I proved immortality through the imperial examination.

Chapter 108 Slaying Yama (Bonus Chapter from the Ten Thousand Bones Skull Alliance)

The black dragon stroked its long beard lightly, "No need to worry, Yama has cultivated into an earth sorcerer and is close to becoming indestructible."

Having escaped three hundred years of natural disasters and calamities, even though he was temporarily locked in by the energy generated by Xue Xiang's groundbreaking article.

He couldn't kill Yama, the King of Hell.

Moreover, no matter how groundbreaking the article, how long can its evolved energy last?

Just wait a moment, and as soon as the energy weakens, Yama will be able to escape.

But Xue Xiang is too fierce and too difficult to deal with.

I have never seen such a scholar before. I had heard of his literary reputation, but I never imagined he was so talented.

"What good is talent if it's almost completely wasted today? Otherwise, this level of writing wouldn't have been used up in the competition for academic excellence, but instead wasted here."

"Yes, they are young after all, and they don't know how to keep their sharp edges hidden."

I see he has also provoked Yama's true wrath. Just wait and see; as soon as the energy of his poem weakens, Yama will surely kill him with his own hands.

"........."

"Little Xue, I originally intended to spare your life, but since you've chosen to die, you can't blame me."

A blush appeared on Yama's pale face.

He was furious.

Having been buried underground for over thirty years, its emergence was expected to be a momentous event that would shock the world and make it the envy of its time.

He was actually imprisoned by a junior in front of so many people.

The loss of face is beyond description.

"You old scoundrel, I could tolerate you provoking me. But you insist on courting death by bullying my sister Mei. If you don't die, then heaven will not tolerate me."

"You're just spouting nonsense. Even if you summon some mysterious lightning, you still won't be able to destroy me."

"I have cultivated for four hundred years and have surpassed the indestructible realm. If you have the guts, keep spouting your famous sayings. Otherwise, once I break free, I will surely kill you."

"Rest in peace, this is where you will be buried."

"I'll be watching with bated breath!"

Yama, the King of Hell, remained calm and fearless.

"What is the meaning of beheading today?"

As soon as these four lines were uttered, the air was filled with golden, purple, black, white, and blue literary energy.

Xue Xiang summarized his experience: famous works do not need to be proven to be widely circulated in this world, but only need to be widely circulated in his world to be considered valid.

Moreover, the imagery in his masterpieces is also an anomaly of that time and space.

It seems that this lineage of heavenly principles encompasses the ten directions of the world, including countless things, all of which can be comprehended and sensed.

Otherwise, his poem "Mountain Slope Sheep, Nostalgia for Tongguan" would not have such great power.

After all, the Qin and Han dynasties, Tongguan Pass, these are terms that do not belong to this world.

"Starting a business is fraught with difficulties and requires countless battles."

Upon hearing these two sentences, Heilong and the others were stunned.

"Xue Xiang has run out of ideas; what a mediocre work this is."

"They only managed to set up Suiyang Ferry, yet they dare to boast about starting a business."

"This, this is nothing special, it's just ordinary."

"It's nothing special, so why is all the spiritual energy in the air being activated? What's going on?"

"Look, the literary energy has materialized! There are so many people..."

"..."

Whoosh, whoosh, a thin mist suddenly rose in the air, a vast expanse like mountains and seas, and a rebellious and tenacious figure emerged from the mist.

"I am going to the netherworld to summon my old comrades."

"hiss!"

Heilong and the others all gasped in shock.

The Yama King's face, which had always been as still as a deep well, finally showed a human expression, his brows furrowing.

He could already sense the chilling murderous intent.

In the vast fog, figures revealed themselves. They were all emaciated and dressed in rags, but their eyes were firm and their steps were composed.

His gaze shines with timeless brilliance; his every move exudes a chilling aura.

Even more terrifying, they held magical artifacts that did not belong to this world—dark, round tubes that gleamed with a chilling light.

"This is impossible. The killing intent is soaring to the sky. Even the Imperial Guards would never have such killing intent."

"Literary spirit can take on various forms, but it must rely on the principles of creation and cannot create images out of thin air."

