33: Chapter 33 The Saintess's Pen Strikes, Startling a Storm; Thunder Rumbles in the Scripture Pavilion
On the Cloud Platform, the fierce wind howled, billowing out Su Qianqian's white robes.
She brought her jade-like fingers together, regarding heaven and earth as paper, and inscribed characters in the air with strokes like iron and silver hooks.
“Heaven and Earth possess Vast Righteous Qi, which variously endows all forms...”
With every character she recited, the illusory paper in the void shone with an increasingly brilliant golden light.
Every word weighed as heavily as a mountain.
This was not a battle of magic, but the supreme secret art of Jixia Academy—Scripture Suppressing the Realm!
Using the Vast Righteous Qi of the Confucian Dao, she forcibly altered the fundamental laws of a domain of heaven and earth!
The earth veins, the Spiritual Qi, and even the rules were all twisted, submitting entirely to the Confucian Dao!
Rumble!
The ground surrounding the Scripture Pavilion, a thousand miles away, cracked open in response!
The 'illegal construction' Formation that Li Mo had meticulously arranged let out a death rattle before this pure, supreme power of rules.
“Junior Martial Uncle!”
Cold sweat streamed down Ye Gucheng's forehead.
“If the Saintess finishes this inscription, the very Foundation of the Scripture Pavilion will be utterly destroyed!”
Dugu Yun clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, his eyes locked onto the Cloud Platform, yet he dared not make the slightest move.
The heart-questioning mirror hung high; any act of aggression would result in the collapse of the Sect’s Luck!
“We can only... place our hopes on that kid.”
Dugu Yun squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.
“Let’s see if he can still hide!”
At the back of the crowd, Li Mo’s teeth itched with hatred.
Crazy woman!
Others perceived only magnificent righteousness, but in the eyes of him, the 'deep reader,' every single character was a deadly attack precisely aimed at the vulnerabilities in the Scripture Pavilion's Formation!
“Trying to tear down my home?”
“Your cultivation is still too shallow!”
Li Mo kept his head lowered, his left hand hidden in his sleeve moving so fast it was almost a blur, rapidly forming hand Seals.
He dared not use even a trace of Spiritual Qi, fearing detection by the heart-questioning mirror.
“System, activate [Divine Sense Hacker]! Access the Scripture Pavilion defense network!”
“[Instruction confirmed.]”
“[Penetrating the writing logic of Saintess Su Qianqian...]”
“[Warning: Logic barrier detected. The target’s literary talent Qi is too immense. Frontal decryption failure rate is 99%.]”
“[Suggestion: Activate backup plan: ‘Defamation Attack.’]”
A cold light flashed in Li Mo’s eyes.
“Defamation? Very good. Today, I will turn this perfect celestial post into worthless scrap paper!”
His Divine Sense transformed into an invisible brush, not directly confronting the golden giant characters suppressing everything.
He acted like the most insidious forger, quietly adding his own 'annotations' between the strokes of those sacred and solemn characters.
On the Cloud Platform, Su Qianqian reached the final character.
“Suppress!”
Once this character landed, the outcome would be decided.
But at that very moment, the literary talent Qi at her fingertips abruptly stalled, as if high-quality ink had been maliciously infused with glue, becoming so thick it made her nauseous.
What caused her pupils to contract even more was that the golden characters she had personally written in the void were... collapsing!
The 'Zheng' (Righteous) in 'Zheng Qi' (Righteous Qi) gained an extra horizontal stroke below it, turning into the crooked 'Wai' (Crooked).
The 'Tian' (Heaven) in 'Tian Di' (Heaven and Earth) gained an extra dot on top, transforming into the comical 'Quan' (Dog).
A magnificent masterpiece, the 'Demon Suppressing Post,' under the gaze of the multitude, was forcefully altered into an incomprehensible, error-ridden, inferior homework assignment!
“Pfft!”
A Loose Cultivator couldn't hold back and burst out laughing on the spot.
The heart-questioning mirror in the sky shook violently. The majestic phantom of the righteousness archway completely crumbled, replaced by a comical statue of a ragged Confucian Scholar picking his foot.
“Saintess Su, did you... spontaneously compose a 'Collection of Jokes'?” Zhang San seized the opportunity and shouted at the top of his lungs.
“You!” Zhao Wuji’s face flushed purple, trembling with rage.
Su Qianqian froze in place.
Her Eye of True Sight stared intently at the 'polluted' text, the veil over her face undulating violently.
But there was no anger in her eyes; instead, two blazing fires ignited—the excitement of discovering a novel 'prey'!
“Interesting...”
“Too interesting! Someone can actually pollute my spirit from afar, inserting typos under my brush?”
She suddenly turned around, her gaze like two tangible sharp swords, piercing through the crowd once more, locking firmly onto Li Mo!
This time, she completely tore off her disguise. Her terrifying Divine Sense, surpassing the Nascent Soul Stage, descended upon Li Mo like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami roaring, intending to see right through him from the inside out!
“Cousin, she saw through you!” Chu Linger grabbed his sleeve tightly in fright.
Li Mo’s heart sank.
Damn it! This woman is an absolute academic fanatic. Ordinary disguises have already aroused her interest in dissecting a living specimen!
As the terrifying Divine Sense crushed down, the 'Starry Sky Iron Book' in Li Mo’s sleeve hummed, preparing to spontaneously defend its master!
But Li Mo was waiting for this moment!
The instant Su Qianqian’s Divine Sense left her body, the rule suppression on the Scripture Pavilion by the 'Demon Suppressing Post' showed a slight loosening!
Crack—!
A deafening crash echoed from afar!
It was the chain Formation Li Mo had previously buried beneath the Scripture Pavilion, which he remotely detonated after enduring the ultimate pressure!
The moment the Formation collapsed, a remnant Sword Intent, sealed deep underground belonging to that runaway Ancestral Master, was completely activated!
This was Li Mo's hidden move!
A sword light, faded and languid yet supremely domineering, shot into the sky, instantly shredding the 'inferior homework assignment' above!
A phantom of an old man carrying a wine gourd and wearing straw sandals appeared above the Scripture Pavilion, letting out a loud belch.
“If you want to debate the Dao, debate it, but all this clamor, can’t an old man take his afternoon nap?”
“If you want to debate, bring something substantial.”
The phantom, still half-drunk, pointed at Su Qianqian with one finger, then at Zhao Wuji with the other.
“Come, whoever can withstand one strike from this old man, their 'reason' holds the most sway!”
The pressure from the Ancestor Master, even if just a residual image, instantly silenced the entire crowd.
Su Qianqian looked at the phantom, her beautiful eyes filled with astonishment.
The aura of this Sword Intent... why did it share a bizarre, inherent connection with the smell of ink on that Servant just now?
Just as everyone was stunned by the 'Ancestor Master,' Chu Linger, who had been silent, spoke with a trembling voice near Li Mo’s ear:
“Cousin...”
“Something is crawling out of the shadow of that white-robed sister...”
“It... it’s crawling towards us along the ground...”
Li Mo abruptly looked down.
At the edge of his vision, beneath Su Qianqian’s moon-white figure, a shadow as black as a venomous snake had completely detached from its body and was silently gliding along the ground!
It evaded everyone's perception, even Su Qianqian’s own perception!
That shadow had already reached the back of his heels!
Sima Changfeng!
This was the true killing trap he had left behind!