Chapter 796 The Scholar "Steals" the Emperor's Writings

Wei Wu died tragically on the spot, and his white jade Buddhist beads fell into the hands of Ouyang Rong.

After saying this, he walked towards Rongzhen, Yi Qianqiu, Granny Song, and the others.

Having witnessed Wei Wu's tragic death, the people who were originally preparing to greet him instinctively took a step back.

Rong Zhen, who was staring at Ouyang Rong with red eyes, was also pulled back by Yi Qianqiu and the others.

Only Old Yang remained in place, seemingly having come to terms with the situation, slowly turning the pages of a Confucian classic, ignoring the fighting outside.

The women belatedly realized something.

When that arc fell and beheaded, the golden light from the Buddhist beads in Wei Wu's hand did not have time to protect him.

I don't know if I forgot or what happened.

However, those who bind Buddhist prayer beads are supposed to be protected by the golden light of the Buddha.

Furthermore, the eighteen-bead Buddhist rosary in the young man's hand was a gift from Rong Zhen. It only contained one white jade rosary, so it shouldn't have been able to receive so much golden light protection.

He had just used the golden light of his Buddhist beads to become immune to a white dragon's attack, which had already surprised the people on the high platform.

From the moment the young man in the Confucian robe wearing a bronze fox mask entered the main grotto, every little detail on the scene began to reveal a certain eeriness.

Some of them couldn't help but clutch the Buddhist prayer beads in their sleeves, and some became suspicious and uneasy.

"Ouyang Lianghan, what do you mean by this? Are you still unrepentant?!"

Granny Song scolded him sharply in anger, but after a pause, she restrained herself and tried to soften her voice:

"I know you have a grudge against Wei Wu, but with a formidable enemy at hand, this is not the time for infighting and backstabbing. Don't act rashly. Let's work together to repel these traitors first."

Ouyang Rong ignored it and walked slowly forward, passing by Wei Wu's headless corpse without looking to the side.

At this moment, a strange scene occurred, and Granny Song choked up.

A purplish-black light flashed across the bronze fox face of the young man in the scholar's robe, which only revealed the eyes and lips.

Ouyang Rong pointed his index finger at the fox-faced man's forehead.

Immediately, the surrounding space distorted as if sunlight were being refracted.

It was as if a sheet of paper was being peeled away from their feet, and the "young man in a scholar's robe" was torn off, replaced by Wei Wu, who had just died.

The lifelike "Wei Wu" figure, with a smile on his lips, walks towards the crowd, playing with two strings of Buddhist prayer beads in his hands.

One string of beads was an eighteen-bead gift from Rongzhen to Zhen Shuyuan, and the other string was a white jade Buddhist rosary belonging to Weiwu.

The white jade prayer beads that were originally bound to Wei Wu seemed to sense their master's return, and lit up with a golden light, as if responding joyfully.

In the next instant, Wei Wu crushed it with a smile.

White jade prayer beads were ground into powder.

Everyone looked surprised as he opened his palms again.

Dark gold particles rose from the white powder.

They are grains of gold.

Upon seeing these grains of gold sand, Granny Song and Yi Qianqiu exchanged a glance, both somewhat surprised.

They seemed to have known what was inside all along, but they didn't expect Ouyang Lianghan to know as well.

Wei Wu's figure was torn off like a sticker, and the young man in the scholar's robe reappeared in the same spot, as if he had taken off an outer garment.

Not far away, a violin case flew over and hovered in front of him.

The young man in the scholar's robe reached out with a touch of elegance, took out a tube of spiritual ink from the box, turned around and walked towards Old Yang, taking the Confucian classic from the old man who was engrossed in reading.

"Lend me your money, and I'll save your life."

Old Yang stared blankly at the somewhat unfamiliar smiling young man in a scholar's robe.

"Junior Scholar..."

"Shhh."

The young man in the scholar's robe held up a finger to his lips.

He held the Confucian classics in his hands, and the bamboo tube opened by itself without wind, releasing the spiritual ink that gathered at his fingertips.

The young man in the scholar's robe was drawing on the paper.

It looks like drawing a talisman.

Everyone watched this scene with astonishment and uncertainty.

At the same time, Xue Zhongzhu and Wei Shaoqi, high in the sky, reacted.

