Great Confucian

By the time I finished dealing with all the people simmering with hostility, it was already very late...

I leaned back in the rocking chair, too tired to even move my hands.

Turning her head, she saw Yingzi silently hiccuping beside her, so she asked, "Aren't you going to get into trouble for eating so much anger?"

The shadow shook its head at me.

This surprised the supervisor standing nearby: "Xu Yi, you can see the appearance of a shadow?"

"Huh? Can't you see it, old man?"

"Hehe, hahaha, not bad, Xu Yi. I thought you were regressing, but I didn't expect you to have been quietly growing all along!"

Just then, Baohe returned. He jumped onto my stomach and lay down, complaining, "I'm so tired, Xuyi. I need to get some sleep."

"Okay," I nodded, "I'm exhausted too."

Wu Qing bowed to me and the supervisor, saying, "Baohe and I have seen everyone in the palace, so there shouldn't be any oversights."

I nodded vaguely and instantly drifted off to sleep.

The next second, I heard birds chirping and smelled the fragrance of flowers. I opened my eyes and saw Bai Er standing next to me.

Baohe and I were both sleeping under that huge jujube tree. He smiled at me, then raised his hand to infuse my body with spiritual energy to soothe me. I quickly stopped him, saying, "No, this is my own doing. Don't let it affect you."

He smiled, tilted his head, and said to me, "We share the consequences."

What's the difference between one practitioner saying to another that we "share the consequences of karma" and saying, "You are mine"?

Uh... okay, okay, we're already on the Three Lives Stone anyway, so I'm not going to dwell on it anymore.

When I woke up, it was already midnight. Baohe was woken up by my movements. He stretched lazily and sighed, "I slept so well."

Of course, someone was using spiritual power to soothe our bodies, so we naturally slept soundly.

Baohe stood up and said to me, "Xu Yi, I'm going back to the well. You should go back to your room and rest too."

"Hmm," I nodded, and just as I stood up and stretched, Wu Qing arrived. He bowed and said, "Miss Xu, someone from the Crown Prince's residence requests your presence."

Uh... what's meant to happen will happen, I nodded.

When I arrived at the Crown Prince's residence with the people who came to pick me up, I saw that the outside of the residence was covered by a layer of pale yellow magic.

You can still hear the prince's painful screams from inside...

When I arrived at the main courtyard of the Crown Prince's residence, I saw the three people I had seen before standing outside the courtyard. Each of them was holding a magic weapon, and each of them had minor injuries.

They all glanced at me, then awkwardly bowed to me, saying, "Please, young lady."

What an absurd scene! But considering that I was the one who caused this situation, I feel a little more at ease...

As I approached, I discovered the Crown Princess lying on the ground to one side of the courtyard. I was immediately taken aback: "The Crown Princess?"

A servant stepped forward and reported, "The Crown Princess has simply fainted. Because the Crown Prince was in a riot and it was difficult to get close, we were unable to carry her out."

My heart, which had been in my throat, finally settled down...

Looking back at the courtyard, I saw the Crown Prince clutching his head in anguish. A faint, dark gray shadow seemed to be trying to break free from his body, but it was too tightly bound, and only a struggling, blurry figure could be seen...

I went in and carried the Crown Princess out of the ground. The maid who was kneeling outside immediately came over and took her in. When she looked up and saw it was me, she was immediately incredulous: "It's you?"

"Uh..." I awkwardly touched my ear and said, "My recipe isn't that powerful. Did your Crown Princess add something to it?"

The maid cried again: "The Crown Princess thought the prescription was excellent, so she increased the dosage..."

Uh... no wonder, then it makes sense that she was injured and unconscious.

I patted the maid and said, "Take her away and find a doctor to take a look. She should wake up in a couple of days."

After the maid carried the Crown Princess away, the three people waiting outside the courtyard looked at me differently.

The person who took the Buddhist treasure was the first to stand up: "So all of this was done by the young lady."

"What's wrong?" I retorted shamelessly, "You're making it sound like your master didn't trip me up."

The man flicked his sleeve, turned his head, and said nothing more.

The Taoists observe their nose with their eyes and their heart with their nose, remaining silent.

The Confucian one, however, smiled and said to me, "Young lady, your willingness to come and save our lord from danger at this moment is truly a great act of love!"

Loving it so much is a load of rubbish. I'm here mainly because of the bad things I've done.

At that moment, the prince in the courtyard shouted again, and the shadow that had emerged from his body became even more solid and pulled even more. With the prince's exclamation, the pale yellow magic shield next to the courtyard also trembled.

I quickly walked over to the Confucian monk and reached out my hand: "Quick, give me that pen in your hand."

He paused for a moment before placing the pen in my hand. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down, then opened my eyes and wrote the character '镇' (zhen, meaning town).

The written character '镇' (zhen, meaning 'town' or 'suppress') emitted a dazzling yellow light and shot towards the top of the courtyard's protective barrier before crashing down, suppressing the crazed prince in the courtyard by a fraction. But that wasn't enough!

