Chapter 1538: The Master Teacher Hall Has Fled

Since it was the Hall Master's Token, it must possess the ability to command many master teachers. If he could truly refine it, it might resolve the current predicament without both sides suffering losses.

"Flaw!"

Holding the token, Zhang Xuan focused his mind.

Whoosh!

A book appeared in his mind.

"Master Teacher Hall's Hall Master Token, ancient saintly treasure, forged from three drops of sage blood of Confucius, possessing extremely strong offensive power against souls... Flaw: cannot be examined!"

"Cannot be examined? How is that possible?"

Zhang Xuan was stunned.

Along the way, he had seen countless weapons of all kinds. No matter how powerful the master who forged them, they all had flaws, and before the Library of Heaven's Path, there were no secrets. But this one could not be examined...

What was going on?

"Could Confucius also have the Derivative Void Constitution?"

He had a thought.

The Derivative Void Constitution could prevent diviners from examining, and even the Library could hardly query. For instance, the Library could see through others' flaws and find loopholes, but for himself, or matters concerning himself, it was not very useful.

Thus, it was fair to say the Library could not examine his situation.

This Hall Master Token, forged from three drops of Confucius's blood, also could not be examined. Could it mean that the latter, like himself, also had the Derivative Void Constitution?

"That must be it..."

After pondering for a moment, he understood.

Even that little genius from the Zhang family and the little princess of the Luo family had it. It was only expected that a great figure like Confucius would have this constitution.

That was why he could roam the world, and the alien spirit race, despite expending countless efforts, could neither capture nor kill him, ultimately leading to the flourishing era of humanity.

"Not knowing the flaw... how can I refine it?"

He frowned.

Previously, when refining weapons, he would first find the flaws, then exploit them to refine easily. Otherwise, by normal means, even an ordinary saint-level weapon would require one or two years of磨合, and time alone would be unaffordable.

"Let me try blood!"

He pointed his finger, and a drop of blood flew from his fingertip onto the token.

Whoosh!

The token was like a smooth lotus leaf; the blood slid over it without any absorption, rolled a few times, and with a "plop," fell to the ground.

"This..."

Zhang Xuan's eyebrows twitched.

With ordinary weapons, as soon as blood touched them, they would immediately absorb it, allowing one to merge their will into them. But this one was clearly different; it was the first time he had seen something that did not absorb blood at all.

"It feels very close to me, yet it doesn't absorb blood... how do I refine it?"

When he first held the token, it felt familiar, and he thought refining it would be simple. He never expected it to be harder than other weapons...

Rumble!

Just as he was feeling troubled, he heard another roar in the sky. Looking up, he saw that the surrounding formation had been fully set up. Ren Qingyuan and the others were staring coldly at him, like lambs waiting for slaughter.

"Forget it, no time to refine it. I'll put it away and study it later..."

He flipped his wrist and put the token into his ring.

Faced with his action, the Hall Master Token did not resist and was very obedient.

This feeling was just like the goddess a loser liked in his previous life—you could date her, chat with her, but when you tried to take it further, you were ruthlessly pushed away. You thought it was love, but actually... you were just a backup!

This Hall Master Token was just like that now. It felt very obedient to the touch, and didn't resist when put into the ring, but refining it was extremely difficult...

"Zhang Xuan, if you still remember your former identity as a Master Teacher, hand over the Hall Master Token! Otherwise, both the Poison Hall and the Soul Witch will become history today..."

Ren Qingyuan looked over coldly.

Earlier, he had still thought about whether he could capture this man alive and control him, but now that the other party had taken the Hall Master Token and even put it into his ring, there was no room for redemption.

Snatching the Hall Master Token in public was equivalent to openly damaging the dignity of the Master Teacher Hall. Coupled with his two students—one controlling the Poison Hall and the other a great Soul Witch—if he didn't deal with it, it would be hard to control.

"Become history? Then let's see how many lives you're willing to fill!"

With a light snort, Wei Ruyan grabbed the air with her palm, and a mass of poison gas spread out again, enveloping Zhang Xuan and the others like a light shield.

No matter whether it was true qi or force, as long as it entered the light shield, it would be tainted by the poison gas, making it hard even for a Nine-Star Master Teacher to escape.

"Courting death! Everyone, hear my command, activate the Kuixing Formation!"

With a cold laugh, Ren Qingyuan raised the long sword in his hand again.

Whoosh!

The surrounding Nine-Star Master Teachers immediately shifted their positions. In the blink of an eye, countless forces, aided by the surrounding buildings and formations, converged at the tip of his sword, carrying a majestic aura like thunder.

"Break!"

With the force concentrated, a sword beam shot out like a golden ribbon, pressing down through the air. A large crack split open in space. The sturdy poison gas, upon contact, didn't hold out long and split into two like torn paper.

"Hmph!"

With a furious shout, Lu Chong once again expanded to several dozen meters in size. His massive soul body suddenly darted through, and the cracked space, like a garment being mended, was pulled back together by threads of soul force.

"Borrowing soul power to mend the torn space... Not bad, Soul Master, you do have some tricks. But let's see how long you can hold out!"

With a cold laugh, Ren Qingyuan pressed his long sword down further.

Rip!

The sword beam was like lightning, carrying an irresistible force.

Pfft!

Lu Chong's face flushed, and his body involuntarily fell downward, seemingly unable to hold on.

Although his strength was not weak, against over a dozen Nine-Star Master Teachers working in concert with the formation, plus Ren Qingyuan personally attacking, he simply couldn't withstand it.

As the poison gas was torn apart, Wei Ruyan's face also turned pale, and sweat poured from her head.

"Teacher, we can't hold on much longer..."

Unable to bear it any longer, she looked over.

"Mm..."

Zhang Xuan nodded.

While his two disciples were fending off the attack, he hadn't been idle either. Taking advantage of the moment, he had carefully examined the formation and found many flaws. However, these flaws were all some distance away, and given his current state, he couldn't reach them.

"I'll tell you a place. One of you find a way to break out and destroy it, and that will solve this formation..."

Pausing, Zhang Xuan transmitted his instructions. But before he could finish, he saw the sword beam in the air suddenly snap with a "crack!" as if broken. Ren Qingyuan, who had been murderous, choked, nearly fell from the air, his face flushed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"What's wrong?"

Stabilizing his breath, Ren Qingyuan turned and shouted.

Just now, the formation had suddenly changed. If not for his strong strength, he might have been shaken to death.

"Reporting to the Acting Hall Master, I don't know what happened... The core of the formation, the Master Teacher Hall, suddenly... suddenly ran away!"

A Master Teacher flew over, his lips trembling.