Confucianism under Heaven

Chapter 318 White Feather Fan

Chapter 318 The White Feather Fan

A piercing scream echoed through the area, and then the skull swelled in the wind, completely engulfing the space and sending chills down everyone's spines. "This is..."

Ye Ru raised his head, his gaze fixed on the enormous skull, a hint of shock in his eyes.

"The power of the demon script..."

Chen Tianjian and the demonic cultivator clashed head-on, both of them retreating violently. Then he raised his head and looked at the sky-covering skeleton, his expression shaken.

"This must be the power of the demonic script deciphered by the Demon Saint. It only has the appearance but no substance. It must be a copy. Otherwise, with just a single demonic script, none of us would have needed to run away."

Sensing the demonic aura that, while not overwhelming, was extremely eerie, Zhao Mingcheng murmured to himself.

He had experienced the power of those demonic characters back then, and it was truly terrifying.

"Demon script... It seems that besides the power of bronze script and oracle bone script, this demon script also contains a powerful force. Just how powerful is this ancient force..."

Ye Ru looked at the extremely ferocious skull, his face becoming increasingly solemn. He recalled the words of the God of Fire and the God of Water: once, extraterrestrial visitors had come here, but for some reason, they abandoned the Confucian Continent. However, when they left, they created the Demon Race, the Monster Race, the Human Race, and the Dragon Race, making the four races restrain each other. What was their purpose?

"Today, no matter how talented you are, I will behead you!"

At this moment, Zhong Yuemou looked like an evil demon god, staring at Ye Ru with a cold gaze. With a flick of his hand, the skull, accompanied by a mournful roar, slammed fiercely towards Ye Ru.

Staring at the ever-growing skull through his pupils, Ye Ru took a deep breath, his smile filled with solemnity. He then clenched his fist tightly, and three more golden runes began to emerge, colliding directly with the skull.

boom!

The two collided, and a powerful burst of talent erupted from the center of the collision, spreading outwards in powerful ripples that instantly turned the area into a scene of flying sand and stones, as if it were the end of the world.

puff!

puff!

With a muffled thud, Ye Ru and Zhong Yuemou both coughed up blood and crashed in two different directions.

"Let's retreat. Staying any longer might backfire and we'd end up losing more than we gain. It's better to leave some troops behind."

Seeing that even the power of the demonic script couldn't defeat Ye Ru, the demonic ruler's expression turned somewhat ugly, and he then spoke in a deep voice to the demonic cultivator.

"damn it!"

The demonic cultivator's face was extremely gloomy. He then glanced at Chen Tianjian and nodded, saying:

"it is good!"

"Chen Tianjian, Zhao Mingcheng, you're lucky today. We'll wait and see. If you fail to conquer the Northern Territory for too long, it will surely incur the wrath of the Demon Saint. At that time, even Su Wenmo won't be able to protect you!"

"Demon Ruler said coldly, then cleaved open a circular space with both hands, and finally stepped into it."

"Just wait."

The demonic cultivator glanced coldly at Zhao Mingcheng and the others, then looked at the half-dead Zhong Yuemou, let out a cold snort, and in a flash, his sleeve swept up the latter, before he swept away and entered the space.

Seeing that Yao Chi and the demonic cultivators were trying to escape, Chen Tianjian's eyes flashed with coldness, and he then shouted coldly:

"Stop them!"

As soon as the voice fell, Chen Tianjian unleashed his strongest power, and a four-clawed golden dragon burst forth from the Emperor's Sword, finally rushing directly into the circular space.

"Chen Tianjian, you wait! This sword strike will be repaid a hundredfold by my demon race!"

The spatial rift slowly dissipated, but the voice of the Demon Ruler still roared here, and the pain in its roar made it clear that this sword had obviously hit the opponent's vital point.

However, the next moment, two blood arrows shot out from the space and flew directly toward Chen Tianjian, but in just a moment, the latter was killed by a single sword strike.

"Ran."

Although the roar was deafening, Chen Tianjian showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he took a deep breath and said, "Please deliver."

"If the other party didn't have this ability, they could have kept two demon lords who were comparable to great Confucian scholars. It's a real pity."

Zhao Mingcheng sighed, his words carrying a hint of murderous intent.

"It's not fair to say we gained nothing. At least we gained the lives of tens of thousands of demon soldiers, which is fatal to the other side and will at least cause the demon and monster races to be separated."

Ye Ru smiled, not feeling any regret, but then he glanced at something and saw it flashing with white light.

"A white feather fan?"

Ye Ru drew in his hand, and the white feather fan was instantly gripped tightly in his grasp:

"Of course, there's this too."

When Ye Ru saw Zhong Yuemou unleash his power, at its peak it was comparable to the power of a golden script. If he were to fully restore it, it might be even more powerful.

"This white feather fan is Zhuge Liang's signature item, along with his crane cloak and silk turban. Legend has it that if you obtain all three, you might be able to open the tomb at the Wuhou Temple, which contains Zhuge Liang's lifelong mastery of martial arts."

Chen Tianjian glanced at the white feather fan, paused for a moment, then suddenly realized what he meant and said to Ye Ru.

"However, Ye Ru has made a great contribution. If it weren't for Ye Ru, I probably wouldn't have known that this place would be ambushed by the demon race. Let's leave this white feather fan to Ye Ru. What do you say, Lord Chen?"

Zhao Mingcheng nodded, but then said with a smile.

"Yes, Ye Ru has made great contributions and should rightfully receive spoils of war."

"Lord Chen, the entire area outside has been thoroughly searched. Not a single demon or monster was left behind. It was a clean and decisive operation, resulting in the complete annihilation of the entire army."

At this moment, a general from outside came to report.

"Well, let's clean up this mess first, then regroup and head back to the Northern Territory. After today, the demons have suffered such a great loss that they shouldn't dare to offend us again."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Mingcheng and the others nodded. This time, the demon race and the demon clan suffered such heavy losses, so they would definitely need to take some time to recover. Although the demon saints were powerful, they generally wouldn't show themselves, since the Academy of Saints and the National Academy of Saints would not stand idly by.

The ten kingdoms were originally in a cooperative relationship; if one of them were to fall, the other would inevitably suffer the consequences.

"Then let's go back."

Chen Tianjian waved his hand and left first, leaving only a portion of his troops to check the death toll.

With the demon and monster races retreating, the Northern Territory gradually returned to peace. Ye Ru's reputation also grew stronger in the Northern Territory. After all, no one would have expected that a mere student could cause the demon race to suffer losses time and time again.

When Chen Tianjian returned to the Northern Territory, he rewarded the three armies, and the deputy general Wang was secretly executed.

"Ye Ru, is it now just a matter of waiting for the results to be released?"

At the banquet, Chen Tianjian looked at Ye Ru and said in a deep voice.