Achieving the Dao from the Hundred Schools of Thought

Zhuang Weiyang activated her wind magic and hurriedly rushed towards the gate of Zuili City.

As soon as I arrived at the city gate, I saw a burly man exuding an aura of Confucianism.

However… Zhuang Weiyang looked at the person in front of her with suspicion, and did not dare to go forward to acknowledge him for a moment.

"This is my senior brother... why is he dressed like this?"

In the game, Confucian monks are mostly dressed in long robes and carry books, looking like scholars.

Looking at the burly man before him, he was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, his physique as imposing as the city gate beside him! His attire was well-matched, with a long robe at his waist and a longbow on his back, giving him the appearance of a chivalrous knight.

"Ziyang! You're Ziyang, aren't you!"

The big man kept looking around, searching for people. When he saw Zhuang Weiyang grinning, he opened his arms as if to hug her.

Upon hearing the address, Zhuang Weiyang confirmed it and opened her arms to greet her senior brother.

Upon seeing this, the burly man first frowned, then looked enlightened, and clasped his hands together in a fist salute.

"Ziyang, my surname is Zhong and my given name is You. My teacher calls me Zilu, but you can call me Senior Brother!"

Zhuang Weiyang was a little embarrassed and quickly returned the greeting with her hands clasped in a fist salute.

"Brother Zilu, thank you for coming from so far away!"

This senior brother... he's not what I imagined.

Just now, he probably wanted to hug me...

Zilu laughed heartily, carefree and unrestrained.

"Indeed, he is a beloved disciple of the Master, and he truly knows propriety! I have followed the Master for more than 20 years, and when faced with a situation, I always act first and then think about etiquette."

However... since we come from the same school, let's not say thank you; it sounds too formal.

"Come on, where's the demon?"

Zilu spoke in rapid succession, giving Zhuang Weiyang no time to react, and then made a move to pull Zhuang Weiyang away to exorcise the demon.

Zhuang Weiyang said repeatedly:

"Senior Brother Zilu... Senior Brother Zilu! Wait! That monster is right here!"

"Oh? Why didn't I sense any demonic energy?" Zilu finally released Zhuang Weiyang's hand and asked in confusion.

With a thought, Zhuang Weiyang removed the mountain magic from the stone stick beside her. Freed from its restraints, Sheya immediately raised its snake body.

"Zhuang Weiyang, where did you bring me?! Ah... a human cultivator!!"

After regaining consciousness, She Ya saw Zi Lu and was terrified, so she immediately cried out.

Zilu pointed at Sheya and asked in confusion:

"Ziyang, is it this little snake? It shouldn't be like this; you could easily step on it and kill it!"

For Zilu, who was at the second level, Sheya was indeed very weak.

But when these words reached Sheya's ears, they became a signal to attack! Sheya coiled and slithered, bluffing, and in order to gain a sliver of hope, repeatedly made threats:

"Zhuang Weiyang, if you kill me, my father will surely come! My father is a second-realm cultivator, possessing the bloodline of an ancient rare species, far surpassing ordinary mortal cultivators!"

Zilu immediately understood that Zhu Quan Zhuang Weiyang wanted to kill the father of the little snake in front of him.

Unfortunately, She Ya misjudged the situation; Zi Lu didn't care about any demon bloodline at all!

"Hahaha, a different bloodline? Is it a dragon?"

"No less than a true dragon!"

She was stubborn and stood ramrod straight, frantically praising her father.

Zhuang Weiyang smiled dismissively and directly exposed her lie.

"Comparable to the dragons? You really dare to say that!"

In the game, this old man Sheya is just an elite monster, which players can easily kill once they reach the second realm.

Slaying dragons requires a team!

However... we don't know my senior brother's strength yet.

Zhuang Weiyang's mind raced. Thinking that her senior brother Zilu was a straightforward person, she asked directly:

"May I ask how strong you are, senior brother? If you are unable to kill his father and let him escape, it may bring disaster to other humans."

Upon hearing this, Zilu smiled slightly, and the void behind him distorted.

"Junior Brother Ziyang, focus your inner fire in your eyes and witness your senior brother's true nature!"

Zhuang Weiyang looked again, and was dumbfounded.

All that could be seen was Zilu's righteous energy surging forth, and his true nature and Dharma form appearing in the void.

Confucius ascended the platform to preach, and three thousand disciples in front of him listened quietly with their eyes closed. Zilu stood beside the Master, holding a sword to protect him!

Upright and courageous, surpassing all others; fierce spirit and unwavering loyalty forged the soul of a Confucian scholar!

