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Chapter 612 7: Ancient Dao Lineage, Emergence of the Flood Dragon (Part 2)

The beautiful woman in the black palace dress landed lightly, glanced around, and nodded, signaling, "Young lad."

"Are you alright?"

Courting death!

When had the protectors and visiting friends favored by the Xuanyin Sect ever become prey for the wicked demonic practitioners?

The eyes of the woman in the palace dress turned cold and murderous as she looked back.

This young lad had extraordinary potential. Once he mastered the Nine Techniques of the Pure Maiden, he would surely greatly enhance the strength of the Xuanyin Sect. If his foundation were ruined by this wicked demonic woman, she would be so enraged that she'd want to annihilate an entire sect.

Xuanyin against Xuanyin.

One had domineering True Qi, the other mysterious and unpredictable. After exchanging a few moves, they separated.

With furrowed brows, the woman in the palace dress spoke seriously, "Tushan Song?"

— Swish swish, white fox, nine tails grand. Accomplished in the household, I prosper therein.

This demoness turned out to belong to an ancient orthodox lineage!

The wicked demonic woman before her was quite extraordinary. Her body contained Xuanyin True Qi, derived from the "Tushan Song," also known as "Song of the Awaiting," or 'Awaiting the Return.'

Legend has it that this song was composed by Tushan Woman in longing for Dayu.

Dayu controlled the waters of the Yellow River, over eight years passing by his home three times without entering. Tushan Woman waited at Tushan for Dayu's return, filled with longing, and sang the earliest love song in history.

Very few top martial arts in the Jianghu were named after songs, with the most notable being the "Song of Ascending the Heavens" and the "Tushan Song."

Lady Jade Face was not surprised her origins were identified. She simply stared at the woman in the palace dress in front of her and softly chanted:

"A fox, swish swish, on the bank of Qi.

The heart's sorrow, the child has no clothes.

A fox, swish swish, on the bank of Qi.

The heart's sorrow, the child has no belt.

A fox, swish swish, near the side of Qi.

The heart's sorrow, the child has no attire."

Book of Songs.

Airs of Wei, The Fox.

Lady Jade Face knew she had encountered an heir to an ancient orthodoxy and revealed her own origins and martial arts through secret code. Her charming skill seemed wanton, but her roots were most orthodox. Although skilled in demonic sound and illusion, her art was derived from the "Airs of Wei - The Fox" chapter, symbolizing a wife's caring sentiment toward her lover.

The variety of seductive arts in the world were countless, some enticing with beauty, others striking at the heart with emotion. Unquestionably, Lady Jade Face's seductive art was of the latter, attacking the heart.

But this was also the most venomous.

Men were not fools. They could discern a demoness pleasing them with seduction. But if a demoness was deeply affectionate towards you, loyal and unwavering, it would truly be troubling.

Their veiled exchange left many martial artists nearby bewildered.

Such was the downfall of illiteracy.

Yet the woman in the palace dress's expression softened slightly, still speaking coldly, "This young man is an honored guest of my Xuanyin Sect. Anyone who targets him is an enemy of my Xuanyin Sect!"

Regardless of any ancient orthodoxy, this matter was non-negotiable.

They hadn't even had a taste of the victory yet.

At this point, a scholar-like man at the foot of the mountain was observing, holding a pen and paper as if writing a novel or chronicle, his paper covered with writing. He looked at the many Jianghu people around, who were utterly confused, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "Jianghu has degenerated to this, leaving only fighting and killing."

"The heritage of the sages, all cast aside."

"This Lady Jade Face is no simple character."

"There's potential to write a brief biography about her."

The scholar wrote hastily, swiftly penning a character biography.

The predecessor of Jianghu was called the Hundred Schools of Thought Contend.

The history of Wulin was called the Unification of Confucianism.

They couldn't out-argue the greats of the Pre-Qin Era, so the truth had to be shown with skill, leading to the rise of Jianghu, and thus Wulin as well.

The three teachings and nine schools of Jianghu, many today had forgotten their origins.

No wonder fewer masters were entering the Dao in recent years!

"So pitiful, so lamentable."

"Unaware of their origins nor their destinations."

"They foolishly talk of proving the Dao."

"Shattering the void."

The young man was truly handsome, with an inherent blazing primordial yang and exceptional root bones, worthy of a brief character biography, and perhaps he might become a Jianghu hero.

The scholar wrote faster and faster, his true qi stirring, vaguely indicating an impending breakthrough.

"Hmm?"

"Could it be that the chance to break through the Innate Realm lies with that young lad?"

"Why, writing about his biography, do I have this distinct sensation?"

Records of the Emperor.

The scholar had no idea what he was writing, his pen moving like a shadow, the inspiration flowing like a spring, with an urge to write tens of thousands of words. His orthodoxy belonged to one of the philosophical schools of thought, from the nine streams, the unranked novelists.

This branch of Jianghu practitioners might become storytellers, write character chronicles, trade in bizarre news, or shape rumors and public opinion, each having their role to play in making a living in Jianghu.

If their writing was good, they would write supernatural stories to explore lesser-known paths.

If speaking of the lesser-known, Mo Liang was the foremost.

"That young man must be my opportunity."

The fallen scholar put away his pen, glanced around, and mixed into the crowd stealthily. His martial skills were mediocre, knowing only the Zilu Swordsmanship from the "Zilu Holds Swords" chapter, but his mentality failed to align with this martial art, as the disciples of Confucianism mostly practiced the Confucian Swordsmanship.

It was said Confucius had two swords, one named Virtue and the other Rites.

With the Six Arts of Confucianism neglected over the years, few went up to the court, many went down to Jianghu.

But fortunately, his Qinggong was excellent, likely from being pursued so much, he became an escape master of the highest order.

The pen in the hands of literati was indeed lowly.

He dared not reveal his true name or face while traveling, fearing being pursued over great distances.

This person's heritage was considered a peculiar sect of Jianghu, primarily just joining in the commotion. Their lineage had a shared name, called 'Baixiaosheng.'

The sect leader is Baixiaosheng.