"Boom!"
Zhou Ying’s eyes widened in death, and the sound of his corpse falling seemed to resonate directly in the heads of the Wang Family members, startling them to the extreme.
One of the Wang Family’s pillars, Zhou Ying from one of the Five Families of Donglai, who had once attempted to reach the Fifth Grade, this Half-Step Fifth-Grade Daoist Cultivator, was killed on the spot, his divine soul shattered by that black-and-white intertwined miraculous light.
This scene was so shocking that the Wang Family members were stunned into silence, their mouths moving but unable to produce a single sound, and the scene returned to a deathly silence.
And at that moment, the thought in the mind of the current Master of the Wang Family was unavoidable.
"Zhou Ying is dead, the Wang Family is finished... completely finished..."
Inside the Cyan Flame Grand Bell, as hundreds of Wang Family disciples were killed by the bell, a Half-Step Fifth-Grade Daoist Cultivator’s divine soul was shattered by the Life Character prototype, and the seventy-nine Vast Qi in Su Mu’s Dantian instantly became mottled.
It was like several large vats of inferior ink had suddenly been poured into a tranquil, clear lake, no longer clear but becoming extremely murky.
Su Mu’s previous judgment was correct; indeed, killing would cause the Literary Qi cultivated by the Confucian Sect to become mottled and degenerate, and excessive slaughter would cause a Confucian Cultivator’s Literary Qi Realm to continuously fall, and if the Literary Qi was completely corrupted, the path to progress would be cut off.
Because of this, many Confucian Cultivators who commit acts of slaughter would immediately close off from the world and study Confucian classics day and night to preserve their Literary Qi as much as possible.
This is not a singular phenomenon but has been so since ancient times; Confucian Cultivators in the world cannot escape this constraint; all things have their fatal weaknesses, and nothing is perfect.
The inability to easily strike or lightly commit acts of slaughter is the fatal weakness of the Confucian Sect Cultivator.
But tonight, among the Confucian Sect Cultivators, there comes an unprecedented anomaly, although at present only a hint is born.
Seemingly sensing the corruption in Su Mu’s Vast Qi, the black-and-white ’heart’ in his chest trembles and freely nourishes him from the outside in to cleanse the corruption within.
Under the baptism of black-and-white light, the seventy-nine streaks of mottled Vast Qi become clear and bright again, and after enduring the corruption, they even vaguely surpass their previous purity.
Only, even so, this does not come without a price; after cleansing the corruption, the black light rises by three parts within the black-and-white light, as if it was not cleansing the filth, but the black light was absorbing the filth, causing the black light to seem to suppress the white light.
"Using the heart as a Life Character... truly peculiar, and presently it does not possess offensive capabilities."
The silhouette in the Jade Pendant, with deep-set eyes, sees clearly the ’heart’ character with only a point lit through the black-and-white light invisible to ordinary people, muttering to himself before slipping back into slumber.
"Unable to write, reached the limit..."
Above the small town, Su Mu sees the crescent moon and three stars in the sky, using the Vast Qi within him as ink to wield the brush, but in the end, only manages to fall the first stroke, accomplishing just that point before running out of strength to write.
His Vast Qi exhausted, his divine thoughts fell from the vast sky, returning to himself in the small town.
Thus, in the pile of corpses in the Wang Family, Su Mu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes distinctly divided into black and white, left eye white, right eye black, the luster disappearing as he slowly stood up.
The Wang Family members were astonished to find a blend of Demon Fiend aura and righteous aura around Su Mu, finally transforming into an exceptionally pure Vast Righteous Qi.
This scene was so shocking that the current Master of the Wang Family, Wang Qi, could not believe his eyes, angrily shouting.
"Vast Qi, are you a disciple of the Confucian Sect?!"
"This, this is impossible... being a disciple of the Confucian Sect, and having killed over a hundred Wang Family disciples, committed such monstrous slaughter, yet still able to maintain a clear Literary Qi!"
His words broke the deathly silence, leaving the few remaining Wang Family members to look at each other in shock, soon filled with disbelief and horror, for their Wang Family also had disciples who practiced Confucian Skills, knowing the taboos of Confucian disciples, including the prohibition against easy slaughter.
Yet before them is a Confucian disciple who killed over a hundred Wang Family disciples overnight, yet able to maintain clear Literary Qi, which surely meant the Wang Family disciples died for nothing, igniting extreme indignation among the Wang Family members.
"Damn it, this must be a Blinding Technique, at this moment his Literary Qi must have been corrupted, even fallen."
"Right, it must be a Blinding Technique, this guy wants to cover up the fall of his Literary Qi, let’s gang up and kill him!"
With these words, the Wang Family members’ eyes burst with savage and sharp glints, as if clinging to the last straw, stepping forward frantically.
A step, two steps, three steps forward, a Sixth-Grade Martial Artist of the Wang Family suddenly roared fiercely to gather courage, intending to ignite his Qi Blood and launch a sudden assault.
Except, in just the next moment.
Su Mu’s figure suddenly moved, slightly shimmering in place before appearing behind the Wang Family member, simply raising his fist.
Yet at that very instant, an extremely fierce and overbearing Invisible Power burst from Su Mu’s fist, seemingly merging the surrounding world into one punch.
Su Mu swung down his fist.
"Fourth brother, watch out behind you!"
Before the words could fall, regardless of how the Wang Family’s Fourth Elder drove his Qi Blood and Power, there was only a ’puff’ sound as his Qi Blood and Power were instantly crushed under this invisible, domineering force.
Soon after, a head exploded like a watermelon, flesh mixed with brain matter splattering in all directions.
"Who said I am a disciple of the Confucian Sect?"
Su Mu spoke calmly, the black light surging in his chest, a flash of black passing through his right eye.