Ye Yu's voice instantly spread throughout the hall.

All the hundreds of cultivators heard it loud and clear!

Feng Xianshi, the master of the Jixia Academy, flashed a gleam of ecstasy in his eyes.

"Have you finally admitted it?"

"Then it’s reasonable to kill you now!"

On the other side, Ye Qingyu and He Jieying's faces turned pale.

"You foolish boy, how can you admit something like this in front of so many people?"

"Do you intend to come here to die?"

Peng Lu seized the opportunity and sternly said, "Well, it turns out this matter is indeed true."

"Since ancient times, righteousness and evil cannot coexist."

"As a disciple of the righteous path, you have allied with the leader of the demonic path."

"Isn't this collusion?"

"You tell me, what crime should you be punished for?"

Upon hearing this.

Ye Yu couldn't help but laugh.

In the quiet environment.

This laughter sounded particularly jarring.

Just as Peng Lu was about to speak again.

He saw Ye Yu suddenly step down forcefully, instantly crushing the Flame Daoist to death on the spot.

Such a scene.

Completely caught everyone present by surprise.

Ye Yu taking action against another person had already broken the rules.

But if it was just a lesson, no one could say much.

In the world of cultivation, strength was paramount.

You were stronger than the Flame Daoist.

If you couldn’t stand his words, a little punishment was nothing.

But if you killed someone.

That was an entirely different matter.

Especially in front of so many cultivators.

There was no reason for an outburst of violence; how was this different from the bloodthirsty demonic cultivators?

Peng Lu felt a rush of joy, just as he was about to continue to condemn Ye Yu from a moral high ground.

But he suddenly realized.

He didn’t know when, but Ye Yu had already appeared right in front of him.

The mockery in Ye Yu's eyes sent chills down Peng Lu's spine.

And the surrounding cultivators began to retreat, their expressions filled with fear.

Clearly, in their eyes.

Ye Yu was definitely going mad.

They didn’t want to become the next Flame Daoist.

As the saying goes, even when beating a dog, one must consider its master.

Peng Lu was a disciple of Feng Xianshi.

The latter would naturally not watch him come to harm.

So he said sternly, "Ye Yu, what do you want to do?"

Feng Xianshi was just about to step forward.

But suddenly saw Ye Yu raise his right hand.

Upon seeing this, Feng Xianshi abruptly stopped.

His expression became grave.

He secretly mobilized his spiritual energy for defense.

Having just killed the Flame Daoist.

Along with his ability to manifest words.

Ye Yu was undoubtedly a great scholar at the Tribulation Crossing Realm.

Although he didn't know how this young man had reached such cultivation.

Feng Xianshi, being at the same Tribulation Crossing Realm, couldn’t be careless.

If he suffered a mishap at this moment, it would be a huge disgrace!

However, Ye Yu merely raised his hand and did nothing.

He had no intention of attacking; he just wanted to reason with this Peng Lu.

"My relationship with Fu Wangdai.

Is because I have successfully enlightened her.

She has departed from the demonic path and turned her heart toward goodness.

This is a great merit; what crime is there in that?"

"Peng Lu, you keep saying collusion, and it sounds so harsh!"

Ye Yu slapped Peng Lu on the shoulder.

Continuing, he said: "You speaking this way makes me very unhappy; how about you kneel down and apologize to me?"

Peng Lu felt a surge of spiritual energy raging within him.

It rendered him unable to speak.

He could only feel his legs go weak, collapsing directly to the ground.

In that instant, the entire hall erupted in an uproar.

Feng Xianshi sternly commanded: "Ye Yu, quickly release Peng Lu!"

Ye Yu playfully replied: "Peng Lu is apologizing to me; I haven’t done anything to him."

Feng Xianshi said solemnly: "This is nonsense! You claim you have enlightened her? Just saying it doesn’t make it true!"

Ye Yu withdrew the smile from his face.

With a slight exertion of his right hand.

Peng Lu forcibly knelt and created a large hole in the ground.

Initially, he had fainted, life and death uncertain.

Ye Yu coldly stated: "That’s right, I say it’s true! If anyone disagrees, feel free to stand up and reason with me!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xianshi could no longer hold back.

He immediately stepped forward.

With a bamboo slip in hand, he tore it open fiercely.

Countless tiny characters rapidly enlarged, converging into a massive black mountain of books, crashing toward Ye Yu with immense force.

Ye Qingyu and He Jieying’s faces changed drastically.

They really hadn’t expected.

Feng Xianshi to act against Ye Yu so recklessly, disregarding his status.

Moreover, he was using a spiritual weapon, the Mountain of Books.

This was clearly aimed at killing Ye Yu!

Just as everyone present thought that Ye Yu was doomed.

A dazzling golden light surged upward.

It instantly shattered the massive mountain of books.

These characters returned to their normal size.

Rather than continuing the attack, they danced joyfully around the golden light!

At that moment, everyone in the Jixia Academy seemed unable to believe their eyes.

Feng Xianshi's face turned ashen, unable to stop himself from retreating.

He murmured: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Under everyone's gaze.

That beam of golden light burst forth from Ye Yu's body.

It was a golden literary essence, shining brilliantly!

In the historical records of the Jixia Academy.

It was clearly documented: Those who are righteous, unafraid of power, and possess an aura that can reach the heavens can cultivate literary essences!

A literary essence was the highest honor for a scholar.

But throughout the ten thousand years of Jixia Academy’s history.

Only two individuals had ever cultivated a literary essence.

One was the first Confucian Saint, and the other was the second Confucian Saint.

These two were the founding ancestors of the Jixia Academy.

Both in virtue and literary talent were the pinnacle of their time.

Their ability to cultivate a literary essence was a decree of destiny.

What virtue or ability did Ye Yu have?

Why did he possess a literary essence?

Not only did others find it hard to believe.

Even Ye Qingyu and He Jieying did not believe it.

In their hearts, Ye Yu was still the little fool who couldn’t even write an essay.

How could he possibly have a literary essence?

It made no sense!

If this news got out, it would absolutely shame all scholars in the world!

In the middle of the hall, Ye Yu slightly raised his hand.

The gathered characters all converged around him.

"Among the eighty thousand characters in the world, I take pride in using them!"

Ye Yu resembled a Confucian Saint in the world.

He hovered in the air, coldly gazing at Feng Xianshi: "Not distinguishing loyalty from treachery, not distinguishing right from wrong, what qualifications do you have to be the master of the Jixia Academy?"

"Those without virtue shall die!"

Ye Yu pointed his finger.

The surrounding characters were instantly mobilized.

Each transformed into the most piercing sword energy in the world.

Instantly slashing Feng Xianshi to death on the spot.

The dignified master of the holy place fell just like that.

It wasn't that he lacked the ability to resist.

But he had already been stunned by the scene before him.

The literary essence he had pursued for a lifetime.

Now resided within this young man.

What a cruel irony!

Everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.

Even Feng Xianshi had been killed by Ye Yu; they couldn't help but ask themselves, who could possibly be his opponent?

In an instant, hundreds of cultivators began to waver.

They looked up at the figure in the sky, unable to resist retreating.

Ye Yu was unrelenting!

With a thought.

Countless falling leaves arose, swirling above everyone’s heads.

Following that, a cold voice rang out once more.

"If anyone still doesn’t believe it, feel free to stand up! I will still patiently explain my reasoning to you!"