Chapter 909: Chapter 536: Confucian Gentlemen, White-Clad Ink Knight
The Emperor’s Tomb of Dali, main hall of the underground palace.
Bloodstains, severed limbs, remnants, empty sword scabbards, and golden cores in the corners…
A scene of utter chaos.
A gray pipe lay tipped over on the floor, with the grayish-white liquid of its owner, who had been shot in the head, not splattering on its surface at all.
At this moment, the opening of the bag, opened by Zhao Rong before he fell, was slowly spilling out streams of light.
Like a tipped-over cup of water, the gray “aura” flowed out, unable to suppress the entities inside any longer.
Within the watery aura, three humanoid figures swiftly and continuously emerged.
Among them, two humanoid figures boldly stepped out and stood together.
They appeared to be an old man and a woman, both seemingly wearing long Confucian robes.
At this time, although the gray aura from the gray pipe could no longer seal the contents inside, it still lingered like a shadow over the two Confucians who stepped out first, without restricting their movements.
The two figures were hazy, making it hard to see their faces clearly.
However, it was roughly visible that the woman’s figure was graceful, her hair hanging like a cascade over her shoulders as she hurriedly walked.
The elderly man was tall and thin, with a jade pendant at his waist.
There is a rule among Confucians: scholars wear jade discs, gentlemen wear jade pendants, and these cannot be overstepped.
Additionally, this tall and thin elder was holding a jade disc of a forest scholar.
It was Zhao Rong’s temporary scholar’s jade disc, which Qin Jianfu had tossed into the gray pipe.
At this moment, it shone brightly in the elder’s hand, like a fish returning to the sea, being fully activated.
The ancient script engraved on it emitted a radiant light, covering the tall, thin elder and the graceful woman beside him, appearing to form their present projections.
As for their true bodies, their location remained a mystery.
Behind the old man and woman dressed as Confucian scholars, another humanoid figure slowly emerged from the pipe.
This figure was snow-white, seemingly composed of the white sword qi of the ink knight that had been swallowed by the gray pipe.
Like the previous two, this unknown ink knight’s form was shrouded by the gray aura flowing from the pipe, which appeared to innately restrain things related to sword practitioners.
Thus, this projection composed of seventh-realm ink knight sword qi was particularly heavily enveloped by the gray aura.
Nonetheless, this mysterious pipe, now masterless, could no longer restrain these emerging “projections” in the slightest.
However, it further obscured the unknown ink knight’s figure, making it impossible to discern their gender or features, only their slender, extremely thin form with a very long belt was visible.
In the present, silent great hall, immediately after the projections of the three appeared one after another, amidst the surrounding chaos, the woman rushed out without waiting for a closer look.
“Ziyu!”
It was the soft, magnetic voice of Zhu Yourong, but at this moment, it lacked her usual gentle and harmonious tone from her lectures, sounding very urgent.
Zhu Yourong’s snowy-eyed Nascent Soul was still hurriedly making its way towards Dali, while she multitasked; this was her real body remaining at the academy. Previously, she went to seek the help of the tall and thin elder to locate Zhao Rong’s position.
What made Zhu Yourong incredibly anxious and uneasy was that previously, in a forbidden secret place at the academy, the tall and thin elder tried to communicate with the jade disc by using a certain “conduit” associated with Zhao Rong’s jade disc. Eerily, though it connected with the jade disc, its location remained elusive, as if shrouded by mist.
This indicated that the person concealing Zhao Rong’s jade disc location not only possessed bizarre methods but was also well-versed in the jade disc and related magic restraints prepared by the Confucian academy for scholars, possibly being a Confucian cultivator themselves.
This made the tall and thin elder frown slightly, but it didn’t faze him completely, even with just one guiding jade disc and a distance of thousands of miles.
Thus, under the urging of a certain Confucian-robed woman, the elder tried to use the scholar’s jade disc as an anchor point to employ several Confucian arts involving the “Dao,” attempting to descend his avatar projection across the vast distance, only to be continuously blocked by some gray pipe.
During the elder’s repeated attempts and stalemate with this obstacle, fortunately, another seventh-realm powerful being perceived across the vast expanse of time and space, using some medium to intervene and likewise attempted to break the gray aura lockdown of the pipe in cooperation with the elder through mutual awareness.
Hence, the tall and thin elder and the unknown ink knight sensed each other’s presence and formed a tacit alliance, causing the gray pipe’s aura to flare up and resist fully, leaving no room for anything else.
This was the life-and-death turn of events not long ago when Zhao Rong, blood-eyed from awakening his Heart Lake Demon Dragon and elevating one realm, was unable to break Qin Jianfu’s protective aura and was about to be exhausted; suddenly experienced this critical pivot.
It was due to the distant intervention of the two seventh-realm powerhouses, which diverted the protective gray aura of the pipe, allowing Zhao Rong those final three moments to burn his essence and unleash three lethal punches, achieving the incredible feat of shaking a golden core!
However, at this moment, the three who finally descended into the underground palace hall saw the current scene before them, yet they were unaware of these events and less inclined to ponder…
After this utterly silent scene in the hall entered their view, their first reaction was…
Where are the people?
Why is there no standing, living figure?
Did they arrive too late, and it’s already over?
Or has the mastermind already escaped?
After Zhu Yourong urgently called out “Ziyu,” she dashed towards the charred “meat mass” piled up in front of the Dragon Coffin.