Chapter 70

The sword intent, an invisible blade.

This sword rose from the depths of the hall, piercing straight towards the door. The profound true essence that Elder Lishan had cultivated for hundreds of years was all contained within it. Regardless of the tangible or intangible, this sword would split everything in two. Neither Luoluo nor Chen Changsheng, who had somehow placed a sword horizontally in front of his chest, could possibly stop this sword.

The sound of breaking air arose, and a figure arrived like a bolt of thunder, standing before the sword.

A light sound echoed, and the seemingly unstoppable sword intent of Xiaosonggong was actually blocked!

What shocked the people in the hall even more was that the sword intent was blocked by only a pair of hands!

The hands were enveloped in sword light, glowing with a faint golden hue, as if cast from gold!

A deathly silence fell.

Between the sword intent of Elder Xiaosonggong and the hands, a series of cracking sounds echoed.

In the next moment, a series of cracking sounds echoed in the night outside the hall!

The sword and the hands remained still before everyone's eyes, but the surrounding air seemed to shatter.

The night outside the hall seemed to have shattered.

A loud hum!

The formation outside the hall that prevented the autumn wind from entering instantly shattered!

The slightly cold night air rushed in through countless windows and doors, making the robes of the teachers and students from various academies flutter. Even the light from the night pearls seemed to waver at this moment!

Those closer to the door staggered, their faces pale, unable to breathe, and naturally unable to cry out.

What a powerful collision of true essence, what a terrifying impact!

The hall remained deathly silent, with only the howling night wind.

The sword intent gradually dissipated.

The hands slowly retracted.

The owner of the hands was a middle-aged man with an ordinary face and demeanor. He was slightly overweight, wearing a silk robe with copper coin patterns, looking like a common wealthy man from the countryside, lacking any aura of a great master. He stood in the hall, appearing particularly out of place.

This ordinary middle-aged man had casually blocked Elder Lishan's sword, which was filled with rage, with just his bare hands!

The middle-aged man retracted his hands, looked at Xiaosonggong in the depths of the hall, and revealed a meaningful smile, then retreated behind Luoluo.

Whether standing in front of Luoluo or behind her, he was just an ordinary wealthy man, not showing any aura of a grandmaster, nor deliberately concealing his presence to play the role of a butler.

Because now he was just an ordinary wealthy man, one who only liked money, especially gold.

But the people in the hall definitely wouldn't think so. Their gazes were filled with shock and confusion.

A man who could stand on equal footing with Elder Lishan Xiaosonggong should at least be of the level of Dean Mao Qiuyu of the Heavenly Dao Academy. How could he be an ordinary wealthy man?

The people from the Southern Mission were even more shocked and speechless, especially the young disciples of Lishan. They couldn't understand how, even if their great-uncle had been somewhat careless in his rage and hadn't used his full strength due to being in the Great Zhou Imperial Palace, this middle-aged man could still stand on equal footing with just his bare hands!

Xiaosonggong stood behind his seat, looking at the middle-aged man at the door, his emotions very complex. He seemed to recall something but wasn't sure.

A very slight cracking sound echoed.

This sound was very light, only the Lishan disciples closest to the scene, like Guan Feibai, could hear it.

Only they could see that a crack had appeared on the scabbard of the sword at Xiaosonggong's waist!

As Lishan disciples, they knew what this meant.

It wasn't just standing on equal footing, it wasn't just not being at a disadvantage.

That seemingly ordinary middle-aged man had actually won against Elder Xiaosonggong in this confrontation!

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The hall was silent, and everyone's gaze was on the ordinary middle-aged man behind Luoluo.

Xu Shiji's face was ashen, his heart already in turmoil. He knew that the female student from the National Teaching Academy, Luoluo, had a mysterious background, but he never expected that she could have such a terrifyingly powerful subordinate. Who was this middle-aged man? Who was this young girl, Luoluo?

Xiaosonggong's robe fluttered slightly, blown by the night wind from outside the hall, and also because his hands in his sleeves were trembling slightly.

The previous confrontation had ended in an instant, seemingly without a clear winner, but he knew he had lost and was seriously injured, his meridians shaken, and his true essence leaking... But what truly shocked him was not the power of the middle-aged man, but something he vaguely recalled, someone.

Something from the past, someone from the past.

Xiaosonggong looked at the middle-aged man, his eyes narrowing, uncertain, and asked, "You are...?"

The middle-aged man stood behind Luoluo, coughed lightly twice. It was clear that he had also been injured in the previous confrontation.

This cough was very light, but to Xiaosonggong, it sounded like thunder.

The middle-aged man said, "Yes, it's me."

Xiaosonggong's face suddenly changed, his old cheeks as pale as snow, his eyes filled with boundless anger, but unable to hide the deep shock.

"Jinyu Lu!"

"How can you be here!"

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Xiaosonggong's angry and resentful shout echoed in the hall.

Apart from that, there was no other sound.

