Du Ge now holds the future of the Medical Immortal Sect in his hands. Those cultivators he let escape are counting on him to regain his power!

Li Anjiang could hardly imagine what would become of the Medical Immortal Sect if anything happened to Du Ge. Therefore, he was not at ease with Du Ge personally undertaking such dangerous tasks.

But Du Ge insisted on seeing what was so special about the person of chaos indicated by the heavenly dao, and Li Anjiang had no choice but to let him. For safety’s sake, Li Anjiang and another Divine Transformation Realm cultivator from their sect, Yao Liang, accompanied him personally.

For a mid-sized sect like the Medical Immortal Sect, being in the Divine Transformation Realm was enough to be a Sect Leader.

Unless they encountered someone in the Void Refinement Realm, three cultivators in the Divine Transformation Realm could sweep through everything.

Even if they faced someone in the Void Refinement Realm, if the two of them desperately held the enemy off, as long as they created an opportunity for Du Ge, draining the enemy dry wouldn’t be a problem.

Their target was Shan Cong, a second-place graduate.

The imperial examination in Yan Country had just released its results, and all the graduates were in the capital waiting for their assignments.

The names were still posted on the Dragon Lake Wall at the Tribute Academy, with Shan Cong ranking high, seventh in the second class, which under normal circumstances would mean entry into the Hanlin Academy.

But the Hanlin Academy couldn’t offer him protection, and Du Ge didn’t understand why he didn’t just abandon his official post and seek refuge with a cultivation sect.

However.

It was easy to find out where Shan Cong lived.

In the capital, his reputation seemed even greater than the new top scholar.

Especially in the past month, the capital was abuzz with his poetry. Mention Shan Cong, and people would admire him as a great talent. Many even thought that the current top scholar’s literary grace couldn’t compare to Shan Cong’s, feeling indignant on his behalf and believing the top rank should have been his.

Most importantly, Shan Cong had a very good character. Everyone who came into contact with him admired him. The scholars and students in the capital even imitated his speech and behavior, his way of dealing with people, and took pride in it.

……

Damn!

With his influence alone, he’s setting the trend for the entire capital. What’s this one’s keyword?

Leadership? Role model? Dissemination? Literary grace?

In the past month, all Shan Cong did in the capital was write poetry, socialize through literature, visit high-class brothels, and listen to the leading courtesans sing…

From his actions, he seemed like a normal, talented scholar, which made it hard for Du Ge to guess his keyword.

But one thing was certain: Shan Cong’s keyword definitely matched his identity.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have stayed in the capital for so long.

Entering a sect early indeed offers good protection, but in a sect, everyone is focused on their own cultivation. No matter how many disciples there are, they can’t compare to the secular world, and the growth of a keyword is precisely related to influence.

In a sect, the growth of a keyword is actually limited.

By expanding his influence in the capital and leveling up his attributes before joining a sect for cultivation, Shan Cong could potentially surpass those who came before him, choosing a different path of seeking wealth and honor amidst danger.

However.

His influence is currently limited to the capital and probably can’t compare to my own Seven Stars Sect.

But given time, that might not be the case.

The spread of literature is also very fast.

……

“Junior brother, this is just a scholar. Even if he becomes an official in the future, he won’t affect our Medical Immortal Sect, right?” Li Anjiang whispered outside Shan Cong’s residence.

At this moment.

The full moon hung high.

It was nearing midnight, and the capital was silent except for the occasional barking of dogs and the calls of the nightwatchers.

Du Ge and the others stood atop a sycamore tree, gazing at Shan Cong’s residence from afar.

Their eyesight was exceptional.

Even from over two miles away, they could see the oil lamp lit in Shan Cong’s study, with a figure hunched over, writing furiously.

“Sect Leader brother, with your keen senses, have you heard even the slightest sound coming from Shan Cong’s residence?” Du Ge asked, looking at the residence.

“…”

Li Anjiang was startled and listened intently.

Sure enough, there were sounds of insects and birds, snoring, sleep talking, and even the occasional intimate noises of couples from the surrounding residences…

But Shan Cong’s residence was as quiet as a graveyard, not a single sound escaping.

“It’s truly abnormal,” Yao Liang frowned and said, “Sect Leader brother, junior brother, wait here. I’ll go check out what’s going on inside.”

