Slashing Enemies with a Single Breath (Please Collect)

Lufan knew that Chen Beixun would cause trouble.

However, he did not expect Chen Beixun to use such... foolish means.

It made him feel a bit bored.

Taking Drunken Dust Pavilion as the catalyst, the promiscuous nature of the Confucian scholars stirred up the anger of the masses. They pointed fingers at Lufan, attempting to disturb his mind and attack his emotions.

If it were the old Lufan, who suffered from leg injuries and had an unstable mentality, he might really have been tricked and provoked by Chen Beixun, causing his anger and spirit to build up.

Unfortunately, the current Lufan is no longer the same as before.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Lufan slowly straightened his back. The gentle breeze blew, lifting a strand of hair that hung over his forehead.

One after another, flower boats floated on the lake. Scholars in long robes stood proudly with their hands behind their backs, coldly gazing at the fishing boats.

They spoke eloquently, with an air of grandeur.

Due to the influence of the National Teacher, the literary atmosphere in the Great Zhou Dynasty prospered, making Confucianism highly regarded.

Buzz...

Lufan squinted his eyes.

As these scholars cursed and berated, smoke began to slowly swirl on the surface of the lake, forming a vortex.

Nie Changqing pressed his hand on the pig-killing knife, guarding by Lufan's side. His expression gradually grew serious.

Lufan looked at the swirling smoke vortex and raised an eyebrow.

"Confucianism emphasizes 'qi'. This 'qi' is different from spiritual energy. They emphasize having a noble spirit in their hearts."

"A great Confucian can dispel millions of troops with just a few words, although it may be exaggerated, it refers to the Confucian scholars' noble spirit."

"The divine is formless, but qi has a form."

Nie Changqing looked at the smoke vortex formed by the invisible qi circulating due to the scholars' incessant arguing. His voice became hoarse.

"Qi can exist even when formless."

Nie Changqing raised the pig-killing knife.

"Mohism's mechanical city, Confucianism's noble spirit, Yin-Yang School's dream-killing technique... among the three well-known methods in the world, the noble spirit is one of the reasons why Confucianism stands at the forefront."

"Of course, these scholars are far inferior to true Confucian sages..."

Nie Changqing's words made Lufan nod slightly.

The smoke vortex above his head made his skin feel a slight sense of oppression, but... compared to the spiritual pressure of a cultivator, this oppression was much weaker.

"It's a bit mysterious."

Lufan smiled, seemingly mocking the low-level martial continent.

"What should we do?"

Nie Changqing lowered his knife and asked Lufan.

"Master, let me go and kill them, cut off their noble spirits."

Ning Zhao's face turned cold as she said, "Debating with these people is useless."

"We cannot kill them. These scholars all have official positions... They represent the disciples of the National Teacher."

"Besides, even if they have spiritual energy, you are just a junior grandmaster. There's no guarantee that you can defeat the noble spirit formed by hundreds of Confucian scholars." 

Nie Changqing, who came from the Daoist sect, obviously knew more than Ning Zhao.

"They curse, but it's futile; they can't be killed... Isn't this just being unreasonable?!"

"Why should a martial artist, even as a grandmaster, suffer this?"

Ning Zhao retorted angrily.

Lufan, sitting in the wheelchair, laughed and patted Ning Zhao's slender and delicate waist.

"As a person, I have a good temper. But that doesn't mean they can trample on me and put on airs."

"Elder Nie."

Lufan glanced at the dozens of continuous flower boats, his mouth carrying a hint of amusement.

"Kill."

Reason can only be discussed with people on the same level, otherwise, crush them and then talk.

Boom!

The moment Lufan uttered the word "kill," Nie Changqing's eyes suddenly brightened, as if flames were burning in his pupils. The qi in his dantian was mobilized, causing a series of six consecutive explosions, resounding in their ears.

Nie Changqing didn't admonish Lufan anymore. He had already said what needed to be said, but Lufan still made this decision.

Since that's the case, he would execute it.

In fact...

Nie Changqing felt very resentful inside.

Confucian scholars, relying solely on their mouths, could suppress martial grandmasters who had trained hard and shed blood.

Why?

So what if there are hundreds of Confucian scholars?

So what if there is noble spirit?

Today, Nie Changqing will slash through his heart and find relief!

On the fishing boat, the old man had already hidden in the cabin.

The oar was propped up at the stern of the boat.

 Nie Changqing leaped up and grabbed the boat oar. With a powerful swing of his arm, the boat oar was thrown out like a spear. Meanwhile, Nie Changqing held a pig-killing knife in his hand and stomped on the deck. The boat sank and then rose again, propelling Nie Changqing's body forward. 

Crack!

The bamboo boat oar flew horizontally on the water surface, drifting away. Nie Changqing landed, his toes barely touching the narrow surface of the boat oar. Surprisingly, he slid forward effortlessly. The cloth on Nie Changqing's body fluttered as he single-handedly held the pig-killing knife and slid on the bamboo pole across the lake.

"A mere warrior! How dare you!" shouted one of the scholars on the flower boat.