Everyone was stunned, their gazes no longer filled with confusion but with shock, or rather, awe.

Gou Hanshi, Guan Feibai, and other inner disciples of Lishan had all heard about the greatest regret of their great-uncle, and their gazes towards the middle-aged man were very complex.

Even the proud and cold Tang Sanshi was startled when he heard the name Jinyu Lu, his eyes wide open, as if trying to confirm whether what he saw was real.

Chen Changsheng knew this middle-aged man, but he only knew that he was a butler-like figure by Luoluo's side, carefully arranging the meals sent from the Hundred Grass Garden every day. He had interacted with him a few times and hadn't noticed anything special, just thinking that... this middle-aged man was very talkative and acted like a nagging aunt.

The middle-aged man was the Chief Historian of the Hundred Grass Garden, Jinyu Lu.

Chen Changsheng couldn't have imagined that this nagging butler-like figure was such a powerful man.

But he hadn't heard the name Jinyu Lu before, so he couldn't understand the silence in the hall and the strange gazes of the people.

Jinyu Lu was a legendary figure on this continent.

In the past, when the human and demon races joined forces to fight the evil race, he served as the logistics officer three times.

The logistics officer was crucial; any delay could lead to catastrophic consequences.

He said that the supplies and weapons would be delivered to a certain place at a certain time, and they would definitely be delivered, without any exceptions.

Because he never went back on his word.

Anyone who questioned his decisions had already fallen in the northern snow.

Jinyu Lu, the chief of the four great generals of the demon race.

Emperor Taizong of the Great Zhou Dynasty personally praised him: "Golden Rules and Jade Laws!"

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Dean Mao Qiuyu of the Heavenly Dao Academy sighed lightly and stood up.

Prince Chenliu had no choice but to stand up.

Mo Yu had a headache, rubbed her temples, and ultimately stood up.

Given Jinyu Lu's military achievements, experience, and virtue, such a gesture was fitting. But for the great figures who knew the secret of the Hundred Grass Garden, it was more important that Jinyu Lu had revealed his identity, so someone else would naturally have to reveal their identity as well. Since everyone in the hall had to stand up, they might as well stand up first.

The Green Vine Banquet tonight would certainly be recorded in history.

A little later, the other people in the hall finally reacted.

Their gazes slowly moved from Jinyu Lu to the young girl in front of him, heavy and slow.

The people from the Southern Mission had slightly pale faces, Guan Feibai was visibly reluctant, and his breathing was heavy.

Gou Hanshi's expression was solemn, thinking that she had been in the capital all along.

In the Heavenly Dao Academy, Zhuang Huan Yu slowly stood up, his eyes full of pain, his body swaying, looking somewhat lost.

From the first night of the Green Vine Banquet, countless people had been guessing the identity of the young girl from the National Teaching Academy.

They knew she had a mysterious background, but no one could guess it.

To be precise, no one dared to guess in that direction.

Tonight, Jinyu Lu quietly stood behind the young girl, and her identity naturally became clear.

Tang Sanshi looked at Luoluo, his expression complex, not knowing what he was thinking.

Silence reigned, and no one spoke.

Someone had to break the silence.

Chen Changsheng turned and quietly looked at Luoluo.

Luoluo lowered her head and murmured, "Master, I didn't mean to deceive you."

In the National Teaching Academy, she had said that as long as Chen Changsheng asked, she would definitely tell him.

Chen Changsheng didn't ask.

Now he didn't need to ask to know.

But it seemed something was missing.

Chen Changsheng looked at the nervous young girl and smiled, asking gently, "Who are you?"

She thought for a moment and said, "I am Luoluo."

Chen Changsheng said seriously, "This is not a bad thing, it's something to be proud of."

"Yes, Master."

Luoluo raised her head, looked at the various expressions in the hall, and took a step forward.

The night wind entered the hall, and her black hair gently fluttered by her cheeks.

She was a young girl in a school uniform, with beautiful eyes and a hint of childishness, just ordinary.

But when she took a step forward, she stood before the entire world, before everyone.

Her school uniform seemed to transform into an imperial robe, and a noble aura emanated from her.

Everyone felt a sudden brightness.

The entire hall seemed to truly brighten.

This was genuine nobility.

People instinctively avoided her gaze; some even retreated several steps in panic, and no one dared to meet her eyes.

It wasn't fear, but the overwhelming brightness.

She was like a rising sun.

Calm and warm, but requiring sufficient respect and distance.

She looked at the people in the hall and said calmly and proudly, "My surname is Bai, the Bai of the White Emperor."

In the vast demon territory to the west, deep in the region, there is a great city at the source of the Forgetful River, majestic and splendid, with an 800-mile red river flowing around it.

The city is called White Emperor City, because the White Emperor resides within.

She is the only daughter of the current White Emperor.

The 800-mile red river on both sides is her fief.

She is Luoluo.

She is Princess Luoluo.

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