Chapter 613 - 329: God of Slaughter Reappears (Part 3)

In an instant, the long street suddenly fell silent,

many cultivators instinctively retracted their auras, seemingly afraid of being noticed by Gu Zhan.

"Martial Emperor!"

Master Tian Teng said in a deep voice, "The rules of Tai’an City were established by the Confucian Sect and the Daoist Sect. Are your actions now meant to provoke the Daoist Sect and the Confucian Sect?"

Gu Zhan squinted his eyes slightly.

At this moment, in a manor in the West City, a middle-aged man dressed in Confucian robes was burning the midnight oil reading, when he suddenly looked up and said softly, "Hey, Tian Teng, you can’t just say things like that carelessly. I, Kong Xi, am just an ordinary disciple of the Confucian Sect and cannot represent them. In addition, the Kong Family has not established any rules in the Capital City, and Confucians have always cultivated among the Human World, naturally adhering to local rules."

After saying this, the middle-aged man chuckled lightly, then said, "Your Majesty the Martial Emperor, Confucianism emphasizes cultivating oneself, managing the family, governing the state, and bringing peace to the world, with loyalty to the monarch as the foundation. It is absolutely against harboring any thoughts of rebellion or disloyalty. I ask Your Majesty to discern wisely. As for Master Tian Teng’s talk of rule-making, this humble one truly knows nothing about it. You can ask the fellows of the two gates of Wenxian Dao!"

Following the man’s words,

at this time, in East City, a group of cultivators and Gu Zhan heard it clearly.

Master Tian Teng, who had just tried to intimidate Gu Zhan with the Confucian and Daoist Sects, looked somewhat unpleasant, as he did not expect Kong Xi of the Kong Family, the renowned Wen Sheng, to publicly yield to Gu Zhan.

In his projection, the Kong Family, after all, was one of the representatives of the current day’s Confucian Sect, a mighty force within the Cultivation Realm. Even if they didn’t wish to oppose Gu Zhan, he thought they would not willingly bow their heads, as such a submission would be akin to voluntarily offering support for Gu Zhan to rise higher.

Upon hearing the man’s words, Gu Zhan slightly raised his eyebrows.

He was very familiar with the name Kong Xi,

having heard of it ever since he traveled to this world.

Fifteen hundred years ago, as Martial Arts flourished, Wen Dao became increasingly obscure and declining. At this moment, a scholar named Kong Xi emerged from nowhere, traveling various kingdoms, spreading teachings and solving doubts, once more allowing Wen Dao to rise, creating the Three Great Academies, and was finally revered as Wen Sheng by the world.

Recently, when the Immortal Sect descended into the world, causing chaos everywhere, and with various Immortal Sects initiating slaughter to establish dominance, Jizhou remained untouched, all because a young man from the Kong Family emerged. At that time, rumors spread across the world that Wen Sheng Kong Xi of fifteen hundred years ago had appeared.

Even Gu Zhan was quite astonished at the time that an ancient figure from fifteen hundred years ago was still alive. However, after gradually understanding that the time flow in the Boundary Mini Grotto Heaven differed from outside, Gu Zhan no longer found it surprising,

Yet, being the renowned Wen Sheng, during his visit to the Capital City, Gu Zhan had planned to meet him.

Unexpectedly, they had already exchanged greetings today.

Just at this moment,

before Gu Zhan and the group of cultivators could react,

two streams of light swiftly flew over from the North City, quickly appearing on the East City Long Street. They were two Daoists in plain Daoist robes, an old one looking about seventy to eighty years old, with a slightly hunched walk, and the other one was a middle-aged man with an elegant demeanor and extraordinary bearing.

"Nanmen Changmingzi of Wenxian Dao, pays respects to Your Majesty the Martial Emperor!"

"North Gate Xuan Yangzi of Wenxian Dao, pays respects to Your Majesty the Martial Emperor!"

Both Daoists hurriedly saluted Gu Zhan. The disheveled-looking Changmingzi from Wenxian Dao said, "Your Majesty, we of Wenxian Dao usually only practice alchemy and preach the Dao. We absolutely do not dare to meddle in others’ rules and order. It’s utterly baseless to say our Daoist Sect makes the rules. We hope Your Majesty can discern wisely. We of Wenxian Dao are merely a harmless group of Daoists. We can manage alchemy and fortune-telling, but to say anything else would be a grave injustice. Your Majesty, look at us; my junior and I are so poor that we can’t even afford Daoist robes. How could we dare think of anything else, Your Majesty..."

"Indeed, indeed, Your Majesty," Xuan Yangzi echoed, "we usually have our disciples preach merely for... ahem, to earn some incense money. If we had the power to set the Human World’s rules, why would we need to worry so much..."

Gu Zhan’s mouth twitched hard, speechless,

These two old Daoists, whose cultivation had reached Middle Tier Golden Core, were shamelessly playing the pity card here,

making Gu Zhan feel his conscience was being pricked, as if he, a young man, was bullying two elderly men who were halfway into the grave!

Meanwhile,

The group of cultivators, led by Master Tian Teng, exchanged glances, and Master Tian Teng shouted angrily, "Xuan Yangzi, Changmingzi, even though both of you are masters of an era, you bow and scrape before an arrogant martial artist. If your ancestor of Wenxian Dao knew, they would be angered to death by the two of you!"

Pausing for a moment, Master Tian Teng shouted again, "That Gu Zhan is nothing but a martial artist, is he worth such fear? Ah, it’s completely shameful, mere martial artist, just kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking,

Master Tian Teng suddenly struck, throwing a golden bracelet from his wrist, which instantly expanded, overwhelming with grandeur, broad as mountain ridges, terrifying beyond imagination, filling the sky, wholly golden, engraved with ancient runes, seemingly flown from ancient times, its gleam opening and closing, possessing a spirit as if alive!