"Lù Shǎozhǔ, how dare you incite your subordinates to attack us with blades?!"

"We hold positions in the court and have the noble aura bestowed upon us by the Emperor!"

On the flower boat, three scholars stood at the bow, their anger visible upon seeing Nie Changqing approaching with the pig-killing knife. It seemed as if a strong gust of wind blew, causing their long robes to rustle against their bodies, emphasizing their figures. Smoke lingered, forming whirlpools, creating a majestic aura.

As Nie Changqing slid on the bamboo pole, it became increasingly difficult for him to move forward. The scholars on the flower boat continued to argue eloquently, each word like a precious pearl. It felt as if there was an inexplicable force in the world, causing the boiling blood within Nie Changqing's body to turn cold.

On the fishing boat, Lù Fān watched with great interest. This was the most fantastic scene he had witnessed in this world so far. Scholars with a noble aura still had some substance... In reality, the noble aura did not have real power; it was mainly a psychological and imposing force. 

Lù Fān's eyes flickered as he pondered: What would happen if the noble aura combined with spiritual energy? Spiritual energy had real power, while the noble aura had an imposing force. Could the combination of spiritual energy and the noble aura truly possess the power to command a million troops with one breath? Could it instantly eradicate evil spirits?

The more Lù Fān thought about it, the more interesting it became. If one could command a million troops with one breath, then it would truly have a fantastical feel. The suppression Nie Changqing experienced from the noble aura on the flower boat could at most be considered a small trick.

Nie Changqing's expression grew solemn as the wind howled, causing ripples upon the lake surface. Standing on the boat oar, facing dozens of flower boats and hundreds of scholars, the pressure and shock made his grip on the knife tremble slightly.

The boat oar ceased to move forward, and if Nie Changqing couldn't reach the flower boat, he wouldn't be able to kill the scholars. 

Suddenly, Lù Fān's voice drifted over, surpassing the howling wind and reaching Nie Changqing's ears.

"If your lightness skill is insufficient, then attack from a distance. Can you wield the knife using spiritual energy from a distance?"

"Do not worry about insufficient spiritual energy."

Lù Fān casually mentioned that Old Nie had discussed the "Blade Control Technique" with him before. He asked Old Nie to try it out... It involved controlling the knife from a distance.

Nie Changqing's body trembled slightly. Then, under his gaze, a glimmer of light gradually appeared, becoming brighter and more radiant. The immortal had passed down the "Blade Control Technique," which Nie Changqing had asked the gentleman about. Previously, he couldn't grasp it due to the lack of spiritual energy, but now...

He could give it a try.

Nie Changqing lifted his head and stared directly at the hundred scholars on the flower boat. Suddenly, he laughed heartily, closed his eyes, and felt an unprecedented tranquility in his mind.

A strand of spiritual energy was drawn out from the Qi Dan, entering his limbs and bones. In Nie Changqing's mind, the modified "Blade Control Technique" from the Daoist Sect appeared. This was the method passed down by the immortal.

The spiritual energy followed the route of the "Blade Control Technique," operating accordingly. His mind suddenly became serene. The voices of the hundred scholars disappeared. The sound of the wind, water, and flapping wings of startled birds all vanished. His mind was focused solely on the pig-killing knife in his hand.

A plain and unadorned pig-killing knife, at this moment, seemed to merge with him as one entity.

Unity of man and knife!

A faint blue spiritual energy flowed rapidly along a predetermined path. Nie Changqing, relying on his lightness skill to stand atop the boat oar, suddenly opened his eyes. His hair shook and fluttered as he raised the pig-killing knife high above.

In the next moment, a strand of spiritual energy wrapped around the blade, and Nie Changqing slowly loosened his grip on the pig-killing knife...

The wind blew, and his hair danced in the air.

That pitch-black and plain pig-killing knife... It floated right in front of him...

Defying gravity!

Floating without control, disregarding the laws of physics!

On the fishing boat, Lù Fān's mouth curved upwards. Nì Yù, who had previously suffered from seasickness and couldn't even stand steadily, received the pressure chessboard that exuded a powerful aura from Lù Fān's hand. He elegantly placed it on his legs, calmly opening the chess box.

Rolling up one sleeve, Nì Yù used his other hand to pick out a crystal-clear white chess piece from inside.

...

An expression of astonishment, shock, and disbelief appeared on Nie Changqing's face.

"Blade Control Technique..."

Nie Changqing burst into laughter, stomping fiercely on the boat oar.

Boom!

His body soared into the sky.

The boat oar was kicked, rising vertically like a pillar, standing tall on the lake surface. Nie Changqing stood on top of the boat oar, towering above.

He crossed his arms and forcefully pushed them apart.

The pig-killing knife floated in front of him, rotating rapidly around its axis.

Laughter from Nie Changqing resounded across the lake surface.

He swung both arms downward.

The pig-killing knife, which had been rotating at high speed, suddenly stopped. Its blade pointed downwards as it sliced towards an exquisite flower boat.

Vaguely, one could see a phantom outline of a circle surrounding the pig-killing knife, beyond the knife itself!

Controlling the knife remotely, slashing the enemy!