I concentrated again and wrote the character '镇' (zhen, meaning 'to suppress'). This time, the character flew over and merged with the previous one, then became brighter and larger, pressing down heavily...

A long, melodious sound rang out around them, and then the prince was forced to kneel on the ground by the words, his head bowed and motionless.

I quickly wrote another 'lock' character to reinforce the magical barrier around the courtyard, then threw the pen away and rushed into the courtyard.

I rushed to the Crown Prince, grabbed his chin with one hand and lifted his head, while using the other hand to plunge the bone whip between his eyebrows, three or four inches deep, before I finally touched the prince's murderous aura. The prince began to shriek again, and a dark gray phantom of the prince's appearance appeared on his face. He shouted, "Aunt, I am also your nephew, why won't you help me?"

I focused on pulling the bone spur out little by little, and took a moment to reply to him: "You're just a bunch of vicious energy left, you've lost your mind, how can I help you? Get out of here right now!"

He tried to pull my hand away forcefully, shouting, "It's all your fault! It's all your doing! Otherwise, how could I have lost my mind?"

"What did I do?" I retorted, "If your mother hadn't killed the Third Prince, how would you have been blamed for this?"

"What?!" The prince roared in fury, "You're lying! You're lying!"

I had just pulled out a tiny bit of the bone spur that had been lodged so deep, and cold sweat was already pouring down my forehead: "Don't you think about it? You've lived for over twenty years and all the scheming and maneuvering you've learned is less than someone who died at a young age. If he were still alive, how could you possibly have become the crown prince?"

"You lied to me, you lied to me... Ah... Ahh..." His hands kept grabbing my hands that were holding the bone spur, scratching until the skin on both of my wrists was torn off.

I ignored it and focused solely on pulling out the bone spur. I had only pulled it out an inch when the dark gray phantom covering the prince's body began to struggle violently. I quickly shouted, "Come and help me, everyone!"

The three people who were outside the courtyard finally came in together and began to calm the prince's violent temper...

"You actually teamed up against me! You've been taking all the Crown Prince's salary for nothing?! Ah... ahhhh..."

The others didn't answer, so I helped them out: "They were only recruited during the time of the Third Prince. Do you think they don't know who their real master is? You can come out now."

I used all my strength, and only managed to pull the malevolent energy out two inches before it recoiled back, trapped by the bone spur…

"You guys... hurry up and help!"

But the three people trying to stabilize the malevolent energy were all covered in cold sweat. They gritted their teeth and said tremblingly, "Do you think we're all like you? We've already done our best to keep this malevolent energy from running away!"

I glanced at the Confucian scholar behind the Crown Prince, then looked down at the Crown Prince's face and called out, "Third Prince, hurry up and come out now, write something for yourself..."

On the struggling, illusory faces, the faces of the Crown Prince and the Third Prince flickered and overlapped repeatedly, but could never settle down...

I shouted outside the courtyard, "Go find him! Go find the great scholar! Hurry!"

The most suitable candidates are the Confucian scholars, since they have refined both Taoist and Buddhist magical artifacts, and ordinary people may not be able to unleash their power. Only that pen can be manipulated by any Confucian scholar, and the method is simple...

I couldn't see anyone outside the courtyard; I only heard someone reply "Yes," followed by the sound of someone running away at top speed...

I was constantly wrestling with the Crown Prince's rage, and it took me a quarter of an hour before I heard someone coming over.

He shouted to us in the courtyard, "Girls, the great scholar has been found."

"Let them in!" By this time, sweat was dripping from my forehead, and my hands were much weaker. I could only urge, "Hurry up, quick!"

Then, the scene I least expected appeared: two of the scholars dressed in their robes couldn't even hold the brush, and the other one could barely hold it but could only write one stroke before giving up...

I was going crazy: "What kind of people did you hire? They can't even write a single word?"

The servants exchanged bewildered glances: "These are all the great Confucian scholars we can find right now..."

None of these methods work! "Go look again, go again!"

"Yes, yes, yes," the servant quickly replied and ran out again.

Just then, a soft voice came from outside the courtyard: "Can I try?"

I couldn't turn my head, so I shouted, "Come in! Hurry up, I can't see you!"

The man came in, and I could only hear the slow, deliberate sound of his footsteps. When he stood beside me, I saw that he was an old man dressed in tattered clothes. His hair was disheveled, his face was unkempt, and he had a faint, sour smell...

At this moment, people outside the courtyard began to mock: "Old Xu, are you senile? They're looking for a great scholar, not a beggar!"

But no one else came over at that moment. I yelled at the people laughing outside the courtyard, "Shut up!" Then I looked at the old man next to me and said, "Take that pen and write 'draw out'."

“Alright,” the old man squatted down, and as soon as his hand touched the pen, it emitted a dazzling light. He then easily picked up the pen and wrote the words “敕，抽戾” in a flowing, elegant style.

Then a miracle happened. As soon as he finished writing, those three words flew into the prince's body, and I clearly felt the resistance weaken...