Controlling summons like the Yellow Turban Strongmen required merging a portion of one’s intent into the soybean magic.
Consequently, the severe backlash from the destruction of the Yellow Turban Strongmen would return through the divine sense into the bodies of the casting Daoists.
Several Daoists instantly spat out mouthfuls of blood, stumbling a few steps before collapsing to the ground.
The previous sword strike had also conveniently severed the shackles sealing the inner courtyard.
Suppressed there was the very person Hong Ye had longed for for ten whole years.
A soul dressed in white robes, looking somewhat dazed and weak, slowly floated into mid-air.
Before he could even grasp the situation before him, Hong Ye lunged forward, throwing herself into his arms.
The soul froze for a moment. Even after being suppressed for ten years, the moment he met the eyes of the beauty in his arms, tears uncontrollably fell from his eyes just as they did from Hong Ye’s. Memories of the past flooded back like a tide.
“My lady, it’s been a long time.”
“It’s been ten whole years. You fool, you promised back then that you would definitely come back to see me.”
“Haven’t I come to see you now?”
“Clearly, I was the one who came looking for you, you dummy...”
This embrace was a reunion that had crossed ten years of waiting for both of them.
Though brief, it finally fulfilled the obsession they had held since their deaths.
Imperceptibly, the souls of the two began to grow translucent.
“Brother Chen, thank you.”
Hand in hand, the two bowed deeply to Chen Ning.
Under the bright moonlight, Chen Ning’s white robes fluttered. With his sword held behind him, he cupped his hands in return:
“Farewell, you two. May you find each other in your next life and continue the bond of your previous one.”
The Noble Scholar's Sword emitted a faint glow, actually paving a path to the beyond for the two of them.
Walking hand in hand, the two souls, as clear as lake water, walked together into the distance, eventually turning into specks of light and vanishing into the dark night sky.
【Successfully delivered aggrieved souls to the afterlife. Congratulations, Host, you have obtained 30 points of Noble Qi.】
【Chen Ning】
【Divine Ability: Purple Qi Protection (11/40)
Poem and Wine Sword Art (0/400)】
【Weapon: Yellow Grade, High Rank Noble Scholar's Sword】
After making his choice, Chen Ning used 20 points of Noble Qi to raise Purple Qi Protection to Consummate Mastery, while the remaining 10 points were given to the Poem and Wine Sword Art.
【Purple Qi Protection (31/40)】
【Poem and Wine Sword Art (10/400)】
It seemed that whether he used the Black Sword to slay evil or the White Sword to guard goodness, he could obtain system rewards.
In fact, compared to directly slaying an evil ghost, the reward for delivering a virtuous soul might even be significantly higher.
Satisfied, Chen Ning sheathed his sword and leaped over the wall to depart.
Those Daoists who had accepted bribes from the squire and earned blood money had all had their Dao foundations crippled by that single sword strike.
Even if they wanted to stop him, they couldn't even stand up.
...
Not long after, Chen Ning arrived home.
Looking at Qing Yan who came to greet him, he noticed that her small eyes held a hint of fear as she looked at him.
As it turned out, this girl had already learned about what had just happened from the village cats and dogs, especially from that Wang Cai who loved to run around everywhere.
Qing Yan asked tremulously:
“Young Master, I heard you went to help Sister Hong Ye drive away those bad Daoists just now?”
Chen Ning nodded calmly. “Mhm, what about it?”
Qing Yan’s voice carried a slight tremor:
“I also heard that with a ‘whoosh,’ Young Master severed a chain that was this thick?”
“That’s also true. I didn't expect someone to see it.”
Chen Ning appeared very calm, as if that sword strike was nothing more than a simple, casual swing.
Hearing this, Qing Yan felt a chill run down her back.
“Then... if Young Master can even sever a chain with one sword strike, if it were to hit a demon, wouldn't it be cut into two pieces instantly?”
“Probably.”
Chen Ning smiled very gently.
“இAஇ.”
Qing Yan’s expression was the exact opposite.
