fifth form

Chapter 3372 Nailhead Seven Arrows Book Roll Call

The Five Ghosts Yin Wind Formation is less than 500 meters away from the place where the screams occurred. That area belongs to the residence of the previous prime minister, Xu Chang.

Although he was removed from the position of prime minister, Xu Chang still held the hereditary title of Marquis of Baizhi.

However, Xu Chang was old and frail, and after fighting with other sorcerers and Ao Sheng on the Wei River, his body couldn't hold out and he died in bed two years earlier.

The successor to the title of Marquis of Baizhi was Xu Chang's son, Xu Anru. Xu Chang was quite old, and Xu Anru was over sixty.

With the removal of the Prime Minister of Xuchang, Xu Anru also resigned voluntarily and lived in his residence to cultivate his character.

The once bustling mansion became quiet, and the Xu family, being rather unassuming, quickly settled into a low-key and non-competitive lifestyle, dismissing most of their servants and guests.

The mansion was deserted and dimly lit, and was used as a temporary place by many sorcerers.

"The thief who attacked the Prime Minister is in the residence of Marquis Baizhi!"

A faint voice came from high above. The two Grand Astrologers continued their patrols and made relatively accurate locations. The group looked at the dark mansion and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"They seem to have planted cursed insects, or released some kind of poison. You must be extremely careful when entering the mansion!"

The warning also came from afar, prompting Lü Bushu, who was at the forefront, to wave his hand sharply.

"Pei Daotu, use your wind magic to scout the situation!"

Lu Bushu shouted, and some of the Confucian scholars in the crowd began to mutter incantations.

It has to be said that after seeing many masters cast spells, seeing ordinary cultivators cast spells can be a bit of a headache.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that the new emperor's short sword behind him had been grasped at least three times, and these three times corresponded to the three times that the Confucian scholar named Pei Daotu cast a spell.

Fortunately, the opponent finally unleashed a wind spell on the third attempt.

Unlike Dong Zhongshu's wind-blade technique, which was sharp as a knife, Pei Daotu's wind technique simply created a one-time gust of wind that was enough to stir up clothes.

The wind and waves surged over the high walls of the Prime Minister's residence, causing a thud as something fell.

Lu Bushu looked around and saw that no one dared to climb over the wall. Among the scholars, he was the only one with high martial arts skills. He couldn't help but gasp repeatedly.

With his long axe raised high, Lü Bushu's wrist was constantly propelled by the red glow of qi and blood.

After charging up for three or four seconds, Lü Bushu shouted and swung his axe fiercely at the high wall. A large crack appeared in the brick wall, and when Lü Bushu kicked it out, a hole large enough for two people to walk through appeared.

"Listen up, you thief! Chang'an City is heavily guarded. Once we've got our eyes on you, you can't escape. Even if we're no match for you, there will definitely be many more experts coming to capture you!"

Beneath the fallen blue bricks, two snake tails, each as thick as a chopstick, emerged, making Lü Bushu more cautious before entering.

He was the first to shout a warning, then he held the axe in both hands and spun it around.

The great axe spun in his hands like a windmill, shielding his body as much as possible.

As he stepped into the mansion, Lü Bushu didn't forget to shout loudly, stomping on the tail of a poisonous snake buried under the blue bricks, rendering it unable to move.

“There are at least ten more venomous snakes in this place. Yan Yu, you’re good at starting fires, so light a few more fires here and get rid of these snakes first!”

Lu Bushu stopped frequently, surveying the surroundings and occasionally issuing instructions.

Although his performance was mediocre, Lü Bushu at least managed to make proper arrangements for this hastily assembled team.

A faint flash of light, and then a fierce fire erupted and soared into the air.

The Confucian scholar's magical skills were still lacking when he cast the spell again, but he had a torch-shaped magical artifact in his hand. The flames he lit illuminated almost an entire area of ​​over a hundred square meters, clearly revealing the poisonous snakes inside the mansion.

