My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

Su Yue was truly enraged!

Because Song Yuntao killed his husband's friend and also injured his husband.

The moment Song Yuntao saw Zhuang Zhihuan being sent flying, he was already terrified. He flung the reins, trying to drive the carriage away.

But the horses remained motionless, their heads bowed.

The purplish-red figure gradually approached, and Song Yuntao finally saw the killing intent and indifference in the other party's eyes.

In a panic, Song Yuntao fell off the carriage and then kept climbing toward the city gate of the capital.

He doesn't want to die!

He was the Poet Saint of the Great Yun Dynasty, and even the Qingyun Academy acknowledged his talent, inviting him to serve as an instructor there.

He had a lot of wealth and glory waiting for him to enjoy, he didn't want to die, and he couldn't die!

Song Yuntao kept climbing towards the city gate, but he didn't realize that his feet were now just bones.

Su Yue followed Song Yuntao for ten zhang. Every time Song Yuntao crawled forward, Su Yue would flick her fingers in her sleeve, and then a piece of flesh would be taken from Song Yuntao's body.

Song Yuntao had lost feeling in his feet, so he didn't feel anything even when he was being slowly sliced ​​to death.

All they think about is climbing forward!

A long trail of blood was left on the ground!

As time went on, the amount of blood he lost increased, and Song Yuntao climbed slower and slower.

Su Yue looked indifferently at Song Yuntao, who could no longer crawl. She raised her hand from her sleeve and with a light slash, Song Yuntao's right hand, which was supporting him on the ground, was immediately severed. Then, one by one, the fingers of his left hand were sliced ​​off by an invisible force.

"Uh……"

Song Yuntao felt the pain, but due to excessive blood loss, he no longer had the strength to shout.

Su Yue raised her hand, preparing to chop off Song Yuntao's left hand as well.

Suddenly, she realized something, glanced at Song Yuntao, and then vanished.

Then, about a breath later, a figure rushed out of the city gate; it was Qi Yu.

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Chapter 102 Confucianism

Qi Yu rushed out of the city gate, frowned, and looked around.

Just now, within the range of my true energy perception, there was another woman.

Although it was only for a moment, it was definitely a woman.

Unable to find the woman, Qi Yu's gaze fell on Song Yuntao.

Song Yuntao's feet had been cut off, leaving no flesh or blood attached, with bloodstains still wrapped around the stark white bones.

Qi Yu squatted down, looking at Song Yuntao who was on his deathbed, his expression somewhat complicated.

"Qi...Qi Yu, you still won't let me go!" Song Yuntao said, his voice extremely weak.

"Old Wang's death must be explained!" Qi Yu said indifferently.

Song Yuntao smiled weakly, then looked at the dim sky and murmured softly.

"Qi Yu, I don't regret copying your poems, I don't regret siding with Chang Lian, and I don't regret killing Old Wang. I only regret not killing you immediately!"

Qi Yu frowned and asked, "Why do I have to die? All I want is to live a peaceful life!"

Song Yuntao coughed and said, "Because...you, you are a good person. I knew that from the first day you entered the yamen. You seem out of place with us and with this world."

“I know that every time we go out together, you secretly pay for it, and you don’t want us to know because you’re afraid we’ll ostracize you. You’re a good person at heart; you can’t bring yourself to bully others.”

"You're very principled in your dealings with people, so you live a very carefree life. You can easily get things that I don't have. Every time you smile at me, I feel like you're showing off... cough cough cough... so you're really annoying!"

Qi Yu lowered his eyelids slightly and said, "Really? I thought I was quite popular!"

Song Yuntao's eyes turned deep and resentful as he said, "You're quite popular. You've only been here a month, and who in the yamen doesn't like you? At first, I thought you were faking it; you're essentially a hypocrite."

"But then I realized that you weren't faking it. You're just a pushover. You're very sincere to everyone around you, and you live a very carefree life. But the more you act like that, the more I hate you!"

Qi Yu was silent for a moment, then asked, "What about Old Wang? Do you hate him too? Would you even kill him?"

A strange emotion flashed in Song Yuntao's resentful eyes before he closed them.

"Old Wang is just... an idiot..."

Song Yuntao's voice grew weaker and weaker, and he didn't finish speaking in the end.

Looking at Song Yuntao's lifeless body, Qi Yu felt a mix of emotions.

He never knew that Song Yuntao, who was sunny and cheerful in the government office, also had such a dark side.

Before he came to the government office, Song Yuntao was the most popular person and had a very good relationship with every colleague.

On his first day at the government office, it was Song Yuntao who led the way, and it was through Song Yuntao's introduction that he met Wang Defa.

The past events flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

If Song Yuntao were alive, he would have loved to tear Song Yuntao to pieces and make him pay for Old Wang's life. But if Song Yuntao were dead, he would still feel a sense of emptiness and loss in his heart.

"A good person? I'm at most not a bad person!"

Qi Yu murmured softly, then stood up, raised his hand, and froze Song Yuntao's body.

Using his inner energy to support Song Yuntao's corpse, Qi Yu turned around and was about to leave when the bushes nearby rustled.

A young man in white, with disheveled hair, walked out clutching his chest. His clothes were torn and covered in mud, and his face was bruised and swollen, making him look rather disheveled.

Qi Yu turned around, looked at the person, and raised an eyebrow.

Zhuang Zhihuan was slightly taken aback when he saw Qi Yu, then looked at the ice block beside him after realizing what was happening.

