The scream originated from the very source, a piercing roar from the very soul. Then, the phantom transformed into wisps of smoke and vanished into the air.
The Confucian scholars, led by Kong Chan, remained completely calm, unharmed. The righteous spirit of Confucianism possessed a natural restraint on such evil spirits, especially when these scholars combined their strength.
Ye Tian helped Gu Nishang up. She was still shaken, but her fear gradually subsided. She wasn't weak-willed; she had only been affected by the illusory figure. As she recovered, her eyes regained a sharpness and a hint of killing intent!
Kong Chan, the academy's chief, flew down from mid-air, leading Chen Zhang, Chen Dexing, and a group of great Confucian scholars.
Ye Tian bowed in respect; the academy had saved his life this time. If he had relied solely on his own strength, he probably wouldn't have been able to contend with the enormous and bizarre phenomenon in the sky.
“Fellow Daoist, there’s no need for such formalities,” Kong Chan said to him earnestly. This was not out of kindness from the Confucian academy, but rather a grand ambition that would inspire scholars throughout the ages, enough to ensure that the academy’s dean and academicians of this generation would be remembered in history.
With Ye Tian's talent, he will sooner or later create more poems that will go down in history. Although this so-called talent is just ancient poems that Ye Tian has dug up as a plagiarist.
Ye Tian is very important to the academy, but precisely because of this, Kong Chan's expression became even more solemn. He said earnestly, "Fellow Daoist Ye, that strange phantom just now was a cultivator from Zhongzhou. His realm is already unpredictable. That phantom might just be his thought projected here with his consciousness."
He had already prepared himself for the illusory figure to be an avatar, but he was still taken aback. It was merely a thought; one could only imagine the cultivation level of that Central Continent cultivator. Looking down at Gu Nishang, he saw a hint of indignation on her face.
Perhaps only by asking her can this matter be resolved. Ye Tian bid farewell to the several Confucian scholars of the academy. He agreed to visit the academy's confidential office again before the Dao Sect's performance to exchange ideas on poetry and literature with the scholars. This was Ye Tian's way of expressing his gratitude to them.
After speaking.
Ye Tian then led Gu Nishang away from this place, taking off from the endless yellow earth that had just experienced war. This was Shujun, a mountain range attached to Shucheng.
During the flight, Ye Tian exchanged a few words with Gu Nishang. He immediately understood that the illusory figure from before was definitely the thought of a cultivator from Zhongzhou, but it had been corrupted by possession and lust, becoming purely evil. If it were a clone or a righteous thought that came, even with the academy's righteous energy, it would be absolutely unable to deal with it.
This was truly a hidden danger even more dreaded than the Martial King. The Ruthless Sect resided in a small house to the east of the academy. Ye Tian, however, did not intend to have a deep conversation with Gu Nishang here, and instead left the academy, returning to the Immortal's Abode in the bustling streets of the Book City.
Furthermore, he first used his master craftsmanship to forge an array that concealed the secrets of heaven, enveloping himself and Gu Nishang in their Immortal Abode. Only after confirming that no one could detect what was happening did he inquire of Gu Nishang what had transpired.
Why are the cultivators of Zhongzhou so obsessed with her?
When Gu Nishang mentioned this past event, her eyes sparkled like stars, as if she had unveiled a long-sealed scroll.
The story was exactly as Ye Tian had imagined. Like all stories of the strong bullying the weak, it didn't change just because it took place in the prosperous and vast Central Continent. It was simply the story of a sect leader who took a fancy to the talented daughter of a minor aristocratic family in the Central Continent, so he sent people to wipe out the entire family and kidnapped this woman back to his sect to use as a cultivation vessel.
"I was kept in the dark for a long time. Before the strongest war slave in the sect told me about the past, I always thought that this sect leader was a great person."
Gu Nishang's expression was sorrowful and grief-stricken. Anyone who had experienced such a thing would find it difficult to remain calm. Being sent to this remote prefecture by the strongest war slave of the ancient Canglan Sect of Zhongzhou, if she hadn't been lucky enough to enter the Wuqing Sect, she would probably be dead long ago.
"Senior brother, I want revenge," Gu Nishang said.
As the leader of a sect in Zhongzhou, Ye Tian found it difficult to describe the vast difference between them to Gu Nishang. It was like an ant carrying a pack, intending to set off to assassinate an elephant in a tropical jungle several countries away. No one would laugh at it; they would only praise its sense of humor.
"I understand, Senior Brother." Gu Nishang seemed to realize the strangeness in Ye Tian's expression and lowered her head in frustration. She could tell what Ye Tian meant; it was indeed absurd. There were too many powerful figures in Zhongzhou.
"Cultivate diligently, and I will avenge you," Ye Tian said slowly, his eyes slightly closed. The premise that an ant cannot kill an elephant far away in a foreign land is that the ant cannot cheat. When there is a system as a cheat code, all rules are broken.
Since I'm alive this time, I should live life to the fullest. The illusory figure couldn't crush him just now, so he certainly won't die next time. So what if he's a big shot from Zhongzhou? After wiping out Gu Nishang's entire family, Ye Tian will cripple his entire Canglan Sect.
“Come on, let’s go back to the academy. Master must be worried,” Ye Tian said.
Meeting many interesting people and hanging out with them is like being given a second chance at life. Just like Gu Nishang now, she is deeply moved.
No one in the academy dared to stop Ye Tian as he returned to the residence of the Ruthless Sect. He found the entire sect anxiously waiting for him, even though his master, Daoist Wuchen, was seriously injured.
Ye Tian entrusted Gu Nishang to the sect's care, while he himself went to meet the great scholars of the academy to rescue her from the phantom's clutches. This was no small favor.
The academy has beautiful scenery, and scholars appreciate mountains and rivers. The Tide-Watching Platform is a favorite spot for many great Confucian scholars. Many fish leap from the shimmering lake, wagging their tails and charging forward with abandon in the crystal-clear water.
Great scholars often didn't compose poems here; instead, they would often gather fish bait and feed them. Although all of this had nothing to do with books or poetry, it was considered the most important place in the academy, and they called the bond between these two things "inspiration."
Inspiration is the source of everything. The great scholars had been waiting for Ye Tian at the tide-watching platform for a long time.
"What do you think of the view here?" Kong Chan asked with a smile as he threw the bait into the lake. Instantly, the water splashed, and fish burst out of the water, only to fall back in.
If you want him to write poetry, using beautiful scenery is a mediocre approach, while stirring up emotions is the best. It's just a pity that this is the way to deal with ordinary poets.
Ye Tian was just a plagiarist; he could always scrape together some material from his own memory.
Writing poetry is very simple now, of course.
"Bring me a pen and ink," Ye Tian said.
The scholars' faces were filled with excitement, and they chattered excitedly.
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