"Bah!"

When Lü Bushu wielded his axe and roared as he slashed, some Confucian scholars drew their bows and shot arrows, while others used swords to kill snakes or cast spells to catch them.

The people had different skills, and the noise from the split mansion wall caused the watchman in the Bai Zhihou mansion to repeatedly strike the gong, making the scene inside the mansion quite chaotic.

Despite the chaos, no one died after entering the mansion.

"Since you're here, come out! You dared to draw your sword against me in Mayi, so why are you hiding here? Are you planning to launch another sneak attack?"

In a dark room, Daojun's calm voice rang out.

"You have killed four Venerables—Black Mountain, White Bone, Yinghua, and Hongying—it's time to reveal your identity and settle this score with me!" Daojun's voice showed no regret for the deaths of the Venerables, as if what he had witnessed was just a common occurrence in his life, and he wanted to put an end to their deaths.

"Where did this madman come from?"

Standing at a distance, a scholar, after discerning the location of the sound, pulled back his bow and arrow with force, sending the arrow flying through the window into the room.

He had barely finished speaking when a black glint flashed in his eyes, and the arrow that had been fired into the room shot out at an even faster speed.

The arrowhead of the triangular pyramid shot straight into his head and pierced through his skull.

The immense force of inertia propelled him backward until the arrow pinned him to the wall, at which point his body hung motionless on the wall.

"This is just a minor grudge between me and these two friends. We should keep to ourselves and avoid losing our lives for no reason!"

Killing the archery scholar seemed effortless and casual. Daojun's words remained calm and unhurried as he warned the many scholars who had rushed into the mansion.

"Should I call you Dongfang Shuo, Zhang Xuezhou, Wujin, or Tolkien?"

The scholars in the mansion were momentarily frozen in place, their gazes sweeping towards the side rooms, while others looked around, and some even showed regret in their eyes.

Whether someone is truly capable or not is revealed in a single act. An arrow that should have hit its mark suddenly returned and killed the Confucian scholar. The strangeness and power of this ability exceeded everyone's comprehension. Even Lü Bushu, Dong Zhongshu's student who had been trained for many years, frowned and felt an irreconcilable distance between them.

"If you don't respond, then I'll have to use the Seven Arrows of Nailhead to call your name!"

A groan came from the side room, clearly indicating that Daojun was more dissatisfied.

The sound of pages turning came from the book, and Daojun hummed in response.

"Dongfang Shuo?"

Daojun shouted, and a talisman flew out of the window.

As if searching for the target of a spell, the square talisman, resembling a book crafted from gold leaf, spun continuously in the air.

After spinning eighteen times, the talisman seemed to lose its magical power and floated down lightly.

"Zhang Xuezhou?"

As the Daoist Lord shouted again, another talisman flew out of the window.

As with previous talismans, this one eventually floated down lightly.

"Black gold?"

……

"Tolkien?"

……

After calling out the name four times, Daojun's voice became slightly silent.

"Since your true name is difficult to decipher, then I will give you your Dharma name: Kunlun Holy Son. What do you say?"

Daojun called out, but seeing that there was still no response, he couldn't help but shout again to call out the roll.

This time, the talisman didn't fall down after spinning once like before; instead, it transformed into a white, bright arrow and flew away to the west.

"You're not the Holy Son of Kunlun? And you've been living under an alias for decades?"

Inside the side room, Daojun, who had been making numerous guesses, was somewhat surprised.

He had lived for so many years and had never seen a great cultivator, nor had he ever revealed his true name.

This means that all of Zhang Xuezhou's identities and names are fake.

Either he was guessing wrong, or the Zhang Xuezhou he knew was already dead.

But a familiar scent lingered in his mind, and Daojun didn't think he was wrong in his guess.

After a long silence, Daojun spoke again.

"Fellow Daoist, if I call your name, will you dare to answer?"