parentshiftbook Chapter 95 The True Colors Are Revealed
Chapter 95 The True Colors Are Revealed
Chapter 95 The True Colors Are Revealed
The seventh day, early morning.
Sunlight streamed into the main hall.
The "Ice and Fire Dual-Pole Talisman" lay quietly in the tray.
It's not perfect; the edges are even a bit charred.
But the slowly flowing red and blue halo was real.
Liu Wenyuan stretched out two slender fingers and gently picked up the talisman.
Infuse a trace of spiritual energy.
call--
The indoor temperature plummeted, followed by another heat wave.
Hot and cold alternate, in a continuous cycle.
Once, twice, three times — five times.
After the fifth cycle ended, the talisman turned to ashes with a "poof".
The audience was silent.
Only five breaths.
But anyone in the room who knew a little about the industry knew what this meant.
This means that the two juniors in the Qi Refining stage have touched the threshold of "Dao".
After a moment of silence, Liu Wenyuan finally revealed undisguised admiration in his eyes.
"Although it appears immature, its structure is fragile."
"But this line of thinking is—unconventional."
"Especially the use of this neutralizing medium, and that final stroke with its twist, it's brilliant."
He set down the ashes and looked at the two of them: "This talisman is acceptable."
"This bottle of Spirit Tempering Pills is yours."
Two exquisite jade bottles flew out and landed steadily in Gu Shenyan and Han Sushuang's hands.
The surrounding disciples looked on with envy.
Spirit Tempering Pill! That's a treasure that can purify impurities in spiritual roots!
Song Qingyuan stood at the back of the crowd, his face so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.
Just then.
Suddenly a commotion arose outside the door.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
"The Bureau of Mysterious Affairs is investigating!"
A group of guards clad in black armor strode in.
The man in the lead was none other than Jia Shouren's father, Manager Jia.
His face was now radiating righteousness. Pointing at a gray-clad man being escorted by two guards, he shouted loudly, "I hereby report to Master Liu! I hereby report to Steward Cao!"
"This person is acting suspiciously, buying up so-called 'flawed talismans' drawn by my son's fellow disciples at exorbitant prices throughout the city!"
"His intentions are despicable!"
Liu Wenyuan frowned, and a sudden surge of pressure emanated from his body.
"What happened?"
Manager Jia quickly bowed: "This man has been apprehended by my shop assistants, caught red-handed!"
"These talismans in his hand were drawn by Young Master Gu Shenyan!"
The man in gray was terrified and knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly: "Immortal Master, spare my life! Immortal Master, spare my life!"
"I'm just doing my job for money!"
Liu Wenyuan's gaze sharpened: "Who told you to do this?"
The man in gray trembled, his eyes unconsciously drifting towards the back of the crowd.
There, Song Qingyuan was quietly retreating towards the door.
"It's...it's Young Master Song!"
The man in gray shrieked, "Young Master Song Qingyuan gave me five hundred spirit stones to collect Gu Shenyan's discarded talismans!"
"They said they'd demonstrate it publicly at next month's tasting event, accusing him of shoddy workmanship and tarnishing the reputation of their school!"
Wow!
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
All eyes were on Song Qingyuan.
"You're spouting nonsense!"
Song Qingyuan's face turned deathly pale, and he shouted angrily, "I don't know you at all! This is a frame-up!"
"Whether it's a frame-up or not, it's obvious at a glance."
Gu Shenyan slowly walked out, holding a talisman in his hand.
That was the "evidence" that was taken from the man in gray's arms.
"Senior Brother Liu, this talisman was indeed drawn by me."
"But I left a small mark inside."
Gu Shenyan activated his spiritual power.
The seemingly abandoned talisman suddenly emitted a faint light.
The glimmer of light twisted in the air, transforming into a faint cyan aura.
The aura drifted and floated directly towards Song Qingyuan, lingering around his fingertips.
"This is----"
Liu Wenyuan's pupils contracted.
