King Kong Zhi had never felt for a moment that he was so close to death. Ever since Wei Changli took over as the master of the palace, Wenfu always showed weakness in every fight with anyone. Gradually, everyone had forgotten what was happening in front of them.
Wei Changli used to be so terrifying.
As soon as the slightest sign of the Buddhist Dharma of Vajra Wisdom appeared, it was immediately snuffed out by Wei Changli.
"You're already here and you still want to resist?" Wei Changli sneered.
"Master Vajra Zhi is my guest in Xihe, Wei Changli, you'd better not embarrass him."
Those who have the ability to stop him sit on the sidelines and even want to add fuel to the fire, such as Guan Jizhai and Lei Huaji.
The upper three prefectures are closely connected, and the middle three prefectures are also closely connected. They have a pretty good personal relationship with Wei Changli. If they were to do other things, they would naturally support Wei Changli.
But now it is no longer a battle of personal sentiments. They stand on the standpoint of their respective schools. The more violent the conflict between the Confucian and Wen Schools, the better. It is best to start a complete war and both sides will lose.
But Ji Li could not do this. The three families of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism had a harmonious relationship. If King Kongzhi was killed under his own eyes, he would not be able to explain it to Xumi Mansion.
Everyone thought that to rescue King Kong Zhi from Wei Changli, even Ji Li would need to go to war, but they didn't expect that Wei Changli directly threw the King Kong Zhi aside.
"I didn't kill you, not because of Ji Li, but because that boy told me that one day he would personally kill you to avenge my senior brother today.
Our children in Wenfu have such ambitions, so of course I want to be beautiful as an adult.
Therefore, Vajra Wisdom, you must not die before he takes your life."
King Kong Zhi, as a senior monk in Xumi Mansion, had his life treated as a joke. He had never been insulted like this before. He was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Ji Fuzi"
When Wei Changli looked at Ji Li, there was a kind smile on his expression, and his attitude changed quickly.
"I haven't seen you for a long time, Duke Changli. Today I show my ferociousness, but I still have the same style as before." Ji Li also replied.
"Stop talking nonsense and talk about business."
"That's good. Jiang Yan is from the Tian'an Mansion and is a descendant of the Unforgivable Sins. Did you know that?"
“I didn’t know it at first, but I found out later”
"I want to keep him in the Confucian Mansion" Ji Li's tone was filled with majesty that could not be refused.
"If you say you want to stay, you'll stay. I'm going to be embarrassed, right?"
Wei Changli showed an attitude that he was ready to negotiate terms and reconcile, which made Jiang Yan feel shocked.
"Tell me your conditions"
"You also know that Lu Daoxuan is my senior brother. Now that you people from Confucianism have injured my senior brother, do you think I should seek justice?"
Wei Changli looked at Tan Qianqiu with a smile, and everyone couldn't help but secretly said that Wei Changli was an old fox.
Tan Qianqiu is one of the Doctors of the Five Classics and an absolute core figure in the Confucian government. Wei Changli revealed in his words that if he wants to calm down the storm, Tan Qianqiu will have to pay a price.
If Ji Li agrees, the Tan family can be considered a big family in Xihe, and there will definitely be a split within the family. If he doesn't agree, the situation in front of him will not be able to end, which puts Ji Li into a dilemma.
"I can't agree to this condition."
Ji Li also noticed Wei Changli's distaste for sowing discord and decisively refused. If the Confucian government wanted to continue to be strong, there could be no internal chaos.
"I didn't ask you to agree. I just informed you that this person should pay the price."
Ji Li frowned slightly and turned his head to a deserted corner, but Wei Changli's energy locked onto him vaguely.
"It's not appropriate to be distracted right now."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sickle was cut out from the uninhabited space. Tan Qianqiu, as a strong man of Qianyuan Mirror, enjoys a high reputation in Xuan Kingdom, but no one can believe that someone can actually cut off his arm with one sword!
Tan Qianqiu wailed, and his arms fell down. A masked man in black was carrying a sickle as if he had done an insignificant thing.
Except for a few people, no one noticed how he appeared.
But after he appeared, Lei Huaji seemed particularly excited.
"I have been looking for you for so many years, but I didn't expect you to be hiding in Qingdu. This time I will take you back at any cost, you evil beast!"
"Look what you did. I just asked you to give him a warning. How did you cut off his arm?"
Wei Changli said reproachfully to the man carrying the sickle on his shoulder.
"Why don't you send it back quickly?"
"No need"
Even though Tan Qianqiu was full of resentment, he didn't dare to take it out at this moment.
"Wei Changli..."
Ji Li was finally angry, but Tan Qianqiu also knew the dilemma, so he spoke hurriedly regardless of his injury.
"Master Wei, this arm should be regarded as an apology. Now it's time for you to keep Jiang Yan."
"Teaching you a lesson is just my first condition. I didn't seem to say that I only have one condition..."
With a cunning smile, Wei Changli was able to win the battle of wits and courage with the Confucian scholar, which gave him a great sense of accomplishment.
"The second condition is the Emperor's Bell. You are a Confucian scholar and you keep your word. Since you said that the Emperor's Bell will be awarded to the top one in the eight mansions, you can't break your promise."
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Jiang Yan and Yan Youqin have crushing strength among the younger generation. If they continue to fight, Jiang Yan will naturally be the number one in the Eight Prefectures.
"Master Wei, you don't seem to be sincere about peace talks," Huang Xinqi said.
"You have seen this. Now some people in Qingdu call me a prodigal son, and some call me Wei Ruanruan. If I take a step back, I'm afraid someone will poke me in the back."
What's more, "These children are the most important students in my literary school! Lu Daoxuan is my closest senior brother! Do something to them? Have you ever thought that I would be very angry?"
Wei Changli's tone was initially quite calm, but the more he spoke, the more angry he became, and he seemed to be on the verge of going berserk.
As the most powerful man in the Yuling Continent, Wei Changli changed the color of the world in anger.
Facing the furious Wei Changli, Ji Li took a step forward. Before the two of them actually took action, the fierce confrontation had already made the whole Xihe begin to tremble.
The pure and untainted sky was split into two halves with Wei Changli and Ji Li as the center, one half as dark as ink and the other half green.
The ink-like sky was covered with dark clouds, among which dragons and phoenixes emerged and walked through it.
The other half was shrouded in black and blue for thousands of miles, and the scripture chains formed by Sanji Dao made everyone feel a strong oppression, which was many times stronger than Yan Youqin.
The two sides refused to give in to each other, and their conflicting momentum set off strong winds and huge waves in Xihe. Even the strong man of Qianyuan Jing could only stand firm in the middle of the two.
Jiang Yan was only in the Xuanling realm, and he felt that he was like a lonely boat in the wild waves, a duckweed in the heavy rain, and was in danger of capsizing at any time.
He had never imagined that an enlightened person could be so powerful that he could eclipse the sky and the earth. At this moment, Wei Changli's thin figure was as tall as the sky and insurmountable.