Wei Shaoqi looked seriously at the [Craftsmanship] that was still rising into the air and spreading its sword, unrolled the scroll, and began to prepare.

Having temporarily escaped, Xue Zhongzhu saw that Ouyang Rong was ignoring her and slowly drawing talismans below. Enraged, she thrust out a sword.

The young man in the scholar's robe, who was drawing and writing, gently patted the wine pot with his palm.

The [Craftsmanship] sword suddenly shot out.

The candle in the snow was repelled once again.

Wei Shaoqi quickly used the Peach Blossom Spring Map to help, and the two were temporarily tied up by [Craftsmanship] and unable to break free.

The sword energy of [Craftsmanship] seems inexhaustible.

He was clearly only a seventh-rank swordsman, but his sword energy seemed inexhaustible, even more vast than hers.

Xuezhongzhu was filled with doubt and uncertainty, and couldn't help but recall the situation when they fought at Dagushan.

That was true back then, but now he's using it with increasing skill.

He was so focused on drawing talismans that he didn't use his full strength to fight them, as if he was too lazy to use his full power.

On the high platform, the young man in the scholar's robe suddenly stopped writing.

Holding the Confucian classics in one's hands, turning a page without wind, the page naturally falls off and flies up to the top of one's head.

On the withered yellow pages, eight seal characters were written in blood-red ink:

Kui Xing points to the Big Dipper, standing out from the crowd.

Everyone immediately recognized it as a Kui Xing talisman.

It symbolizes the Confucian concept of "cultivating one's mind and character, restraining oneself and returning to propriety," while also incorporating the orthodox Taoist belief in the "Kui Xing" star.

This talisman is popular among the common people. Scholarly families love to worship Kui Xing, offer incense and pray for blessings. Legend has it that those who worship Kui Xing, whether officials or students, will gain wisdom, literary talent, a smooth career, and rapid advancement in their careers.

A Kui Xing talisman written with spiritual ink, its characters seemingly alive, "whooshed" into the string of eighteen beads in the young man's scholar's robe.

In the next instant, the gold dust that had shattered from the white jade prayer beads suddenly shone brightly.

It turns out that the golden light previously came from these gold powders.

The gold powder is completely incorporated into the surface of the eighteen seeds.

At the same time, the prayer beads in the hands of Yi Qianqiu, Granny Song, Rong Zhen and others began to emit golden light uncontrollably, as if the gold powder inside was undergoing some kind of disturbance.

At this moment, not only the prayer beads in their hands were like this, but there were also two other places in the main grotto where strange things were happening.

One is a golden Buddha head; the other is a lotus inscription on a dome. The latter's lotus inscription is also golden, and now it appears that it originally had gold powder attached to it!

All the fans in the audience were itching to make a move.

The young man in the scholar's robe seemed to be smiling, holding the modified eighteen seeds in his hand, admiring the masterpiece that was about to be completed.

Upon seeing this, Granny Song asked in shock, "You know about secret gold? This is a top secret of this prison, how can you be so proficient in it!"

The old woman with the white eyes couldn't help but look at Rong Zhen, thinking that she was the one who had leaked it.

However, Rongzhen looked confused and couldn't help but take out the jade Maitreya Buddha and examine it. She saw that this fake sword emitted a rich golden light, and the gold powder inside was more abundant and of higher purity.

Rongzhen seemed to have been kept in the dark as well.

Among the people on the high platform, they only heard the young man in the scholar's robe chuckle:

"You call it Mystic Gold? I haven't named it. I just used it as a substitute for Blood Bronze, which I found in the North Sea."

After saying that, he twirled the eighteen seeds in his palm and smiled:

"As for why I'm familiar with it, it's all because I've done it before."

"In addition, this new Ding Sword is quite interesting. It's called the Emperor Wen. Do you know that it would be a waste for this sword to fall into the hands of your Yin Yang School Qi Refiners? Which Qi Refiner's Dao Meridian is most compatible with this sword?"

"Fine, just watch carefully and learn well."

As soon as they finished speaking, the Buddhist beads in the hands of Yi Qianqiu, Granny Song, and the others exploded.

All the gold dust began to fly towards the eighteen seeds in Ouyang Rong's hand.