Li Anjiang nodded and gave him a look, making a throat-slitting gesture. Since they’d discovered something was off, there was no point in keeping him around. All those who hindered the rise of the medical path in this chaotic world deserved to die.

Du Ge saw their gestures but didn’t stop them. Warriors from alien stars were naturally enemies; showing pity to the opponent was harming oneself.

The capital had a Supervisory Institute responsible for maintaining order.

There were rules agreed upon between the various sects and the royal family: cultivators were not allowed to fly or use spiritual power to kill in the capital. Otherwise, the Supervisory Institute had the right to hunt them down.

The head of the Supervisory Institute was in the Body Fusion Realm, and with over a dozen elders in the Void Refinement Realm, the institute’s strength was enough to suppress any cultivator daring to cause trouble, as long as those in the Mahayana Realm did not intervene.

Most of the time, cultivators didn’t conflict with the royal family.

Du Ge didn’t care about the rules between the royal family and the sects.

As long as he found an opportunity, even without using spiritual power, just using his overwhelming attributes to touch Shan Cong would be enough to take his head.

But Shan Cong, as if he had foreseen the danger, hadn’t left his house in five days, claiming he was compiling a new collection of poetry, and no one disturbed him.

However.

Du Ge suspected that he had awakened some new skill, which was why he was staying behind closed doors.

……

Yao Liang leaped down from the tree. Perhaps afraid of alarming the Body Fusion Realm big shot of the Supervisory Institute, he didn’t use a flying sword but relied on his physical skills. With a few leaps, he flipped into Shan Cong’s yard and headed straight for his study.

Du Ge’s eyes were fixed on Yao Liang’s figure.

Nothing happened as he entered Shan Cong’s yard.

But when he mobilized his spiritual power and used his flying sword to try to break through the window and directly kill Shan Cong, an unexpected change occurred.

A “Shield” character faintly appeared on Shan Cong’s window, blocking Yao Liang’s flying sword.

Then.

A “Ban” character flickered under Yao Liang’s feet.

Yao Liang seemed trapped, struggling to break free from the “Ban” character’s range. His Divine Transformation Realm cultivation was as useless as a decoration.

Li Anjiang’s eyes bulged: “What is this? A spell?”

At that moment.

He had to believe in the chaos-bringers Du Ge spoke of.

Cultivators usually used straightforward attack methods, at most some variations in the use of spiritual power. In the end, it all came down to cultivation level and realm.

But Shan Cong’s methods completely overturned his understanding.

Just popping out two characters trapped a Divine Transformation Realm expert. It was like something out of a myth.

If there were more such characters, who could stand against him?

What use would cultivation levels have then?

Yes!

Wang Chong, who had risen to the Divine Transformation Realm in a single day, had already proven that cultivation levels were useless…

Monsters!

All monsters!

Du Ge, too, was staring wide-eyed. Damn, what’s this guy’s keyword?

The manifestation is too outrageous!

He had fought tooth and nail just to barely raise his strength to the Divine Transformation Realm, and this guy casually writes a couple of characters and traps a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator!

Even more exaggerated than the Glutton of the past…

No wonder he was so confident, not leaving the capital to seek a master and learn. He had developed such an outrageous skill!

He was right.

They needed to act quickly and decisively.

Once these guys grew up, who could withstand these flashy skills?

While the two were stunned.

Shan Cong suddenly pushed open his window, looked at the restrained Yao Liang, and casually slapped out a piece of paper with the character “Control” written on it.

Through the open window, Du Ge could clearly see that his desk was filled with written characters, including “Slash,” “Trap,” “Fire,” “Fly,” “Subdue,” “Heavy,” and so on.

He wasn’t writing a poetry collection in his study; he was writing these characters with special abilities.

Du Ge’s eyesight was excellent, and he noticed that many characters were repeated. Many written characters were crumpled into balls and thrown on the floor.

Probability!

A flash of insight crossed Du Ge’s mind, finding the flaw in this ability. The powerful characters this guy wrote must have a success rate.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

That made sense!

His own skills like Plucking Feathers and Acting for Heaven required physical contact to work. It didn’t make sense that Shan Cong could write a few characters and be invincible. Then what’s the point for others to play…