Chapter 541: Bullying the Young with Age
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The courtyard wall silently collapsed, and the old Daoist nun stepped through the gap.
With her footsteps, an immensely powerful aura, like an endless ocean, instantly enveloped the entire National Academy.
The students in the dormitories were still asleep, and the National Academy cavalry in the side courtyard hadn't noticed either.
Chen Changsheng and the others in the small building sensed it immediately, because the old Daoist nun wanted them to wake up and remember what was about to happen.
They opened their eyes and felt that cold, desolate aura, as if falling into an icy cellar, their drowsiness vanishing completely.
The windows of the small building were pushed open one by one, revealing those young faces.
They saw the old Daoist nun on the other side of the lake.
The moment they saw her, the desolate aura turned into the taste of death and boundless fear.
—That old Daoist nun was too powerful, so powerful that it was hard for them to muster even the will to resist.
Looking at her, Tang Thirty-Six remembered how when his grandfather once lost his temper, the entire city of Wenshui trembled three times. Zheshe recalled being driven out of his tribe as a child and once glimpsing from afar that enormous inverted mountain boar, along with the small yet terrifying figure seated atop its head.
Su Moyu's face turned deathly pale, because he knew who the old Daoist nun was.
At that moment, Chen Changsheng naturally thought of the storm in Xunyang City and realized with shock that this old Daoist nun was actually a powerhouse of such a level.
Logically, given Chen Changsheng's current status and position, no one in the capital would dare to lay a hand on him. But now he had no such confidence, because the old Daoist nun was no ordinary person—even the Pope would have to show her some respect, and at this moment, she exuded an extreme sense of annihilation.
The "annihilation" of a thousand birds vanishing from the mountains, the "extinction" of all paths with no trace of man.
She regarded all living beings as mere livestock—who wouldn't she dare to kill?
Just then, Su Moyu's voice rang out. He stared at the old Daoist nun in shock and asked, "Aunt-in-law, what do you want to do?"
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng and the others finally confirmed their suspicions and knew who had arrived.
Tang Thirty-Six's expression remained unchanged, but the knuckles of his fingers resting on the windowsill turned white.
Zheshe's expression didn't change either, but his right hand slowly released his crutch and gripped his sword hilt.
She had finally come—that peerless powerhouse known for doting on her only son, protecting her own, being irritable, bloodthirsty, and unpredictable.
Endless Azure, the only woman among the Eight Directions Winds.
Her husband was Bieyang Hong, also one of the Eight Directions Winds.
They had an only son named Bie Tianxin.
One could imagine how the son of two Winds grew up.
Bie Tianxin had always had smooth sailing, until dozens of days ago, when he met Chen Changsheng and Tang Thirty-Six at the gate of the National Academy.
Back then, Su Moyu had warned them about the trouble the National Academy might face.
But Chen Changsheng had thought that the National Academy hadn't done anything excessive to Bie Tianxin, and with Endless Azure's seniority and status, why would she bother to come after them?
Only now, seeing the old Daoist nun across the lake, did he realize that not all experts were detached from the world, and not all had transcendent mindsets.
"Senior... entering the National Academy at night, may I ask what guidance you offer?"
He looked at the old Daoist nun and spoke steadily.
He was the dean of the National Academy, the Pope's designated successor—in terms of status alone, he was not beneath her, so he spoke calmly.
The old Daoist nun looked at him indifferently and said, "Are you Chen Changsheng?"
Since leaving Xining and arriving in the capital, Chen Changsheng had heard this question countless times.
Sometimes it was annoying, like when he met the stele attendant at the Heavenly Book Mausoleum; sometimes it was an honor, like when he met Zhu Luo outside Hanqiu City.
The old Daoist nun asking now had a status on the continent similar to Zhu Luo's, but he knew this was definitely not an honor—it was danger.
The old Daoist nun's expression was indifferent, life and death already severed, and she said, "Later, I will kill this person."
As she spoke, she looked at Chen Changsheng and pointed at Xuan Yuan Po's back.
Xuan Yuan Po's body trembled slightly. Under the terrifying pressure, he couldn't turn around or leave.
"I will also do some things that you will see."
The old Daoist nun didn't even glance at Xuan Yuan Po or the rubble before her.
In her eyes, Xuan Yuan Po was already a dead man.
Tonight, she had already arranged everything for these young people in the National Academy, deciding their fates.
A military divine general of the Great Zhou admired Zheshe, so that wolf cub would only be severely injured, losing a hand or a leg.
She wouldn't kill Chen Changsheng or Tang Thirty-Six, because even someone as powerful as her didn't want to offend the National Church or the Tang clan of Wenshui.
But that didn't mean she would let them off.
She would cripple Zheshe before their eyes, then slowly kill that young demon.
She wanted them to watch their friends bleed out on the spot, powerless to turn things around.
She wanted them to understand what true helplessness and true despair meant.
She believed that afterward, living might be more painful than dying.