Rongzhen suddenly noticed that the light of the jade Buddha had dimmed, as if it had been taken from her control.

The young man in the scholar's robe was still not satisfied. He took a step forward, reached out his hand towards the Buddha, and grasped at the air.

With a loud boom, the Buddha statue began to move.

Before everyone's eyes, a golden Buddha head suddenly detached from the Buddha's body, slowly rising into the air, shining brightly in all directions.

Gold dust was falling from the benevolent face of the Buddha statue, like a golden rain, and the gold specks flew into the eighteen seeds on Ouyang Rong's palm.

Everyone was horrified to see this.

"He's stealing control of the Buddha statue!"

Granny Song was the first to react, and viciously extended a claw. But suddenly, a golden phantom image of Kui Xing (a deity associated with the God of Literature) appeared on the white jade prayer beads on her wrist.

This time, it wasn't the young man in the scholar's robe who turned into a phantom, but rather Granny Song who turned into a phantom and passed through the former's physical form.

Can something done by a scholar be called stealing?

The young man in the scholar's robe smiled helplessly, holding his Buddhist prayer beads, and walked slowly forward, ignoring her. The scene looked as if he were walking through a lonely, ghostly old woman with disdainful eyes.

The phantom image of the Kui Xing talisman also lit up on the Buddha statue in Rong Zhen's hand, and golden light filled her petite body.

The young man in the scholar's robe slowly walked through the phantom of the girl in palace attire, and arrived below the inscription on the dome. He looked up and reached out his hand towards the lotus inscription at the top.

"Don't destroy it!"

Rong Zhen suddenly threw out her personal Buddha statue, the golden light disappeared, and she rushed forward, stopping her ethereal transformation.

The young man in the scholar's robe smiled unchanged, casually pushed aside the girl in palace attire, and was about to reach out again.

"Ouyang Lianghan!"

Rongzhen suddenly pulled out a hairpin and, somewhat frantically, stabbed at it.

The young man in the scholar's robe pursed his lips, about to pat the wine pot and lower the [Craftsmanship] skill, when his hand suddenly froze in mid-air, and the smile on his face vanished instantly.

Ouyang Rong's calm gaze returned.

A jade hairpin had already been inserted into his right shoulder.

She was short; when she raised her hand, it only reached his right shoulder.

Ouyang Rong looked down at the area below his right shoulder that was throbbing with pain.

Rong Zhen was stunned, not expecting that she could get close, whereas Xue Zhongzhu, Song Mama and others had not been able to get close.

The experience just now made people subconsciously think that the young man in the scholar's robe seemed invincible, and that she had never even thought of using spiritual energy.

But this ordinary hairpin still injured him.

All eyes in the room were fixed on the bleeding shoulder of the quiet, scholarly young man in the Confucian robe.

This is the first time he has seen blood since he appeared tonight.

Rongzhen suddenly fell to the ground, and couldn't help but reach out her little hand:

"I...I didn't mean to..."

Just then, in the distant bamboo courtyard, Wu Daozi suddenly made a dot in the air with his paintbrush.

The snow candle, which had been in the sky, suddenly appeared beside Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen as if by teleportation.

She aimed her sword straight at Ouyang Rong's face, but Rong Zhen, who was in the middle, was also about to be pierced by Zhi Shuang.

Ouyang Rong suddenly reached out and grabbed Rong Zhen's outstretched hand.

The two appeared to be holding hands.

Golden light shone between their ten fingers.

The rapier, like a candle in the snow, pierced through Rong Zhen's body and then through Ouyang Rong's body.

He wore the clothes of two people.

But just as the two were about to separate.

Affected by the extra Rong Zhen, the golden light seemed insufficient, and it ran out when it passed through the back of Ouyang Rong's head in the snow.

The candle in the snow passed through the two illusory figures, turned in mid-air, and struck out with a backhand palm.

My fingertip traced the tip of his nose.

A bronze mask was knocked off and flew into the air.

Ouyang Rong's hair was disheveled, revealing a handsome face.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Rongzhen stood frozen in place.

She saw that Ouyang Lianghan did not turn around to look at Xue Zhongzhu; his eyes were fixed on her, and his gaze remained calm.

It was the calmness she had secretly disliked, disliking how rational he was sometimes, unable to discern any emotion, whether he was feigning ignorance or genuinely indifferent.

