Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 740 - 162: Saint’s Disciples, the Seventy-Two Virtuous Men

The prolonged sound of a steam whistle broke the tranquility of the night.

The maritime port of Tianmen City handles goods by the tens of thousands daily, with merchant ships and freighters streaming in and out day and night.

Kong Ting, wearing a trench coat, sat in the passenger waiting hall with his hat brim lowered to cover his face.

At seventeen, he saw the sea for the first time in Dengzhou, where a big-nosed Foreign Priest confidently told him that the sea would never freeze.

At thirty-seven, he saw scientific publications issued in Tianmen describing the northernmost seas as permanently frozen for thousands of years, eternally unchanged.

The so-called knowledge concocted by the Foreigners lacks foundation, needing to be overturned every few decades. Not only is it self-contradictory, but it also leads to relentless disputes.

Only the words of the Saints endure through the ages, clearly superior.

The female President, with her extreme thoughts and ruthless methods, fundamentally misunderstands the Doctrine of the Mean. Although the country appears flourishing, it is in reality like intense fire under oil, solely maintained by her violent suppression.

Such tyrannical conduct cannot last long.

Once she dies, calamities will erupt within, tearing heaven and earth apart.

It’s a pity I won’t be able to witness that day.

I originally directed my heart to the bright moon, but alas, the moonlight shines merely on ditches...

Kong Ting flipped open his book, watching lines of text appear out of thin air on the pages.

Yet, some pages were silently burning, turning into charred ashes.

At this very moment within Jishan Academy, countless Innate Trigrams soared into the sky, and buildings gradually collapse amidst the earth’s thundering tremors.

Han Bin, as a leading figure among the younger generation of the Northern Thirteen Families, possesses formidable strength. My culture accumulated over decades in Jishan Academy could not suppress him, and now he is close to breaking the seal.

It’s a pity he cultivates as a Ranger rather than the Garrison Soldiers Dharma Gate, otherwise it could be certain that he would take over Huo Qingyang’s position and become the backbone of the Special Service Bureau in the future.

Ranger... after all, not cut out for sitting in offices, writing documents, and handling administration.

Putting away the book, Kong Ting’s gaze fell on the chain around his wrist.

This chain isn’t tangible, yet it clings to him like a persistent ulcer.

Longevity Sect, Xia Yubing.

What kind of secret does this child carry behind her? Without substantial resources, how could she have easily cultivated into a Righteous Path Night Wandering Deity?

Dharma Sect of Righteous Path is ten times harder to cultivate than the Heretical Path; each advancement involves a process of cognitive fluctuation and restructuring.

However, the return on investment is significant; once successfully advanced, the power is strong enough to crush a practitioner of the same level from the Heretical Path.

Although I have pushed the Scholarly Heresy Skill to its highest realm, facing a Night Wandering Deity a level lower still proves very troublesome.

Fortunately, a Night Wandering Deity is not skilled in slaughter, most of their methods target ghost creatures and have less impact on mortals in the Mortal World.

If the Special Service Bureau today were not filled with these youngsters but instead had a true expert in command, this old body of mine might truly not have been able to escape.

"Cough—cough!"

He coughed involuntarily a few times, Kong Ting wrapped his trench coat tighter, and sighed in his heart.

One must accept old age; once could urinate three feet against the wind, and now even the damp and cold sea breeze is somewhat unbearable.

Fists fear the vigor of youth...

Originally thought that by causing chaos within the Qilin Army, it could force the President to sit down and have a proper discussion.

Unexpectedly, this woman is fierce against her enemies and equally ruthless towards her own people.

She did not retreat a single step!

One wrong move, and the entire game is lost.

When the opponent doesn’t care about the lives of hostages, holding hostages becomes meaningless.

The situation is now set, and there’s no turning back. The most urgent task is to escape as quickly as possible.

Kong Ting snapped out of his deep thoughts and suddenly realized that there were fewer passengers waiting for the ferry in the hall.

Someone was discreetly evacuating the civilians!

He looked up and saw figures of the Brocade-Clothed Guard at each passage of the hall.

No... not the Brocade-Clothed Guard, but their attire looked quite similar.

Kong Ting gave a wry smile and focused his gaze on the young man walking towards him.

Yan Yu’an approached him, removed his helmet, and spoke softly, "Student Yan Yu’an, at your service, Mountain Leader. I am in armor and cannot perform the full courtesy, I hope you will forgive me."

Kong Ting frowned and said, "I don’t recall having a student like you."

"That’s quite normal."

Yan Yu’an calmly replied, "I am from a local fisherman’s family, impoverished and unable to afford the Academy’s tuition. So, I pretended to be a student of the Academy and freeloaded for six years of classes. Although my name isn’t in the register, the grace of being taught and learned is genuine, and I have always kept it in my heart."

"If you, Mountain Leader, have any unfulfilled last wishes, such as a hidden treasure or illegitimate daughter, I am willing to take care of them on your behalf."

Kong Ting almost laughed in anger.

"You’re quite blunt, but do you think that with these few men you brought, you can do anything to me?"

Yan Yu’an said solemnly, "I’d like to try."

Kong Ting burst out laughing, "Very well, just with your courage, even though you didn’t pay tuition, I’ll acknowledge you as my disciple! Show me what you’ve got!"

However, Yan Yu’an did not rush to take any action, but just looked at Kong Ting calmly.

"A Saint has three thousand disciples, among them seventy-two mastered the six arts."

With this statement, Kong Ting’s smile froze on his face.

"Cultivating the Heretical Dharma Gate to its extremity can likewise control miraculous creation. With one’s own power, transform into seventy-two sages, each avatar not to be underestimated. As long as one avatar survives, an escape from death is possible, am I right?"

"How do you know about..."

"Do you remember what my surname is?"

"Your surname is Yan..."

Kong Ting suddenly realized, "You are a descendant of Yan Zi? How could you end up living by fishing?"

"Every family has its poorer relatives."

Yan Yu’an said helplessly, "If you truly cultivated the Scholarly Heresy Skill to its extremity, perhaps no one could control you. But you didn’t even fully understand Heretical Path and ended up back on the old secrets of Confucianism, who else can you blame?"

Kong Ting spoke sternly, "Since you’ve seen through my strategy, I have nothing else to say. But do you think with your little tricks, you can really suppress all my seventy-two avatars?"

"Yes."

Yan Yu’an answered firmly.

"The Ji Yuan and Zhi Yuan warships have already blocked the sea routes, no boats can go out to sea tonight, you cannot fly away!"

"What if I take the land route?"

"You can try."

Seeing Yan Yu’an’s composed face, Kong Ting couldn’t help but give a bitter laugh, "Could it be, for my sake, the President has actually mobilized the Imperial Guard to block the entire Tianmen?"

"Not to that extent, think again."

Kong Ting pondered for a moment, and his face drastically changed.

"Is it the Tiger King Army... that has entered the pass?"