That was good—she had come to teach them a lesson, so she would leave them an unforgettable, deep memory.
As for whether the young people of the National Academy would resist... she had never considered that question. They said these young people were true geniuses, but so what? Forget the Azure Cloud List or the Golden Touch List—if it were Wang Po or Xiao Zhang, those juniors might catch her eye, but what were these young people?
Yes, if it were other young people, upon feeling such terrifying power, especially after guessing the old Daoist nun's identity, they might give up resistance. They couldn't possibly be opponents—if they were fledgling eagles, she was the freezing high sky; if they were young tigers, she was the bottomless abyss.
But they weren't other young people—they were the young people of the National Academy.
In Xunyang City, Chen Changsheng dared to draw his sword against Zhu Luo. On the snowy plains, Zheshe dared to bare his fangs at the demons. At age three, Tang Tang dared to pee on Old Madam Tang's face. When he first entered the capital, Xuan Yuan Po dared to fight Tianhai Ya'er.
Since they couldn't win anyway, why not fight? That wasn't their logic. In their view, since they couldn't win no matter what, of course they had to fight first. Can't win? So what? If they were going to die, they'd fight tooth and nail to live.
The young people began to prepare for battle, each with their own methods.
The crutch lay in the shadow on the ground. Zheshe stood in the shadow of the windowsill, his face full of shadows, hiding his blood-red eyes, hard wolf fur, and sharp wolf claws, silently watching the old Daoist nun, his right hand gripping the half-broken Demon General Banner Sword, calm and indifferent to a chilling degree.
Tang Thirty-Six pressed his palms slightly, and the windowsill shattered. Several strange sounds rang out as several fireworks shot into the snowy night sky. He had set up mechanisms in the National Academy all along. This was his way of fighting—facing such a terrifying enemy, of course he had to send warning signals immediately. The nearest place was the imperial palace; Xue Xingchuan should arrive quickly. As for the experts sent by the Tang clan of Wenshui to secretly protect him, they would appear first. Of course, even if the Second Divine General Xue Xingchuan and the Tang clan's guardians combined, they wouldn't be a match for this old Daoist nun, but he didn't believe she would really dare to kill them in plain sight.
Su Moyu's face was pale. He looked at the old Daoist nun and said with a trembling voice, "Aunt-in-law, do you really want our two families to become enemies?"
Chen Changsheng looked at the old Daoist nun, not preparing to use the Ten Thousand Swords in his sheath or those Heavenly Book Stele, but gripping a letter. He knew that no matter how desperately they fought, they couldn't match even a finger of the old Daoist nun; he could only hope that Su Li's letter might work.
Several faint sounds of annihilation came. The warning fireworks flying into the night sky vanished before they could even emit light.
Tang Thirty-Six's expression turned grim. This was the first time he had encountered a powerhouse of this level, and only now did he realize that his familiar calculations and strategies about battle and human nature meant nothing before such people. They had transcended the mundane—how could they be trapped by worldly wisdom?
Chen Changsheng tightened his grip on the letter, his heart sinking.
Just then, Xuan Yuan Po, who seemed forgotten and was already a dead man in the old Daoist nun's eyes, suddenly moved.
He turned around with extreme difficulty and slowness in the rubble, then slowly raised his iron sword.
He was closest to the courtyard wall, closest to the old Daoist nun, and felt the aura of annihilation most clearly, bearing the greatest pressure.
When Chen Changsheng, Zheshe, and the others prepared for battle, he was still struggling against that pressure.
Finally, he turned around and raised his sword.
To face such a terrifying powerhouse as the old Daoist nun, to overcome the natural fear of death, Xuan Yuan Po used all his courage.
Just this simple action exhausted all his strength and spirit.
Facing the old Daoist nun, his body trembled uncontrollably, like someone just recovering from a serious illness. The iron sword in his hand did the same, looking as if it might fall at any moment.
He had already shown enough bravery, but how could he fight like this? How could he swing his sword?
The old Daoist nun looked at Xuan Yuan Po for the first time.
Her eyes revealed endless mockery and contempt.
Logically, peerless experts of the Eight Directions Winds' level wouldn't humiliate young juniors like this.
But today, she had come to humiliate the National Academy.
Xuan Yuan Po was a bear clan youth, valuing courage and honor above all, and couldn't bear humiliation.
His face flushed red, a resolute look appearing between his still-young brows. With a great roar, he gripped his iron sword with both hands and slashed at the old Daoist nun!
From the small building came several sharp sounds of wind. Zheshe, like a gray shadow, instantly crossed the frozen winter lake and arrived here.
Chen Changsheng's figure blurred. Using the Yeshi Step, he brought specks of snow from the winter grove and rushed behind Xuan Yuan Po. His hands tightened, ready to tear open the envelope.
Su Moyu showed a determined expression, reaching into his bosom.
Tang Thirty-Six was last, but his voice came first.
"Endless Azure, I f*** your mother!"
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