Chapter 832: The Lord Bears All the Burden (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

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In a blur, Yu Zi, consumed by anger and frustration, seemed to hear a soft sound like shattering glass, or more accurately, the hum of a bowstring stretched to its limit and then released. The scenery around her swayed and receded rapidly, including their voices, which seemed to come from a distant horizon. Yu Zi felt dizzy and pale, instinctively reaching out to grab something to steady herself.

[Micro-constancy?]

【Micro-constancy!】

[You damn brat who's losing money, why aren't you getting over here yet?]

The sharp, noisy sound was like needles pricking the eardrums.

Yu Zi suddenly opened her eyes, and a face she hadn't thought of for years appeared before her. The old woman had a kind and gentle face, with soft, round eyes and a natural, warm smile. Dressed in coarse linen, carrying a bamboo basket, she looked at first glance like an elderly, kind-hearted matriarch from an ordinary family…

There was also a man beside the old woman.

The man had regular features, a full forehead, and an inherently honest and kind appearance. Standing side by side, who wouldn't think this elderly couple were just and benevolent patriarchs? They seemed destined for a peaceful and long life, passing away in their old age!

Yu Zi couldn't help but tremble all over when she saw it!

He internally screamed to draw his sword and kill those two old beasts.

But her hands and feet were out of her control, allowing the old woman to poke her forehead with her fingers, each poke harder than the last, leaving stinging red marks. The old woman continued scathingly, "Why don't you take off your pants, squat down, and pee to see what you are! A burden on the family, a drain on your resources, are you trying to drive me crazy? I arranged a marriage for you, and you dare to run away?"

After saying that, he grabbed Yu Zi's left hand.

Her husband grabbed Yu Zi's right hand with a stern face.

The two men planned to drag her away like they were catching a pig.

Yu Zi's hatred surged to its peak, her mind filled with the thought of eliminating all obstacles at all costs. Suddenly, she had a premonition that she could move again. Just as she was about to draw her sword, she felt an opposing force on her shoulder. Someone was pressing down on her shoulder and dragging her in the opposite direction.

Judging from the strength they exerted, they were not the same person.

Yu Zi turned her head and saw two faces.

One photo was very clear, showing her great-uncle in a scholar's robe; the other was blurry, but judging from the clean, faded yet brightly colored women's clothing, the person was a woman. Yu Zi couldn't make out the woman's face, but she had a feeling that she must be very gentle and beautiful.

Yu Zi opened her mouth.

A name I hadn't used for many years stuck in my throat.

The woman chuckled softly: 【Wei Heng.】

My great-uncle said, "If you encounter wicked people, just kill them."

Yu Zi turned her head and glanced in the direction of the old couple. The two had somehow merged into one, their two ferocious heads constantly uttering death threats. Their limbs were stretched out, baring their teeth and claws, trying to drag her away, but Yu Zi gripped the hilt of her sword.

With a cold expression, he drew his sword in a flash.

The monstrous creature cackled coldly, its voice filled with boundless malice. Neither male nor female, like a persistent ghost, it stretched its neck out, provoking her from either side: "Parricide? These two are your own flesh and blood. For unworthy descendants to kill their own relatives for a moment's grudge, once this matter is known throughout the world, will you, Yu Weiheng, have a place to stand?"

Yu Zi's knuckles turned bluish-white from the force she exerted.

The other person continued to seduce her in her ear: "[You were never as good as Lin Lingde, not as good as her in any way! She's from a noble family, upholding family traditions, born into a prestigious clan. And you? Your birth mother was sold into slavery, used by any man, and disemboweled herself, unworthy of being a mother! You were reduced to begging for years. If it weren't for a chance encounter, where would you be now? Starving to death, freezing to death, or working as a prostitute? That should have been your life! Do you deserve this? Anything that doesn't belong to you will be lost sooner or later...]"

[In terms of talent, she's a second-class upper-middle-level talent. What about you?]

[In terms of lineage, she studied under Chu Wuhui, one of the Three Heroes. Chu Yao only took you under his wing for a while because of others' intercession. Your great-uncle also has an old grudge against him. In terms of reputation, Lin Feng is the Lin Hu Cao, beloved and respected by the common people. What achievements do you have to speak of? You are much older than her, and you developed your literary talent later than her. Now you haven't even grasped the way of the scholar. Tsk tsk—]

The heads of a man and a woman whispered in her ear.

One attack after another was made against the will of the people.

Finally, the two heads spoke in unison.

You should rot in the ground!

Take off those clothes!

There is no place for you here!

[Mud should be in the mud, looking up at the sky!]

Yu Zi narrowed her eyes slightly and sneered: "Are you finished?"

Two heads pressed against her face, emitting a sinister laugh: "You think we're your grandparents? No, Yu Weiheng, we are yourself!"

The two distorted faces transformed into Yu Zi's face.

