Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 363 My friend, I think you and my Bailu Academy are destined to be together
He was dressed in a flowing blue robe, his silver hair was like frost, his beard was white, and there was an air of otherworldliness between his brows.

Is this Master Xiaoyao of Bailu Academy, the number one person in the four major academies, Master Chen?
As if sensing Zhang Yuan's gaze, Master Chen turned his head and smiled gently.

"My dear friend, I think you and my White Deer Academy have a destiny. How about—"

"Master, I feel that Zhang Juzheng is more destined to be with my Xuanji Academy." Kong Lingjun, who stepped out of the scroll, shouted, interrupting Master Chen's words.

"Master Kong is wrong. Young Master Zhang is a man of great talent in calligraphy and painting. My teacher, Yue Zhenghong from the Jinglun Academy, has already achieved great success in calligraphy and painting and is qualified to be your teacher."

Not far away, a voice sounded.

A middle-aged scholar in a black robe, a tall hat straight on, a long sword hanging from his waist, and a short beard reaching his chin came quickly and bowed to Master Chen. "I am Zhongli Jing of the Jinglun Academy, honored to meet you, Master."

"Little brother, you came to Qingtianzhou to practice Confucianism and comprehend the power of Haoran, so naturally you should come to Haoran Academy." A sword light flew down from the distance, and a thirty-year-old young man wearing a gray martial robe and with the power of Haoran flowing in his body shouted.

"Haoran Zeng Zisi has met the Master."

Although Zhang Yuan looked calm, he was a little surprised in his heart.

Bai Lu, Xuan Ji, Jing Lun, Hao Ran, the four major academies are gathered together.

Master Chen of Bailu Academy is the master of freedom and is the foremost figure in Confucianism and Taoism in Qingtianzhou.

Kong Lingjun, the principal of Xuanji Academy, is an extraordinary person in military strategy.

Zhang Yuan had also heard of the name of this person from Jinglun Academy, Zhongli Jing, a famous teacher at Jinglun Academy, and a master level teacher.

Zhang Yuan had heard Yang Baitao and the others talk about Zeng Zisi, the filial, brotherly, loyal and faithful man of Haoran Academy, many times. He was an elite of Haoran Academy who practiced both Confucianism and martial arts, and was a candidate for the future principal.

Several people turned their eyes to Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan coughed lightly and looked forward.

Over there, the Nine Nether Demon King, who was taking light steps backward, trembled all over and his body stiffened slightly.

Zhongli Jing turned his head and raised his eyebrows.

"Now that the Demon King has arrived, he should be treated to a feast with bells and tripods—"

As his voice fell, a golden bell and a large tripod appeared behind him.

The golden bell was ancient and the big tripod was thick and vast, both of them seemed like real objects, roaring and vibrating, smashing down on the head of the Nine Nether Demon King who had transformed into a black-scaled tiger.

Zeng Zisi on the side took a step forward and thrust out the long sword in his hand, bringing out a three-meter-long green sword light.

The skills of these two people are at the master level at this time. One is magnificent and the other is elegant. It is obvious that they are deliberately showing off their skills to attract Zhang Yuan's attention.

Seeing the bell tripod coming towards him, the Nine Nether Demon Emperor's eyes were filled with anger. He let out a low roar, raised his head and charged forward.

"Bam—"

The bell tripod flew back, and Zhongli Jing staggered with a flushed face.

The black-scaled tiger turned its head slightly and slapped out with one claw, hitting Zeng Zisi's long sword.

"when--"

Zeng Zisi flew backwards, with green light surging on his body. He landed about seven or eight feet away, his steps unstable, and he almost fell down.

Whether it is Zeng Zisi or Zhongli Jing, although they are considered to be top-notch experts in the four major academies, there is still a huge gap between them and the Nine Nether Demon King, the lord of the great demon in Qingtian Continent.

The reason he was not killed by one blow was that the Nine Nether Demon Emperor was concerned about Master Chen's presence.

The two Grandmasters were defeated, and Master Chen raised his hand with a smile.

He flicked his finger and a drop of ink flew out.

As soon as the ink came out, it turned into a cloud covering the sky.

The clouds instantly condensed into an inky dragon.

Confucian and Taoist magical powers, Taoist magic, and the ability to turn ink into a dragon!
This is how Master Chen became famous, and that Mo Long really has the power of a long dragon.

A black dragon roared and charged towards the Nine Nether Demon King who had transformed into a black-scaled tiger.

The Nine Nether Demon King had a solemn expression on his face, and he raised his front paws to collide with the Black Dragon.

"boom--"

The black dragon's body shattered, but did not disperse. Instead, it turned into an inky chain that wrapped around the body of the Nine Nether Demon King.

Before the Nine Nether Demon King could break free, he saw Master Chen in front of him change his fist into a palm, with a small handful of ink-black in the palm.

Not much, just a few dozen drops of ink...

"You, you can already create water from the void, and the avenue reaches the sky—"

There was a hint of fear in the Nine Nether Demon King's voice, and he stepped back.