"Spirit Summoning Technique"
Gu Shenyan said calmly, "This talisman paper is tainted with the aura of the person who handled it."
"Besides the man in gray, the one with the strongest aura was the last person to open and inspect the goods."
"Senior Brother Song, are you still going to deny it?"
The proof is like a mountain!
Song Qingyuan's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
It’s over.
It's all over.
Liu Wenyuan's face turned extremely cold.
In his life, what he hated most were these treacherous people who pulled dirty tricks behind people's backs.
"Harming fellow disciples and tarnishing the reputation of one's master."
Every word felt like a heavy hammer blow to Song Qingyuan's heart.
"According to the rules, his cultivation should be abolished and he should be expelled from the sect!"
Liu Wenyuan raised his hand, and lightning crackled in his palm.
"Wait a minute, senior brother!"
Cao Wenjing quickly stepped forward and whispered something in Liu Wenyuan's ear.
You can vaguely hear words like "Song Yibi" and "old feelings".
Liu Wenyuan's hand froze in mid-air, his expression shifting several times.
Finally, he let out a long sigh and the lightning dissipated.
"He may be spared the death penalty, but he cannot escape punishment."
"Pass on my order."
"Song Qingyuan, from this moment forth, you are confined to the Repentance Cliff on the back mountain and are not to leave without my permission."
"Strip them of all resource quotas for the next year."
"He's to be punished by copying the 'Guidelines' one hundred times!"
Song Qingyuan felt as if he had been granted a pardon, collapsed to the ground, and gasped for breath.
But when he looked up, his eyes were filled with deep-seated resentment and malice as he looked at Gu Shenyan.
That was the look of a venomous snake.
The turmoil subsided.
The crowd dispersed.
Liu Wenyuan called Gu Shenyan aside.
"You did a good job."
Liu Wenyuan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant cloud-covered mountains.
"Use the momentum to your advantage; be both courageous and resourceful."
"He does indeed have a talent for talismanic arts."
"Thank you for protecting me, Senior Brother." Gu Shenyan bowed.
"I wasn't protecting you, I was just upholding the rules."
Liu Wenyuan turned around and gave him a deep look.
"But you must remember."
"The reason we were able to win today is because our opponents were too stupid."
"It's also because you borrowed the power of Xuanzhengsi and the Han family."
"On the path of cultivation, the real open and hidden attacks are not so simple."
"The Song family—they won't fall so easily."
"Take care of yourself."
After saying this, Liu Wenyuan transformed into a streak of light, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the horizon.
Gu Shenyan stood still, clenching his fists.
He knew this was just the beginning.
Night fell, and the moon and stars were few.
Gu Shenyan was about to rest when he suddenly noticed a note on the table.
The paper strip was yellowed, as if it had been torn casually from some book.
There was only one line of text above, the handwriting was messy but it conveyed a sense of freedom:
[At 3:45 PM, under the old locust tree on the back hill.]
There was no signature.
But Gu Shenyan knew who it was.
He put on his coat and quietly left the house.
Under the old locust tree on the back hill.
That familiar, down-on-his-luck figure stood with his hands behind his back under the moonlight.
Hearing footsteps, Chen An slowly turned around.
This time, his eyes no longer held the murky and languid look of the past.
Instead, there was a clarity as deep as the starry sky.
"They're here."
His voice was no longer hoarse, but carried a sense of world-weariness.
"Senior Brother Chen."
Gu Shenyan cupped his hands in greeting.
"Song Qingyuan is not a concern."
Chen An got straight to the point, his tone as calm as if he were talking about an ant.
"But his father, 'Song Yibi,' had a wide circle of friends back then, including people from all walks of life."
"Today's humiliation may not be the end."
He looked at Gu Shenyan, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
"Gu Shenyan."
"Would you like to hear it—"
Why is this good-for-nothing, who hasn't even been here for three years, still lingering here?
"And why should I specifically remind you?"