There could not be such an army in this world; there could not be a force so dilapidated yet still exuding such unwavering spirit and a fighting will to the death.

"........."

Black Dragon and the others were stunned; they could tell, of course, that something was wrong.

The murderous aura here is beyond the comprehension of common sense; there should be no army in the world that exudes such a terrifying aura.

"With ten thousand banners, we will slay Yama!"

"Slay Yama!"

The soldiers' roars soared into the sky, shaking the mountains and rivers.

All the golden literary energy in the sky shook down, transforming into solidified killing intent.

An aura of death instantly swept across the entire area.

Rat-a-tat-tat, the soldiers' weapons spewed out tongues of fire, and merciless golden bullets rained down, piercing through the overwhelming killing intent formed by the golden aura, sweeping over Yama like a hurricane.

"what!"

Yama, the King of Hell, let out a piercing scream.

His supposedly indestructible witch body couldn't withstand the bullet that pierced through the sky with murderous intent.

Countless tongues of fire spewed past, and Yama was blasted into dust right before the eyes of the masked men.

"This this……"

Black Dragon stared in disbelief, but his footwork was incredibly fast.

He unleashed his ultimate skill, summoning all his inner energy. The light behind him almost solidified, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished without a trace.

The other masked men were terrified and quickly fled in a flash.

Perhaps fearing being targeted by Xue Xiang, Tu Sunan, who had been bound together, was left standing there.

Whoosh, whoosh... One by one, the manifested warriors dissipated, and large swathes of land, as if ravaged by a horde of giant beasts, emitted streams of air that converged in the air, forming curved lines of gold, purple, black, white, and cyan.

The formation of these curved lines signifies that the power of the magnificent verses recited by Xue Xiang has come to an end.

Strangely, these scattered literary energies no longer remained still, but began to surge violently.

They converged in the air, the golden ones gathering in one place, the purple ones gathering in another...

The surging literary energy transformed into five long dragons, which coiled around Xue Xiang, exuding a chilling killing intent.

Xue Xiang frowned, glanced at Liu Mei in his arms, and immediately realized that the chilling killing intent was directed at Liu Mei.

When he received the seal of authority, he was told that one of the greatest functions of a lineage of culture and the Heavenly Dao is to suppress evil.

The Spirit Ancestor once fought against a sage. When he died, he implanted the Creation Diagram into the bodies of his disciples.

In the eyes of the sages, the Spirit Ancestor was a heretic, and the Spirit Clan was naturally a supernatural being.

The literary tradition, guided by the will of heaven, harbored hostility towards the alienated Liu Mei. Xue Xiang was not surprised at all. He recited aloud, "After the rain in the empty mountains, autumn arrives in the evening. The bright moon shines between the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks..."

In an instant, the five giant dragons of literary energy shattered, revealing a magnificent and unparalleled picture of a bright moon over an empty mountain.

There was no other way, so Xue Xiang could only use this method for the time being to alleviate the attack of the local cultural lineage on Liu Mei and wait for rescue.

He had calculated that once Yan Guangming and his team reported the news to Yunmeng, Yunmeng would react and come after them, and the time would be very close.

Sure enough, Xie Haiya arrived just as he finished reciting his third poem.

His clothes and hair were all disheveled, his face was pale, and his chest was heaving violently.

Clearly, Xie Haiya had used all his strength to get here quickly.

Xue Xiang was moved and pointed to Liu Mei in his arms.

Even though Xie Haiya knew Liu Mei's background, he was still startled by her appearance covered in scales.

What terrified him even more was the scene before him: the mountains and forests had long since turned into canyons, and the Xiang River had changed its course, silently telling the story of the horrific battle that had just taken place.

Just then, the strange phenomenon formed by the spiritual energy in the sky disappeared, and it transformed back into five angry dragons, coiled above the clouds, roaring ferociously at Xue Xiang.

It seems that Xue Xiang's masterpieces are their nourishment; they need to be fed, endlessly fed, and if the feeding speed can't keep up, they will immediately turn against them.

