi.

Under the Wenshan seal in the air, there appeared a huge character for ’reason’!