......
The collision of righteous aura hit like a river eting a tsunami.
They were not even on the sa level.
Previously, Shu Mochou ignored Yang Sui because there was no need to engage, and she wasn't soone who enjoyed fighting.
A scholar, after all.
A gentleman argues with words, not fists.
But Yang Sui kept pushing his luck again and again.
Shu Mochou finally couldn't hold back.
Those who commit wrongdoing must bear the consequences. You can cling to hope, but when consequences arrive, you must confront them squarely, because that is the price to be paid!
If Yang Sui hadn't caused trouble, she could have let Pan Fusheng eat and drink his fill before leaving.
But because of Yang Sui’s arrival, Pan Fusheng’s ti of death was accelerated.
She couldn't bla Lu Ding, because Lu Ding had already been very courteous — that was human kindness beyond legal duty.
So the one truly at fault was Yang Sui!!!
"Press!" "Bind!" "Imprison!"
"Confucian Way, three thousand, sever Heaven and Earth!"
The head instructor snapped, and her power was no joke.
Words beca law.
A vast might descended like Mount Tai, pinning Yang Sui so he couldn't move. The righteous aura solidified into golden chains that danced through the air, wrapping him up like a zongzi bundle!
As Yang Sui struggled,
hundreds of golden, wrist-thick pillars manifested from righteous aura, driving down and pinning into the sliding gaps of his twisting body, forming a cage.
Finally, with "sever Heaven and Earth" unleashed,
the scholar-boat carrying his Innate Character shattered into pieces on the spot.
The connection to Heaven and Earth was cut;
his spiritual energy circulation stopped.
Shu Mochou leapt over, swung her arm, and slapped Yang Sui square across the face.
Smack!!!!!!
His neck cracked in a grotesque angle, several of his bloodstained big teeth flew out.
This final move didn't deal heavy injury, but it was utterly humiliating.
A face is a person's storefront.
Normally, Shu Mochou would not hit soone in the face.
But Yang Sui had been shaless today.
It was nearly impossible not to strike.
This was a completely one-sided, crushing fight, and Lu Ding watched, nodding repeatedly.
Truly befitting a Confucian Cultivator.
Their combat capability was indeed formidable.
No exaggeration.
If Lu Ding himself had intervened, it would have been impossible to make a famous Fifth-Restriction cultivator look like a beaten chick like this — not unless Stone Dang led the charge as a shield and Blood Frost swung in a reckless assault.
High above the sky,
Yang Sui, stripped of the power to resist, twisted his broken neck with difficulty. Although his cultivation level here ant a broken neck wouldn't kill him instantly,
his spiritual energy had been cut, his flesh constrained, and his righteous aura sealed.
He couldn't recover from his injuries.
His body had been straightened, but his head still cocked to the side. When he glared at Shu Mochou, his eyes full of resentnt and his mouth still filthy, he spat out,
"Shu Mochou!!!!!!"
"What the hell are you doing as a Confucian Cultivator, turning your elbows outward to help the 749 people deal with !!"
He knew he couldn't beat Shu Mochou.
He just hadn't expected her to actually hit him;
previously, no matter how much he provoked her, she would ignore him.
In ti, Yang Sui developed a habit.
Give too much face, and even a dog will jump onto the table.
But Shu Mochou didn't stoop to his level or trade insults.
She simply looked at him and said, "We were never on the sa side, so there's no turning elbows outward."
"You..."
"Silence!"
As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, Shu Mochou pointed and directly sealed Yang Sui's ability to speak.
"The rest of your words, save them for Grand Duke Lu."
With one grab and one lift, like picking up a chick, she hauled Yang Sui to Lu Ding's feet.
She dropped him on the ground, the motion almost gentle.
Shu Mochou bowed again. "Thank you for today, Grand Duke Lu. If Grand Duke Lu needs anything of in the future, you can send soone to notify the academy. Within reason and within law, Mochou will co."
Lu Ding produced his phone. "No need for such formality, let's exchange contact info."
They were all people who moved in the sa world;
you never knew who you'd need.
Besides, Shu Mochou held herself with style and courtesy.
Lu Ding naturally didn't mind future contact.
And Shushan District, in the new city, was a prosperous area, a good place — far better than White Ridge or Path of Dry Bones.
Nas alone told you that.
Path of Dry Bones — what a smoky, filthy place.
After handling things here, Lu Ding planned to push further in.
If there were people inside, wouldn't he find it convenient?
When Shu Mochou heard him ntion contact info, she looked a bit embarrassed but gave no outward sign.
"Then Grand Duke Lu, please leave a number. I left in a hurry and didn't bring a phone. When I return, I'll ssage you."
"ssage..." Lu Ding detected that this teacher might not have a phone, or might be using a very basic one.
But that fit her persona — frugal, upright — even a little money had to be spent on worthwhile things.
When others reached high cultivation they stopped eating for convenience;
Shu Mochou reached high cultivation to save money.
Lu Ding gave his number.
Shu Mochou jotted it down. "Grand Duke Lu, farewell. The speech-seal on Yang Sui will dissipate on its own in one hour."
Her manners had been impeccable from start to finish.
Lu Ding returned the bow and watched her depart, carrying Pan Fusheng’s severed corpse.
Killed by the Way of the Jinche, he had no worry about resurrection.
Lu Ding’s gaze fell on the speechless Yang Sui.
A breeze swept across, carrying a chill that prickled his skin into goosebumps.
Darkness rolled in from the horizon, its borders slowly swallowing the light.
It spread until it engulfed Lu Ding, then gradually crept over Yang Sui’s body.
Yang Sui looked up slowly.
At that mont,
he saw the crimson in Lu Ding's eyes and the cruel smile ford by the gathering black clouds on the horizon.
The edges were rough, clumsily fashioned, but the atmosphere was terrifying.
Panic set in. He whimpered, wanting to plead, to say, What do you intend to do?!
I am a teacher at Xuehai Academy!!!
But his mouth was sealed.
Lu Ding, however, understood his intent.
Xuehai Academy?
Tell the Great Han 749, then.
Rember, not the new city 749, but the Great Han 749.
"Chief Qian."
Lu Ding called out.
Qian Jin hurried forward a few steps. "Grand Guardian, at your command."
"What's the situation at Path of Dry Bones?"
"There's nothing major yet, but various forces in Path of Dry Bones are making small moves, and demons have begun to surface. Our brothers are watching closely."
In other words, no imdiate need for Lu Ding himself.
Fine.
"Find a place. I want to properly entertain this strongman who likes to speak in hard terms."
To beat soone on a rainy day when you're idle — why not make use of it?
Besides, the higher-value demons hadn't caused trouble yet.
The interval was perfect for Lu Ding to check his reward gains and tidy up this fellow who dared to rob a 'court of law'.
After Qian Jin acknowledged, he tapped the bodycam. "Ah, it's out of battery."
Boom!!!!!
A thunderbolt exploded through Yang Sui's mind, as if the sky... had collapsed.
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