Master Chen kept smiling, and with a flip of his palm, all the ink beads scattered and turned into thick clouds in the sky.

Dark clouds covered the sky. "Since Master Wan Yao Valley is unwilling to serve as a guardian spirit beast in Bailu Mountain, then return to your Ten Thousand Demons Valley."

"But you've just come to the four great academies and started a bloodbath. I'll punish you with a small punishment and give you a big warning. Then you can go into seclusion for a few years—"

Master Chen's voice was like thunder, and lightning flashed in the thick black clouds, turning into long whips of thunder, which hit the Nine Nether Demon Emperor heavily.

The black scales shattered, the Nine Nether Demon King roared in pain, and turned to flee.

The thunder continued to strike down until it was a hundred miles away, and then it slowly subsided.

The black-scaled tiger howled all the way, and its scales fell to pieces along the way.

This thunder bombardment is probably enough for the Nine Nether Demon King to go back and recuperate for a few years.

I didn’t expect that a demon king from Qingtian Continent would be completely powerless in front of Master Chen.

A gleam of shrewdness flashed in Zhang Yuan's eyes.

"Master Kong, I can't really keep him here. Please forgive me..." The thick clouds dispersed, and Master Chen looked at Kong Lingjun beside him and sighed softly.

He could easily severely injure the Nine Nether Demon King, but could not keep him alive. Was it because he couldn't, or was it because he didn't want to?
Zhang Yuan lowered his head slightly.

Kong Lingjun nodded and turned to look at Guo Chang who was standing not far away.

On the other side, several figures came running quickly.

Zhang Yuan saw that among several teachers, a young man in a green Confucian robe was being protected and striding towards him.

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Outside Yunhe County.

Zhang Yuan bowed to Wang Zhixue and Li Wenyan.

"Zhang Juzheng, from now on you will be a disciple of Bailu Mountain. Qingtianzhou's Confucianism and Taoism need people like you to support them." Wang Zhixue held the seal engraving book sent by Zhang Yuan in his hand and spoke solemnly.

He turned a disaster into a blessing. When the Confucian and Taoist magical powers combined with his qi, blood, lifespan and haoran power, he received the power from Zhang Yuan. Not only did his physical qi and blood power increase a hundredfold, but his Confucian and Taoist cultivation also entered the late stage of the innate realm.

But as Zhang Yuan said, these were opportunities that Wang Zhixue chose for himself, not gifts from anyone.

Yang Baitao, who was standing by, also smiled and bowed to Zhang Yuan: "Brother Ju Zheng, I hope that one day we can stand shoulder to shoulder with you and fight against the immortals and demons together."

Yang Baitao broke through the shackles and achieved enlightenment in one breath, showing his elite status. Naturally, the four major academies extended olive branches to him, a talented person who could enter the Grandmaster realm at any time.

In the end, Yang Baitao chose to go to the Jinglun Academy which was the best fit for him.

Zhang Yuan, Guo Chang, and Yang Baitao.

Including the Confucian and Taoist elite named Chen Wenli, there are exactly four people.

The four major academies are easy to divide.

Of course, Guo Chang followed Kong Lingjun to Xuanji Academy.

Zhang Yuan chose to practice with Master Chen.

Chen Wenli, who claimed to be Master Chen's descendant in the secular world, also wanted to go to Bailu Mountain at first, but Master Chen chose Zhang Yuan, so he had to reject him and let him go to Haoran Academy.

"Brother Ju Zheng, I hope I can fight alongside you one day." Guo Chang bowed to Zhang Yuan before leaving.

Although Zhang Yuan did not enter Xuanji Academy, he helped Zhao Yu get a place as a disciple of Xuanji Academy.

Zhang Yuan recorded his experiences in a scroll of paintings of spring mountains. After reading it, Zhao Yu also wanted to become Kong Lingjun's disciple.

Zhang Yuan introduced Zhao Yu's military command skills and his ability to form the Eight Diagrams Formation. Kong Lingjun was also very interested in this Princess of Daqin.

This was a rare opportunity, so Zhang Yuan gave Kong Lingjun a painting of spring mountains, told her how to use the scroll, and set aside a separate desk for Kong Lingjun and Zhao Yu to discuss military strategies in private.

Kong Lingjun promised that if Zhao Yu had enough talent, she would personally teach him the art of war and military formations.

……

A white deer pulled a cart and flew across the sky.

Zhang Yuan and Master Chen sat side by side on the carriage, and in an instant the carriage crossed the ten-mile cloud sky.

"If I hadn't chosen Bailu Mountain, I think it would have been that master's descendant in the secular world who entered Bailu Mountain."

Zhang Yuan looked at the clouds gathering and dispersing in front of him and spoke softly.

"Everyone thinks that my surname is Chen in this world, but they don't know that I took my wife's surname after marrying into my parents' family."

"My surname is Zhao."

Master Chen's voice sounded slowly.

(End of this chapter)