Nature—a chivalrous hero of the streets and alleys, a brave and righteous protector!

The cultivation of the second realm is entirely based on one's true nature.

Once the fog in one's heart is broken, one's true nature is revealed in the world. Upon entering the second realm, one's true nature remains obscure. Only by cultivating the second realm to a profound level can a picture emerge from the void.

Zilu's true nature is even more terrifying! It not only reflects himself, but also the three thousand disciples of Confucianism, and Confucius, who has cultivated to the three realms!

It seems that the three realms are just around the corner.

"In that case, there will be absolutely no chance of failure! Senior Brother Zilu, your cultivation is truly remarkable!"

Zhuang Weiyang felt relieved and then led Zilu to the Yue people.

Zilu had no objection; he came here to support his junior brother, and he was willing to fight anywhere.

……

The people of Yue were filled with fear and unease at the Yemin military camp.

Zhong Bai arranged for people to transport the demons he had killed along the way, and since he hadn't been able to take care of them yet, he first settled them in the newly built barbarian army camp.

When Zhuang Weiyang and Zilu appeared, Zong Chuan, who was on guard, spotted Zhuang Weiyang immediately and knelt down.

"teacher!"

The Vietnamese people then realized what was happening and also performed the kneeling ceremony.

Seeing this, Zhuang Weiyang sighed inwardly.

First came the ravages of war, then the imprisonment by demons, and now they've been taken in by an enemy state. These Yue people are like frightened birds at the slightest disturbance.

Zhuang Weiyang was also helpless in this situation.

Only time will tell...

"Get up!"

After Zhuang Weiyang finished shouting, she released Sheya again.

When She Ya saw Yue Min, and then looked at Zhuang Weiyang, he knew that Zhuang Weiyang had already decided to kill him and was preparing a backup plan.

However, all living things, before their time of death, yearn for a glimmer of hope.

Sheya did the same, repeatedly begging for mercy.

"Zhuang Weiyang, spare me, for the sake of the humans I once protected!"

Release me! I immediately fled far away, leaving the ancestral land of humanity!

Zhuang Weiyang…

Zhuang Weiyang frowned slightly, then used her fire magic. A cluster of white flames appeared out of thin air and immediately burned She Ya's mouth.

"Sizzle..."

The sound of roasting meat rang out, and in excruciating pain, Sheya lost control of his body, unfurling his dozens of feet long demonic form.

Zhuang Weiyang then used her mountain magic to trap She Ya in place before speaking:

"Zongchuan, have you learned how to use the seal I've given you?"

"Sir, I know how... but I'm not proficient."

"fine."

After speaking, Zhuang Weiyang unleashed her power technique, and the three arts of the Sage of War immediately attached themselves to everyone.

"This demon has committed heinous crimes and deserves to be killed! I have already bestowed my magic upon you, now..."

"Revenge for wrongs, settle scores for grievances!"

After saying that, Zhuang Weiyang closed her eyes and focused her mind, no longer speaking.

Seeing this, Zilu sighed slightly, thinking to himself, "Another Zixia..."

The villagers were initially at a loss, and all looked at Zhuang Weiyang. Seeing that Zhuang Weiyang really didn't care, they looked at Zong Chuan.

Zong Chuan gritted his teeth and walked up to She Ya.

The fear of Sheya is ingrained in the very bones of the Vietnamese people.

Zongchuan's legs went weak, and he wanted to run away. Ultimately, hatred suppressed his instincts, and with a trembling voice, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Give me back my people! You monster!"

As he spoke, the flames transformed into the scythe, the weapon that Zongchuan was most familiar with, and slashed down fiercely!

Seeing this, the Vietnamese people, including those with grudges, also came forward.

Finally, everyone gathered around Sheya.

"Give me back my father! Waaaaah—"

"Snake demon, do you know that our master appears in my dreams every night?!"

"..."

The clanging of weapons against scales, accompanied by wails and self-reproachful sobs, reached Zhuang Weiyang's ears.

Zhuang Weiyang nodded slightly.

There is still hope.

Fifteen minutes later, when the sound subsided, Zhuang Weiyang secretly shattered She Ya's head, freeing him from his predicament.

"Whoosh!"

As She Ya died, a line of blood flew from her corpse. Zhuang Weiyang neither dodged nor avoided it, but raised her palm and waited for the blood line to imprint itself on her.

If a member of a different demon race dies, their bloodline will transform into a blood curse, imprinted on the killer.

Those of the same race who sense the blood curse will come to seek revenge.