Chapter 500: Showy Confucian Magic! The Ultimate Mouth-Warrior! You Don’t Look Like a Good Person.
At this time, he was preparing to leave. His aura blended seamlessly with the surrounding world, giving off no sense of incongruity. Even if someone were standing right next to him, they probably wouldn’t be able to see him.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, as a small, delicately sculpted little girl was staring at him coldly. There was a maturity in her eyes that did not fit her age.
“Who are you?”
The old Confucian scholar looked at the girl, who could be no more than seven or eight, and felt a surge of caution. He had already cast four or five spells on himself, ready to flee at any moment.
“Heh, you’re a lackey. You’re not worthy of knowing my background,” the little girl snapped directly.
“Fine, then. Let’s each go our separate ways[1]!”
The old Confucian scholar acted without hesitation, his body flickering with magical light, and he surged into the air on the wind, moving at incredible speed.
Suddenly, he felt the surrounding spiritual energy of the world compressing in violently, making it nearly impossible to breathe. His bones cracked audibly, as if they were about to shatter at any moment. His entire body was forcibly knocked down from his wind-riding state.
“Confucius says, ‘The Master does not speak of strange things, violent acts, disorder, or spirits.[2]!'” the old scholar said in a deep voice.
All the negative effects on his body vanished, and he looked at the delicately sculpted little girl before him with lingering fear.
“Originally, I wasn’t interested in you, but your actions have gone too far. Today, you must die,” the little girl said calmly.
The old scholar didn’t waste any words. He directly pulled a talisman scroll from his chest, on which an ancient seal script character for “sword“ was written.