Inside the ice was Song Yuntao, who had already lost all vital signs!

Zhuang Zhihuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he hurriedly ran up.

Qi Yu didn't stop him; he just watched Zhuang Zhihuan.

"How could this happen? Dead? What will become of my Confucian school? Who can perfect my Confucian teachings?" Zhuang Zhihuan murmured, his expression somewhat dazed.

Qi Yu glanced indifferently at Zhuang Zhihuan, then turned and left.

What about Confucianism? What does it have to do with him?

"Brother Qi, please wait!" Zhuang Zhihuan bowed and hurriedly said, "Brother Song is very important to my Confucian school. Could you please give me his body?"

"I thought you saw me holding Song Yuntao's corpse and assumed I killed him and wanted revenge!" Qi Yu sneered.

He didn't have a good impression of Zhuang Zhihuan, so he didn't intend to give Zhuang Zhihuan a friendly look.

Zhuang Zhihuan shook his head and said, "It was my fault for not protecting Brother Song well. The people of the Demonic Sect took advantage of the situation. It was my negligence and has nothing to do with Brother Qi!"

A demonic cult?!

The image of the beautiful figure he had sensed with his true energy earlier flashed through Qi Yu's mind, and he asked, "Was it a woman wearing a purple-red dress?"

Zhuang Zhihuan nodded, then asked in surprise, "Brother Qi, you saw it?"

"Do you know who it is?" Qi Yu asked instead of answering.

Zhuang Zhihuan nodded and said, "I know. The Holy Maiden of the Blood God Sect came here to intercept and kill Brother Song, so as to cut off the hope of my Confucianism."

Qi Yu frowned. Was he here to kill Song Yuntao?

If it was because of some fabricated talent, and in order to stop the rise of Confucianism, Song Yuntao was killed, it seems plausible.

But something just doesn't feel right!

If you want to kill Song Yuntao, why not just kill him with a single blow? Why resort to the death by a thousand cuts?

"What exactly is Confucian talent? Why are you so determined to take Song Yuntao away?" Qi Yu asked, frowning.

Zhuang Zhihuan pondered for a while, then sighed and said, "Since you want to know, then I'll tell you. Anyway, it's not a secret."

"After the Confucian sage, Confucianism underwent two transformations. The first transformation was the monster incident three thousand years ago, in which monsters from the Hundred Thousand Mountains launched a massive beast tide on the continent, and countless people perished in the monsters' mouths."

"The Bailu Academy, founded by the Confucian sage, was also destroyed in the beast tide. Almost half of the Confucian cultivation manuals were lost, and the three grandmasters of the Bailu Academy also died in the beast tide."

"After the beast tide, the Confucian school was severely weakened, but its cultivation techniques and secret manuals were preserved, allowing later generations to cultivate to the level of a grandmaster."

"However, 1,500 years ago, the outdated ideas advocated by Confucian sages could not be integrated into any country and were on the verge of decline."

"Therefore, a master took the lead in initiating cultural reforms, and Confucianism began to learn from the cultures of other schools, including Taoism."

"However, the cultural concepts of other schools of thought clashed with those of Confucianism during the process of integration. As a result, Confucianism split into two factions: the conservative and the reformist. The two masters of Confucianism also held different views."

"Later, Confucianism split into two schools. One of them is the present-day Qingyun Academy, which follows the Confucian sage's way of 'benevolence' and takes it as its mission to teach and educate people and spread benevolence throughout the world. Qingyun Academy was founded from this."

"The other faction, during the reform process, adopted the doctrine of 'divine right of the monarch' and made it the state religion of the powerful Dacheng Dynasty. They exclusively promoted Confucianism and enjoyed immense popularity, with even neighboring countries following suit."

"In the following five hundred years, the two factions developed in different directions. The conservative faction, led by our Qingyun Academy, was severely suppressed. As a result, most of the students studied with the aim of becoming officials in the court and adhered to the principle of 'the emperor's authority is divinely granted'."

"Later, with the destruction of the Dacheng Dynasty, the Imperial Academy established by the reform faction was also purged, and many Confucian classics were lost. Only the Qingyun Academy remained of the Confucian school."

"The two reforms severely damaged Confucianism, and various practices were lost. In addition, the lingering influence of the 'divine right of the emperor' concept from another faction meant that Confucianism never produced another master."

"As for why I came to find Brother Song, it's because the teachers at Qingyun Academy saw in Brother Song an opportunity to perfect Confucian techniques and break through to the Grandmaster level."

"Under the influence of the reform faction, scholars nowadays are generally weak and bookish, only knowing how to read books by rote, and are not proficient in the six arts of a gentleman, let alone have any talent."

"But Brother Song's 'Song of the Wanderer' resonated on the stone tablet of talent left by the Confucian sage, and the entire Qingyun Academy was filled with talent. Many teachers and students were baptized by the talent."

"Several instructors even sensed signs of breaking through to the Grandmaster level, which is why they ordered me to come to the Great Yun Dynasty, find Brother Song, and bring him back to Qingyun Academy!"

After hearing this, Qi Yu felt something was off. Could it be that there were other transmigrators besides himself?

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Chapter 103 The Player

The split of Confucianism into two factions was an inevitable trend, and the reformists were not wrong.

Those who do not change will perish!

Survival of the fittest!

But why does this sound so familiar to Qi Yu?

Could it be that the Confucian reformer was also a time traveler? And then simply copied Dong Zhongshu's ideas?