Before they could even feel smug, their smiles froze, and as their heads flew off, blackened blood stained Yu Zi's face. Although her expression was obscured, her sinister eyes shone brightly: "So what if it is?"

No one is perfect, is that right?

[Shouldn't we judge actions, not intentions?]

Why hold ordinary people to the standards of saints?

The great-uncle and the woman standing behind Yu Zi had vanished without a trace, a satisfied smile lingering on their lips before they disappeared. Yu Zi casually took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the sword's blade, then sheathed it with her thumb pressed against the blade: "I don't mind."

Click!

The sound of the glass shattering was even clearer.

The darkness beneath their feet began to collapse.

The two heads emitted slurred, breathy laughter as they merged into a puddle, which Yu Zi stepped over without even glancing at it. The scenery before her changed again, and the shouts of battle reached her ears clearly, as if everything before had been her imagination.

but--

Yu Zi knew very well that it wasn't an illusion.

She was conscious for a quarter of an hour, but reality was only a blink of an eye. In that instant, many subtle changes occurred within her.

The depleted elixir chamber was once again filled with pure literary energy.

A subtle intuition lingered in her mind. Without needing to delve deeper, she knew it was the power of her own words.

Her way of the scholar.

With a single thought, one can know the whole picture.

Then, Yu Zi's eyes trembled violently!

The joy that hadn't yet appeared on her lips was replaced by bitterness, and a strong sense of helplessness surged over her. Yu Zi's hand, gripping the pillar, tightened instinctively. Splinters of wood fell between her fingers, leaving a blurry fingerprint. Soon, her thoughts were drawn back by the blooming blood. Three unfamiliar soldiers had joined forces to kill a one-armed heavy shield-bearer, worsening their own injuries in the process. One of them, fearing the heavy shield-bearer might rise again, chopped off his head with a single blow.

The head rolled to her feet, and blood gushed out.

Add another layer to the bloodstains on the hem of her skirt that were still wet.

"Wei Heng, why don't you go down first?"

After supporting Tu Rong, Lu Ji made another near-ground-hugging retreat, smashing the enemy's leg bone with two hammer blows. He slid to his feet and delivered a final blow to the enemy's head, finally clearing out the enemy soldiers who had climbed the city wall. Just as he was about to catch his breath, he noticed that Yu Zi's expression was not good.

Considering Yu Zi's condition, she must have exhausted her literary energy.

Yu Zi pursed her lips and said, "I'm fine."

He unleashed a powerful incantation, just in time to catch the enemy who hadn't been able to stop him as they rushed down the ladder. The soldiers responsible for that area hurriedly followed. Yu Zi's eyes flashed with a hint of guilt and struggle: "Zhi Zong, you don't need to watch over this place anymore."

Lu Jidao: "Can you hold on?"

Yu Zi's smile was complicated: "I can."

As he spoke, a casual remark from his great-uncle surfaced in his mind: that a scholar with a literary mind possessed a strong sense of destiny. Because their words could come true, they had to be even more careful with their speech. No one knew whether a thoughtless word might bear fruit in the future.

Yu Zi closed her eyes tightly and then opened them again.

There was not a trace of hesitation or doubt left in his eyes.

As she opened her mouth, the literary energy within her dantian surged like boiling water, flowing out through her limbs and meridians—

"Evil purple usurps the crimson!"

As soon as she uttered the incantation, a thick purple mist, exuding an eerie aura, flew from her palm, instantly whipping up a fierce wind. The howling wind carried a ghostly wailing, like a lament. In mid-air, it coalesced into a massive, life-sized sphere, which then exploded with a deafening roar!

The commotion quickly caught the attention of several people.

Kang Shi initially thought that Jiang Sheng or someone else had also unleashed their power, after all, Jiang Sheng was the only one among them who had achieved perfection in the Way of the Scholar and mastery of the Literary Palace, making quite a spectacle. However, when he sensed the literary energy, he realized something was wrong; this was not Jiang Sheng's literary energy!

Lin Feng, who was pondering how to use the Corpse Vine to expand his gains, seemed to sense something and looked over: "Wei Heng?"

The source of the burst of literary talent was none other than Yu Zi!

only--

Yu Zi's literary aura had lost its usual peaceful and upright quality, gaining a touch of coldness and eeriness, and even faintly carrying an unsettling, malevolent, and filthy quality. However, this aura was harmless and orderly within its chaos, not appearing out of control, which reassured her.

Others reacted in much the same way.

Only Luan Xin's expression turned somewhat strange after several breaths. The others didn't know what had happened, but Luan Xin was different. Everyone's information was public to him, including Yu Zi, who had just awakened the way of the scholar.

This is a completely new way of the scholar.

In a way, it's his too.

Considering it might come in handy later, Luan Xin took a quick look. Just one glance, and his expression betrayed him. He inwardly lamented again—why had his lord committed such a terrible sin, attracting only these high-risk masters of the scholar path?