The hairpin fell from Rongzhen's hand, her voice trembling: "Are you... in pain...?"

Ouyang Rong remained silent.

Gold dust began to fall from the golden lotus inscription on its head, as if a golden rain was falling.

He stood silently in the golden rain, the "rainwater" seeping into the eighteen seeds in his palm.

All the gold powder from the counterfeit tripods was incorporated into the Eighteen Seeds.

Rong Zhen then realized that she seemed to have misunderstood Ouyang Rong. He hadn't crushed the lotus inscription like he had with the white jade prayer beads; he had only extracted the gold dust. The inscription bearing her and his names remained, but the golden lotus had transformed into a white lotus, and the gold dust on the lotus fell like celestial maidens scattering flowers—a scene that was somewhat dreamlike and beautiful.

She glanced at the blood-stained hairpin in her hand, overwhelmed with regret. She didn't even have time to pay attention to the broken and seemingly ineffective Buddhist-style fake sword at her feet.

Seemingly having gained complete power, the eighteen seeds in Ouyang Rong's hand emitted an incomparably dazzling golden light, proclaiming something.

Then, the [Craftsmanship] arrives.

Let us return home.

He was about to cut off the head of the candle in the snow.

In the distance, Wu Daozi used a vermilion brush to make another dot in the air.

The candle in the snow disappeared and reappeared in another part of the sky.

Upon seeing Ouyang Rong's familiar face, Xue Zhongzhu, who had managed to escape, froze slightly, her eyes fixed on her seventh junior sister, who was now her husband.

Wei Shaoqi quickly met up with Xue Zhongzhu, his eyes filled with complex emotions:

"It really is him, Ouyang Lianghan... Oh no, he got his hands on the fake Ding Sword of the Emperor Wen! He's the wielder of the sword, and now he has two Ding Swords..."

[Craftsmanship] Like fireworks rising into the sky, it's a cloth sword!

In the distance, Wu Daozi made another move, continuing to paint on the ink painting that suddenly appeared before him.

Xue and Wei planned to use the old painter's formation to continue moving and avoid the [Craftsman's Work].

On the high platform below, Ouyang Rong ignored them and the bleeding wound on his right shoulder. Just as Rong Zhen was frantically tearing off the hem of her purple dress to bandage it, he turned around and silently stretched out his palm toward the floating zither case.

Today, the second bamboo tube flew out of the zither case, smashed open in the air, and a clump of blood-red spiritual ink condensed on the blood-stained fingertips of the scholar-official.

He lowered his head, his fingertips, stained with blood and ink, gently writing on the Confucian classics. In an instant, he finished, and a page of paper detached itself from the classics as if it were a decree, shooting towards the golden Buddha head above.

At the same time, the string of eighteen seeds on Ouyang Rong's left palm, now a perfect masterpiece after modification, emitted a dark golden light that enveloped Ouyang Rong's entire body.

He ascended the steps, pacing as if there were a long staircase in the air in front of him, until he reached the top of the golden Buddha head and looked down at everyone.

As everyone watched, Ouyang Rong spoke with a cold expression, his voice so soft that the people below couldn't hear him at all. They only saw his lips move slightly, but in the next instant, an echo resounded from within the golden Buddha head.

The echo seemed to carry the true voice of the Emperor Wen, subtly containing a sacred meaning, resounding in the ears of everyone at Twin Peaks:

"Within a radius of a hundred miles, movement in the void is forbidden, and even escape techniques cease."

In the next instant, it felt as if I was subjected to an immense force.

The agile white dragon, the snow candle flying on its sword, and the cool wind-riding Wei Shaoqi all crashed heavily to the ground, creating a deep crater.

The scroll in front of Wu Daozi suddenly shattered, the brush flew away, and he could not move the painting. He stood up abruptly in the bamboo courtyard, looking astonished.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, birds flew like rain.

Unable to fly.

They also cannot use teleportation techniques.

The entire room fell silent.

Those locked to the ground looked up from all directions at Ouyang Lianghan, the only one suspended in mid-air in front of the golden Buddha head high above.

His blood stained the Confucian classics, his words carried the law, and his mouth contained the mandate of heaven.

He was like a Confucian sage.

(End of this chapter)