My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

Song Yuntao was only frozen; the true energy did not penetrate his body, so he was still alive.

Qi Yu raised his hand and placed it on Song Yuntao's ice sculpture.

Song Yuntao's pupils contracted slightly, but he couldn't speak, only making muffled noises.

Qi Yu saw Song Yuntao's eyes through the ice; they were pleading eyes.

He doesn't want to die!

He killed Wang Defa with his own hands, and just now he was thinking about killing himself.

How dare he beg for mercy from me?

This shamelessness is something even I can't match!

"You should go down and keep Old Wang company! Soon, I'll send the entire Chang family down too!" Qi Yu said.

Qi Yu controlled his true energy and began to inject it into Song Yuntao's body.

Since he chopped Lao Wang into mincemeat, Song Yuntao's death should be the same.

This kind of trash who betrays his friends for personal gain pollutes the land and wastes resources, even if he's buried in the ground!

His final fate was to die without a proper burial!

Song Yuntao gradually lost feeling in his feet, and a shadow of death loomed over his heart.

woo woo woo...

Song Yuntao kept trying to speak, but he couldn't get any words out, and tears streamed down his face.

He didn't want to die. He had finally made a name for himself and become someone of high status.

"Brother, can you let him go?"

A gentle voice echoed from behind him, and Qi Yu subconsciously stopped channeling his inner energy and looked behind him.

The speaker was a refined young man, dressed in white, with his hair in a bun, standing ramrod straight, looking very sunny and energetic.

"Who are you?" Qi Yu asked indifferently.

The young man bowed to Qi Yu and said with a smile, "Qingyun Academy, Zhuang Zhihuan!"

Qi Yu raised an eyebrow. Qingyun Academy? Confucianism?

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Chapter Ninety-Three: Arriving Late

Because of the lack of cultivation methods, Confucianism can only cultivate up to the first rank at most, and there are no grandmasters.

Even without grandmasters, no one dared to underestimate the Confucianism represented by Qingyun Academy.

In the ancient times of Confucian sages, Confucianism was far superior to other schools of thought, and Confucian scholars were found all over the world.

At that time, Confucianism was at its peak, enjoying unparalleled popularity.

However, Confucianism underwent several major reforms, with constant clashes between old and new ideas, leading to a split within the school and its eventual decline.

To this day, Confucianism has even lost some decent methods of self-cultivation, which is quite tragic.

However, even a weakened camel is bigger than a horse, and Confucianism enjoys very high support among ordinary people.

Moreover, Confucianism is highly inclusive, and it can integrate the ideas of other schools of thought as needed, which is why Confucianism has always stood strong.

To be honest, Qi Yu didn't want to offend Qingyun Academy, because Qingyun Academy now ostensibly represents Confucianism.

Offending Qingyun Academy is tantamount to offending Confucianism.

He glanced at the frozen Song Yuntao, then looked at Zhuang Zhihuan and asked indifferently, "Why did you save him?"

Zhuang Zhihuan smiled gently and said, "Because Brother Song has great talent, he is very likely to help the Confucian school improve its cultivation methods."

Confucianism cultivates talent, and Song Yuntao is talented.

Qi Yu listened with a strange expression and asked, "The 'Song of the Wanderer'?"

Zhuang Zhihuan nodded and smiled, "Yes! So please do me this favor, brother!"

Qi Yu's expression turned somewhat strange after hearing this.

Song Yuntao is talented? Him?!

As for what kind of practice it is, that's your Confucian business. Why should I do anything to help you?

What do I owe you Confucianists?

Qi Yu's lips curled slightly upward, but his eyes remained utterly indifferent as he asked, "What if I insist on killing him?"

Zhuang Zhihuan thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "If you insist on killing Brother Song, then please kill me first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Zhihuan waved his hand, and an aura of solemnity and reverence emanated from him, causing the dark clouds in the sky to gradually disperse.

Qi Yu narrowed his eyes, sensing the true energy released by Zhuang Zhihuan.