"you you……"

Xie Haiya pointed at Xue Xiang, speechless.

He could tell at a glance that the chaotic literary energy before him originated from the low-lying literary lineage of the Heavenly Dao.

As the one in charge of the seal, there are two ways to cause the literary lineage to decline, but only by breaking the seal can such chaotic literary energy be unleashed.

"Senior brother, take Sister Mei away."

After Xue Xiang destroyed the Earth Witch, Liu Mei's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was finally at ease, and she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

"what would you do?"

Xie Haiya was extremely anxious. He knew all too well the power of the backlash from literary energy; even a Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't withstand it, so how could Xue Xiang possibly withstand it?

"I have a plan, senior brother, go quickly."

Xue Xiang is waiting for the audience.

He cannot flirt with a blind man.

"Hold on, kid. The academy must have received the news and is on its way here."

Xie Haiya unleashed his spiritual power, capturing Liu Mei and quickly retreating.

As soon as Xie Haiya left, Xue Xiang used his spiritual power to release Tu Sunan, who had been thrown to the ground, from his restraints.

Just as he was about to express his gratitude, Tu Sunan cupped his hands in thanks, saying, "If I had known you were this brave, I would have been a better person than you."

As soon as Tu Sunan left, several rainbow lights landed not far away, followed by several more rainbow lights.

Before long, more than twenty people appeared nearby.

Among them were indeed acquaintances of Xue Xiang, such as Ni Quanwen and others from Canglan Academy.

"Is this...is this a battlefield between gods and demons?"

"What a terrifying scene! I can smell the aura of an earth sorcerer. Could it be that an earth sorcerer has perished here?"

"You brat, could it be that you shattered the seal and imprint, causing the literary lineage to decline and using your masterpiece to destroy the Earthly Witch?"

From the northwest direction, an old man in hemp clothing shouted loudly.

"Young Xue Xiang was ordered to investigate the theft of military funds. After careful investigation, he found the hiding place of the military funds based on the clues. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the local lair of the Witch God Cult."

The followers of the Witch God Cult stole military funds to restore the Earth Witch.

They noticed Xue's presence and pursued him all the way here.

The young man earnestly pleaded with his colleagues to open up the literary tradition and the Way of Heaven, but the town magistrate, Su Suiran, did not give him a reply.

Left with no other choice, the young man had to break the official seal and engage in a fierce battle with the thief.

Fortunately, the young man had a masterpiece in reserve, which allowed him to shatter the Earth Witch in one fell swoop.

Xue Xiang explained in a loud voice.

These words were meant for the people at Canglan Academy, who control the students' academic records and wield immense power.

No matter how you put it, breaking seals and stamps and causing chaos in the literary tradition will not be welcomed by the people of Canglan Academy.

Xue Xiang had heard that the Canglan Academy guarded a stele commemorating literature and morality.

Every disruption to the literary tradition and the heavenly way will damage the Literary Dao Stele.

This is exactly what the people of Canglan Academy least want to see.

"You little mouth keeps chattering away. What skills do you have to kill an Earth Witch?"

Ni Quanwen's handsome face was ashen.

While the people below were searching for the source of the anomaly, they witnessed the Wen Dao Stele being torn open again by the chaotic storm of literary energy, leaving them heartbroken.

At this moment, having found the instigator, Ni Quanwen and the other high-ranking members of Canglan Academy looked at Xue Xiang with extremely unfriendly eyes.

But if the situation is really as Xue Xiang said, then they can't blame Xue Xiang.

After all, a single seal can be broken, activating the lowering of the Heavenly Dao of the literary lineage. What Xue Xiang just faced was exactly the kind of emergency he had to deal with.

From this point of view alone, Xue Xiang was meritorious and blameless.

However, Xue Xiang's actions, in fact, caused further damage to the Wendao Stele.

"So that you may know, sir, that I fought fiercely with the thief to the death, and that I was reciting the following passage."

Xue Xiang read aloud.

He certainly couldn't let go of this opportunity to show off and make a name for himself.

After several readings were finished, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

(End of this chapter)