Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 372 How long can the news be blocked? It depends on you...

With his eyes narrowed, Xu Chengfeng raised his hand, and the faint demonic energy in his palm enveloped the fragments of the round mirror.

"Let me see whether the price my Netherworld Demon Sect paid is worth it..."

"boom--"

The demonic energy was surging and the wind and clouds were surging.

There were rays of light and shadows in the rising light curtain, which eventually turned into a thatched hut.

In front of the thatched cottage, a hunched figure flashed by.

Xu Chengfeng, who was in the Dongxuan realm, trembled all over and his eyes widened.

The light and shadow dissipated, and the demonic energy in his body continued to surge, unable to suppress the aura of his cultivation.

"Master, it's really Master."

Xu Chengfeng's eyes flashed, his fists clenched, and he slowly stood up.

The light and shadow in front of him kept interweaving, and the figure between the light and shadow slowly emerged, and then turned into the appearance of Master Chen.

Rickets.

Haggard.

"Life is cut short, life is cut short..."

Xu Chengfeng murmured, his expression changing.

He clenched the fragment of the bronze mirror.

From what we can see in the light and shadow, it is clear that the Master has reached the end of his life!
If this is true, then Bailu Academy will surely be destroyed soon!

Once Bailu Academy is destroyed, the four major academies in Qingtianzhou will collapse.

The light and shadow are too short to really tell whether the scene is real or fake.

Even Xu Chengfeng, the master of the Netherworld Demon Sect and a great cultivator of the Dongxuan realm who had been floating in and out of Qingtian Continent for countless years, could not remain calm at this moment.

Master Chen from Bailu Academy can be considered as the enemy of all immortals and demons in Qingtian Continent!
"Investigate again, investigate again, no matter the cost, we must get to the bottom of this matter!"

The magic light in Xu Chengfeng's hands flew out, and the fragments of the bronze round mirror turned into powder.

……

Bailu Mountain, back mountain.

In the thatched cottage, the teacher sat with a calm expression.

On the table in front of him lay the bronze mirror with a missing corner.

Zhang Yuan stood aside, and Meng Shuyao gripped the spear tightly in her hand.

Zhuang Moxuan, Li Shouren and the others all had solemn expressions.

"Since the news is very likely to be unconcealed, there is no need for me to hide it."

Master Chen looked at the bronze mirror in front of him and said softly, "My life span is almost over."

Although they had sensed it long ago, the atmosphere in the thatched cottage suddenly became heavy when Master Chen said this.

Meng Shuyao's eyes turned red instantly, and she bit her lip without saying a word.

Kong Wenyuan sighed softly, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Zhuang Moxuan clasped his hands together and remained silent.

"Master, is there really no way?" Li Shouren sighed, then spoke softly.

These master teachers in the academy have followed Master Chen for hundreds of years and have a special relationship with him.

Master Chen shook his head.

"The path of the great Dao is always one of advancement or retreat. How can there be any talk of luck?"

These words made Chen Zhengyan, Li Shouren and others lower their eyes slightly.

Of course they knew that when one’s cultivation reached the level above Dongxuan, what they were seeking was the great way to reach the sky. It seemed omnipotent, but in fact it was extremely dangerous.

Free and easy, how can it be possible to be truly free and easy?

"Fortunately, only one piece of the bronze mirror is missing, and there's not much information contained within it. If we guard it closely from now on, we can keep the information hidden for a while longer."

The master's eyes swept over the crowd and he said softly, "There's not much I can do. From now on, the White Deer Academy will depend on you."

Meng Shuyao couldn't hold it back any longer and tears welled up in her eyes.

Kong Wenyuan's eyes also reddened, and he looked up without saying a word. Li Shouren and the others looked at each other and bowed to the teacher.

Zhuang Moxuan said, "Master, please rest and recuperate. I will take care of everything on Bailu Mountain."

After saying this, he bowed and left the thatched cottage. The others looked at each other and also left.

Only after everyone left did Zhang Yuan look up: "Master, I was negligent. Otherwise——"

The teacher waved his hand, interrupting Zhang Yuan's words.

"After all, such things cannot be concealed for long."

"Even if there is no matter today, it is nothing but tomorrow's matter."

After saying this, he looked at Zhang Yuan with a serious expression.

"Ju Zheng, the immortals and demons will surely become even more rampant in the future. They will not stop until they get the information from Bailu Mountain. How long you can keep the news secret depends on you..."

Zhang Yuan nodded.

According to the lifespan revealed by Master Chen and his plan, when the news of his end is actually leaked, it will be the time for the showdown between Confucianism, Taoism, immortals and demons on Qingtian Continent.

"Alright, bring me the books you've been reading and the paintings you've been making lately. Since I'm your teacher, I should definitely teach you something."

"Although you practice both Confucianism and martial arts, you actually learn a lot of different things, even dabbling in Taoism and Buddhism. I practice both Confucianism and Taoism, and I have some experience as well."

The Master smiled and spoke.

Zhang Yuan's Confucian and Taoist cultivation and his attainments in calligraphy and painting surprised the Master.

Especially after Zhang Yuan arrived at the academy, his Confucian and Taoist cultivation improved by leaps and bounds.

Even though the Master believed that Zhang Yuan had accumulated a lot of experience and had a solid foundation in Taoism, which allowed him to be so proficient in the subject, Zhang Yuan's speed of improvement still amazed him.

These days, the Master's teachings to Zhang Yuan have become more frequent and in-depth.

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In the picture of spring mountains.

Zhao Yu, wearing a pink feather dress, blushed.

If she hadn't wanted to dance this dance for Zhang Yuan, she would never have learned the dance and would never have worn this feathered dress.

Looking up, Zhao Yu saw Zhang Yuan staring at him, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"Your senior sister is the most beautiful woman in Bailu Mountain. How could you bear to hit her?"

"Also, when will you come back? I don't have many scrolls and weapons left here."

"Now that the bank has accumulated a lot of money, I plan to take some of it out and ask Master Tao to arrange to build another academy to recruit students to study Confucianism and martial arts."

Zhao Yu whispered to Zhang Yuan about his situation, and from time to time he had to deal with Zhang Yuan's uneasy hand.

"The Spring Hunt is about to begin. The city is full of betting sites, and many of the Imperial City's heroes are on the list. If you were here, I would definitely bet everything on you."

A hint of regret appeared on Zhao Yu's face.

This made Zhang Yuan smile.

"What if I lose?"

"Didn't you lose even your dowry?"

Zhang Yuan's words made Zhao Yu chuckle.

"If there's no dowry, then I won't get married. Let's see who's anxious..."

……

Zhang Yuan's soul returned from the Spring Mountain Painting, and the expression on his face turned calm.

He recorded everything that happened in Qingtianzhou in his travel notes, and also described in detail the Master's plan of fighting to the death when his life was about to end.

Seeing that the Master wanted to shake up the situation in Qingtianzhou by himself, Zuoqiu Ren was filled with admiration. He left a letter and planned to go to Qingtianzhou soon.

Although Zuoqiu Ren is only a master of the Vajra level of Confucianism and Taoism, he has been tempered in Yongtianzhou and has a profound foundation. If he really goes to Qingtianzhou, he can fight against ordinary Dongxuan.

"Woo——"

A signal horn sounded in the distance.

Zhang Yuan walked out of the thatched cottage, and an origami flying crane landed in his palm.

"Master Jingyue of the Leiyin Zen Temple of Buddhism visited Bailu Mountain and wanted to see the Master."

(End of this chapter)