“Young Master, when on earth did you learn martial arts? How did I not know!”
“Just in the last few days. Is there a problem?”
“No... no problem.”
Qing Yan had grievances she couldn't voice.
She had actually been hesitating for a long time about whether she should tell Chen Ning her true identity as a fox demon.
But because she was afraid of scaring the Young Master, she had continued to hide it after much deliberation.
But Qing Yan never imagined that the Young Master would suddenly become a super powerful Sword Cultivator one day.
And the kind who kills demons without blinking an eye at that!
Even if she wanted to say it now, she absolutely didn't dare to anymore.
After all, she heard that humans detested demons extremely, killing any they saw regardless of whether they ate humans or not.
If the Young Master found out she was a fox demon, wouldn't he draw his sword and slay her too!
She had to be even more careful in the future and must never let the Young Master discover her identity.
Otherwise, she would be dead for sure!
“Qing Yan, speaking of which, you couldn't be...”
Right then, Chen Ning suddenly spoke in a subtle tone, patting Qing Yan’s shoulder without warning.
“(ó﹏ò。) 」”
Qing Yan’s delicate body instantly trembled with fear.
“Young Master, I admit it, I...”
Chen Ning: “I knew you didn't grind any ink. Hurry and grind some; I need to write later.”
Qing Yan: “...”
In that moment just now, she felt as if her little heart was about to stop beating.
“Yes, Young Master!”
Under Chen Ning’s prank, today’s Qing Yan became exceptionally well-behaved and obedient.
...
Zhang family estate.
Although the great fire had been extinguished, the vast residence had almost been reduced to ashes.
Squire Zhang was never a virtuous person.
As soon as he died, the family’s assets were quickly divided up by the servants and concubines. Everyone fled in all directions with their wealth, more than happy to see that short, fat, and ugly bastard lose his life.
However, because this incident was too significant, even the Yu Ding Sect, the only Daoist sect in town, sent people to investigate.
Elder Li Shi assigned the investigation tasks and ordered his disciples to report one by one two shichen later.
“To think so many Daoists from my sect were injured. Besides that red-clothed female ghost, have you found out who else was involved?”
“Reporting to Elder, I heard there was also a Confucian Cultivator.”
“A Confucian Cultivator? Such a junior dares to provoke my Daoist sect?”
Li Shi rolled his eyes.
He truly looked down on Confucian Cultivators.
After all, those guys had neither the tough physiques of Martial Cultivators nor the inherited methods of Daoist or Buddhist sects.
Although there were plenty of people claiming to be scholars, with their peculiar cultivation methods, Confucian Cultivators who could actually cultivate real strength were pitifully few.
Aside from those few Grand Confucians who upheld the prestige of the Confucian school, there were really not many who could fight.
Li Shi waved his hand impatiently:
“There’s no need to waste time talking about such a minor character.
Tell me the most critical part: who exactly dealt with the red-clothed female ghost, and how were the Yellow Turban Strongmen from the Sprinkling Beans to Form Soldiers technique in the Zhang Manor broken?
You can’t possibly tell me that these things were done by a Confucian Cultivator, can you?”
“Reporting to Elder, all of this was indeed the work of that Confucian Cultivator.”
However, the words of the short and fat disciple caused Li Shi to snap his eyes open instantly.
“What did you say?”
“Elder, every word I say is the truth.
Based on the traces left at the scene and the accounts from the Zhang Manor, the red-clothed female ghost was indeed delivered to the afterlife by this Confucian Cultivator, and those Yellow Turban Strongmen were also slain by him.
More importantly, according to the manor’s steward, when the Yellow Turban Strongmen were broken, that Confucian Cultivator only used one sword strike.
With just that one strike, he almost destroyed all the arrays in the entire Zhang Manor.”
“What? One strike!”
This time, Li Shi could no longer remain seated.
“Confucianism... when did such a figure emerge?
Immediately send people to investigate, but be careful.
This person is likely not simple.”
Li Shi’s expression became extremely grave.
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