My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"Buzz—!!!"

As the figure in the coarse blue robe ascended the steps, the air above Chang'an seemed to freeze.

There was no earth-shattering explosion of spiritual energy, nor any violent pressure that tore through the void.

Ning Xiu held an ordinary folding fan, stepped on the void, and walked step by step toward the clouds.

With each step he took, a pure white lotus flower, as radiant as snow, would bloom out of thin air beneath his feet.

Every step is like a lotus blossom, and righteousness endures forever.

"teacher!"

Wei Zheng, the number one critic of the Tang Dynasty who had just been repelled, immediately suppressed all his arrogance upon seeing this figure.

He stood respectfully on one side of the cloud, bowed, and performed the most standard and impeccable Confucian salute.

That single word "teacher" instantly stirred up a tremendous wave of emotions in the hearts of millions of people in Chang'an.

Even Wei Zheng, the Duke of Zheng and a renowned Confucian scholar, had to respectfully call him "teacher"!

What kind of extraordinary person is this seemingly ordinary middle-aged schoolteacher?

Above the clouds.

The two Arhats, Subduing Dragon and Taming Tiger, looked at Ning Xiu as he slowly walked towards them, a hint of surprise and uncertainty flashing in their eyes.

They couldn't sense even the slightest fluctuation of a cultivator's true essence from this scholar in the blue robe.

He looked like an ordinary scholar who couldn't even kill a chicken.

But this scholar exuded an invisible pressure that made even Nascent Soul stage Arhats like them tremble with fear.

The feeling was as if the other person was not a person, but some kind of fundamental rule governing the operation of this world!

"Amitabha."

The Arhat Subduing Dragon clasped his hands together, suppressing the unease in his heart.

His angry eyes, as large as copper bells, were fixed on Ning Xiu, trying to test the other's strength with the pressure of Buddhism.

"Could you perhaps be the source of this bewitching demon within this demonic abyss of the Tang Dynasty?"

Ning Xiu stopped and confronted the two Arhats from a distance.

He wasn't angry; he just smiled slightly and gently shook the folding fan in his hand.

"These two monks who have come from afar are quite adept at putting on a hat."

Ning Xiu's voice was gentle and clear, yet it carried clearly throughout the entire city of Chang'an.

"You keep saying that my Great Tang is a den of demons, and that we are monsters. But the people of my Great Tang are well-fed, well-clothed, and every one of us is like a dragon."

"On the contrary, it is you self-proclaimed compassionate gods and Buddhas who, without distinguishing right from wrong, cross over into other realms and want to kill without hesitation."

Ning Xiu closed his folding fan, his gaze gradually becoming sharp as a knife.

"Is your compassion simply using force to coerce people into kneeling?"

"How dare you!"

The Arhat Subduing Tiger was enraged, and the skull prayer beads around his neck burst forth with a dazzling blood-red golden light.

"Mortals are foolish, sinking into the sea of ​​suffering without realizing it. The Buddha, with his great supernatural powers, has saved you all—this is an immeasurable blessing! Since you remain stubbornly deluded, I will first save you, you madman!"

Before he could finish speaking...

The two Arhats stopped wasting words and decided to strike first.

They were well aware of the unpredictable nature of the Tang Dynasty's fortunes, and feared that further delays might lead to unforeseen changes.

"The divine light of great compassion delivers all beings!"

As the Dragon Subduer and Tiger Tamer simultaneously formed hand seals, the primordial Buddhist power of the two Nascent Soul stage Arhats erupted.

Rings of golden ripples, almost tangible, carrying terrifying Buddhist light capable of distorting the minds of mortals and forcibly brainwashing and converting them, covered the entire city of Chang'an!

This Buddha's light does not harm the physical body, but targets the soul.

Once enveloped by the Buddha's light, even a Golden Core cultivator would instantly lose self-awareness and become a walking corpse who only knows how to kowtow and chant sutras.

Faced with such a large-scale group psychological attack.

Li Chen, standing at the back, remained completely unfazed. He even casually pulled out the most popular folk storybook, flipped through a couple of pages, and acted as if he were watching a play.

Because he knew that trying to manipulate the laws of the mind in front of Ning Xiu was like showing off one's skills in front of an expert.

"May your noble character endure forever, and may no evil invade you."

Ning Xiu remained calm, simply uttering eight words.

He didn't even draw his sword; he simply waved his folding fan forward.

"boom--!!!"

Throughout Chang'an, the sounds of students reciting their lessons from countless academies and schools seemed to resonate at this moment.

A vast, indescribable pure white aura of righteousness surged into the sky from all directions!

This righteous energy quickly intertwined and merged in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a pure white light curtain that blotted out the sky, firmly blocking the golden Buddha light.

"Sizzle—!"

Two completely different forces of belief collided violently in the void.

There was no deafening explosion, only the frantic melting sound, like oil being boiled over a raging fire.

The Great Compassionate Light, which claimed to be able to save all things, was like hitting a wall of stagnant water the moment it came into contact with the righteous energy.

Not only could they not make any progress, but they were also forcefully pushed back by that upright and incorruptible spirit that represented humanity's indomitable will!

"How is that possible!"

The Arhat who Subdues Dragons gasped, his face filled with disbelief.

They were powerful cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage unleashing their primordial divine light, yet it was blocked by a scholar who showed no signs of true energy fluctuation.

"Your Buddha's light cannot save the people of my Great Tang Dynasty."

Ning Xiu took a big step forward, his figure instantly growing taller.

He looked down at the two dark golden Arhats, his refined demeanor completely gone, replaced by an aura of domineering authority and majesty that commanded respect.

"The reason why Wei Zheng's laws couldn't break your golden bodies just now is because he was only borrowing the power of heaven and earth."

"And me."

Ning Xiu's gaze was piercing, and his voice boomed like thunder from the heavens.

"I am the law!"

Ning Xiu raised his right hand, put his index fingers together, and pointed at the horrified Jianglong and Fuhu in front of him.

"I'll say it!"

"This place weighs more than ten thousand jin!"

boom!

This was accompanied by Ning Xiu's imperial edict.

The space around the two Arhats, Subduing Dragon and Taming Tiger, instantly emitted a terrifying, unbearable wail!

This is not a simple accumulation of weight, but rather the gravity rules of this world have been forcibly modified by Ning Xiu with a single sentence!

The air, which was originally as light as a feather, turned into a solid substance a thousand times heavier than mercury at this moment.

"Bang!"

Before the Arhat Subduing Tiger could even utter a cry of alarm, his massive golden Arhat body suddenly sank.

His knees bent uncontrollably, and the golden auspicious cloud beneath his feet was crushed to pieces!

He tried desperately to straighten his spine, but the gravity seemed to act directly on every cell in his body, making his bones crack and pop.

"I'll say it!"

Ning Xiu gave them no chance to breathe, and a second imperial edict followed immediately.

"Moving an inch is impossible; the void is like mud!"

Om-!

The space within a radius of a hundred feet instantly froze.

Just as the Arhat Subduing Dragon was about to swing his fist to break the gravity field, he was horrified to find that his movements had become incredibly slow.

It's as if it was forcibly sealed inside a large piece of viscous amber.