Vast and magnificent, extremely solemn and dignified, Zhuang Zhihuan suddenly seemed much taller, giving people a strange sense of oppression.

Is this the talent of Confucianism?

A second-rank Confucian scholar!

Can I beat him?

Qi Yu glanced at Song Yuntao, then at Zhuang Zhihuan.

Then, involuntarily, memories of his past with Wang Defa flashed through his mind, and his eyes turned cold.

kill!

Qi Yu raised his hand and slapped the ice sculpture next to him.

"stop!"

Zhuang Zhihuan opened his mouth and uttered this one word.

Suddenly, something affected Qi Yu's mind, causing him to momentarily lose focus, and his hand involuntarily stopped moving.

In that brief moment, Zhuang Zhihuan had already rescued Song Yuntao.

Zhuang Zhihuan released his true energy, which swept up Song Yuntao and moved him behind him.

Qi Yu lowered his hand and looked at Zhuang Zhihuan with apprehension.

"What kind of trick is this?"

Zhuang Zhihuan chuckled and said, "It's nothing but a trivial matter, not worth mentioning. I, Zhuang Zhihuan, have been presumptuous today. I apologize to you, brother. Farewell."

With that, Zhuang Zhihuan bowed and then turned to leave with the frozen Song Yuntao.

Qi Yu watched their retreating figures, but did not chase after them.

Zhuang Zhihuan is very strong; I can't beat him!

In particular, the method used by Zhuang Zhihuan was such that he only had to speak before he actually stopped.

Although I was unwilling, there was nothing I could do!

Still too weak!

Qi Yu withdrew his gaze, then looked at the snow-covered landscape within a kilometer radius and clenched his fist.

Within a radius of one kilometer, he can control the outward release of his true energy, meaning that the range of his outward release of true energy is one kilometer in radius.

So, am I now considered a second-rank official?

Shaking his head, Qi Yu didn't want to think about these things; the most urgent matter was Old Wang's problem.

Have his family members heard the tragic news?

He looked around, trying to disperse the surrounding true energy, but he couldn't.

He can release it, but he can't take it back; he's still quite a bit behind the second rank.

Qi Yu didn't bother with it, expecting the ice here to melt on its own tonight.

As for the dozen or so guards around him, they were already dead, their bodies covered in frost.

Within the range of his own true energy release, even a third-rank cultivator would be in mortal danger, because his Azure Nether True Energy could freeze other true energies.

His gaze fell upon the courtyard. After a moment's hesitation, Qi Yu went inside.

The room was empty, but white cloths were tied to the eaves and windows, and a mahogany coffin was placed in the main hall.

Qi Yu glanced at it only once, then his gaze fell on the table in front of him.

Besides the fruit offerings, there was also a black box, which was placed in the very center.

Looking at the box, Qi Yu's face paled, and a chill ran through his body.

With difficulty, he lifted his right foot and walked stiffly toward the box.

The three incense sticks on the incense burner had not yet burned out, and the brazier under the altar was still warm.

Qi Yu looked at the box on the table, his hand trembling as he reached out and gently stroked it. His Adam's apple bobbed, and then his lips tightened.

"Old Wang, I'm taking you home!" Qi Yu said hoarsely.

Qi Yu left the mourning hall carrying the box. Three newly lit incense sticks were placed in the incense burner in front of the mahogany coffin.

……

Qi Yu walked out of the manor carrying the box, while the spies around him stared intently at him.

Qi Yu could sense their presence, but ignored them, his gaze fixed on the box.

A light rain began to fall. Qi Yu took off his coat, wrapped the box in it, and continued walking.

clap clap clap...

The sound of horses' hooves hitting puddles came from ahead. Qi Yu raised his head and looked ahead.

He recognized the person who came in; it was Qin Xiyao!

She was still wearing a white dress, her beautiful face still showing a cold expression, and her eyes still looking aloof.

Qin Xiyao pulled on the reins, and the black horse stopped five zhang in front of Qi Yu.

Qin Xiyao held the reins in one hand and a long sword in the other, looking down at Qi Yu.