[The wicked purple usurps the crimson!]

When employing the Scholar's Way, one can seize the fortune of their lord, colleagues, and even enemies, gaining 80% of their own in return. The more allies sacrificed, the more enemies they can seize… This Scholar's Way is practically illogical if it's not called "selfish harm!" However, the Scholar's Way is newly acquired, and Yu Zi still needs to ponder and explore further…

But...

The very premise of this book foreshadows that the way of the scholar is anything but friendly, and any further investigation will likely reveal that it is still unethical.

Luan Xin silently added the way of the literati to his blacklist.

Yu Zi naturally had no idea what Luan Xin was imagining at this moment. She only felt the power of this scholar's way in a certain sense, and a voice in her heart said, "It's over."

The feeling of wielding power is captivating.

The price, however, is harming all of our own people...

Once it's leaked, how will I survive?

Yu Zi was filled with unease, but the battlefield situation left her no time to worry. She could only take it one step at a time and plan for the future. The incident was sudden, but Yu Zi's sudden outburst did indeed greatly alleviate the pressure on this side and hold the line.

As the war progressed, good news came from all directions.

The defenses at Chaoli Pass are relatively solid.

Beneath the city walls, Yun Ce and his companions fought valiantly, relying on their still considerable strength. Although surrounded by enemies, they were temporarily safe thanks to Cui Xiao's scholarly guidance. Yun Ce carved a blood-soaked path through the ice, and a familiar voice came from above.

"Senior Brother Yun!"

"Why did Zigu come down?"

Yun Ce was almost frightened by Xian Yujian, but fortunately his muscles had already developed memory, so he was able to grip the spear tightly without shaking even in this situation.

"The strategist ordered me to come down and support my senior brother—"

They cannot remain passively defending the city walls, allowing the enemy to jeopardize the defenses. Within a limited area, they must launch attacks to put pressure on the enemy and attempt to push the battle line outwards.

They didn't have many opportunities to fight side by side, but since they came from the same sect, they naturally had a tacit understanding that didn't require words, and completely entrusted their backs to each other.

The combined power of the two is considerable.

With someone helping to share the pressure, Yun Ce was even more at ease. He could pierce through the heavy shield warriors with a single spear thrust, whether it was three or five at a time, greatly improving his efficiency: "Zigu, have you encountered any martial artists with sect insignia before?"

Xianyu Jian said, "No."

Apart from one senior student, I didn't run into anyone else.

Upon hearing this, Yun Ce did not ask any further questions.

But the doubts in my heart deepened.

Because besides the ones he initially killed as shields, Yun Ce later discovered two more, both junior officers commanding the Heavy Shield Warrior Legion. Although their individual strength wasn't particularly high, and their techniques were completely different from their sect's, the sheer number of them, and the fact that they had all joined Huang Lie's ranks... Keep in mind that Yun Ce had also served under Huang Lie for a while, but he hadn't noticed them then.

If they are truly from the same sect, why don't they acknowledge each other?

Yun Ce did not hide his lineage from his master.

He sighed inwardly. If he survived this battle, he would definitely find an opportunity to return to his sect and ask his teacher what had happened. His teacher had always been indifferent to fame and fortune and disliked disputes; he couldn't allow petty people to tarnish his reputation by using his name.

Yun Ce made his decision while reaping heads.

Xianyu Jian was unaware of all this.

at the same time……

No, I should say it was just recently.

Shen Tang is on her way.

She held Zhang He's severed head in her hand, her heart filled with anxiety.

His eyes were fixed on the distant, crimson sky of war, and his mind conjured images of countless heavily armored warriors frantically breaching Chaoli Pass, along with the brutal slaughter of Wei Shou and Chu Jie by Huang Lie's sixteen elite warriors. He wished things could move faster.

Shen Tang increased her speed to the maximum.

As the distance drew ever closer, halfway through the flight, a strong sense of foreboding began to take root in her heart. Turning her head, she saw a bird that had flown out of nowhere and was approaching her. Shen Tang was speechless.

Years of experience have taught her...

These birds have poop in their bellies.

"roll--"

Shen Tang quickly surpassed them all.

Before I could even feel relieved, everything suddenly went black.

In a flash, I lost control of my body. Heh, needless to say, that three-year-old version of myself is about to emerge.

She thought she would fall asleep as usual.

but--

"I'm still awake?"

It cannot control its limbs, but its mouth can still move.

The feeling was subtle, as if someone was controlling the character right in front of the owner, and the mouse in her hand was completely useless!

|ω`)

Yu Zi's character isn't entirely innocent; she has many flaws. As a relatively ordinary person, no matter how hard she tries, she can't catch up to her goal, and her envy and jealousy of Lin Feng become her inner demons. But as the saying goes, judge by actions, not intentions; no one is perfect, and she's a very lovable girl.

(End of this chapter)