Chapter 658: Malicious Rules

Humans are only truly powerful when dealing with their own kind.

When facing the unknown and absolute suppression, they scream, roar, and lose their way.

"Brother..."

Inside the room, Chen Yu was encased in the Heavenly God Armor, and at this moment, the tears in her eyes could no longer be held back.

Her older brother had saved her once again.

"What happened?"

Within the world of consciousness, the anxious voice of the woman in the red dress came through; just a moment ago, she had discovered that Chen Yu had stopped moving.

Then, the Heavenly God Armor arrived.

"Teacher, now is not the time to talk about this."

Chen Yu hurriedly spoke, rushing to the room where Chen Yan was, wanting to take off the Heavenly God Armor she wore to let it protect Chen Yan.

But the Heavenly God Armor was as if welded to her body, unable to be removed.

In fact, as long as Chen Yu took off the Heavenly God Armor, she would enter the illusion again.

The Heavenly God Armor is a complete isolation from malice.

Even an Immortal Will cannot do this; Chen Yan possesses a powerful Immortal Will, yet he would still be invaded by the malice of a powerful Ancient God Beast.

It was also at this moment.

A long spear appeared beside Chen Yu and began to write on the floor.

Chen Yu hurriedly looked over, only to see the Ash-Evil Spear write four large characters on the floor.

【Crystallization of Malice】.

At the same time.

Inside the Ancient War Palace.

"The Shi Meng Mo has awakened."

The woman in the fairy dress frowned and spoke:

"Are you not going to make a move?"

"Make a move for what?" Inside the room, the Master of Tempering's voice was cold:

"If I make a move, the entire Purple Void World-Stabilizing Mirror will shake, and all power will be used to suppress me."

The woman in the fairy dress's expression turned cold, and she stood up immediately.

"Stop." The old man's cold voice came again.

"You won't make a move, and you won't let me make a move?" The woman in the fairy dress's expression grew colder.

Inside the room, the white-haired old man glanced at where Chen Yan was and said slowly:

"Do you think this is a crisis for him right now?"

"Isn't it?" the woman in the fairy dress said coldly:

"If I don't make a move, his life will be in danger!"

The white-haired old man sneered.

Even if Chen Yan were in mortal danger, there would be no need for the Element Lord to make a move.

After all, Xia Weimin had always been there.

Moreover, he was not a piece of trash.

But to him, everything had two sides.

"What he wants to do..."

The old man pursed his lips, truly not wanting to say the words 'bring a new heaven to the human race,' even if this was the wish of every Martial Dao Master.

But why should others be able to have his wish?

This is his wish, a thing that only he can accomplish.

Looking far away at Chen Yan, the old man felt very uncomfortable in his heart:

"What he wants to do is understand the Ancient God Beast; the Shi Meng Mo is one of the five strongest Ancient God Beasts.

Now, it is only using a small portion of its power to deal with Chen Yan and the others in order to handle Lu Xunyang.

Rather than letting Chen Yan face an existence like the Shi Meng Mo directly in the future, it is better to let Chen Yan come into contact with a portion of its power now."

The old man spoke very directly.

In this world, the true teacher is the enemy.

"What if he cannot hold on?" The Element Lord frowned; she could naturally understand the Master of Tempering's thinking.

But Chen Yan was only one person.

"If he can't hold on, it just means his time hasn't come yet," the Master of Tempering said.

The Element Lord was stunned, then fell silent.

Just like now.

All the Creation Realm experts in this extremely bizarre illusion were forced to sign a contract.

A contract.

Chen Yan had already finished transcribing the ancient poem, but at this moment, he had already taken out another piece of paper and continued to write.

Chen Yan kept trying.

There are three types of Ancient God Beasts.

Array-Condensing Ancient God Beasts, Elemental Ancient God Beasts, and Pure-Evil Ancient God Beasts.

These three types gave rise to the three auxiliary Martial Daos of the human race: Arrays, Elements, and True Intent.

The transcription by everyone at this moment is actually actively completing a sacrificial contract, which is to say, completing this array created by the Ancient God Beast.

Malice serves as the foundational power, the formation is the means of power operation, and the aura of life and death is the power infused with rules.

These three are indispensable.

For Chen Yan to crack this bizarre formation, attacking it solely from the aspects of malice and the aura of life and death will not suffice.

He must also thoroughly master this formation.

"Time is up!"

The female teacher's icy voice rang out:

"Pass up the papers you transcribed, from back to front."

She swept her gaze over everyone with a look of disdain that dominated the classroom:

"Whoever transcribed it well, I will make them the class monitor; whoever transcribed it poorly, don't blame me for being impolite."

Inside the classroom, the faces of all the students who had been transformed from martial artists looked ugly to the extreme.

They were filled with extreme resentment; their hard-earned power was being drained away for no reason, so who could be happy?

Lu Jianxia had already finished her transcription, her forehead covered in sweat, and she cast a grateful look at Chen Yan.

If it weren't for Chen Yan giving her a sliver of the power of the aura of life and death, she would have been forced to have her own power drained.

One must know.

She was still in the middle of advancing, and the process of advancing to the Eighth Rank was already incomparably dangerous; once her power was damaged, it meant she would suffer Dao wounds.

Lu Jianxia began to feel anxious in her heart.

Her older brother, Lu Wuyi, was also advancing at this moment, and he did not possess an Immortal Will.

Just at this moment.

"Teacher."

Chen Yan suddenly spoke up.

In an instant, everyone in the entire classroom looked at Chen Yan, their faces showing astonishment.

The female teacher's expression turned unpleasant, and she looked coldly at Chen Yan:

"Why is it you again? Why do you have so many issues every single day?"

Chen Yan said:

"Teacher, you just said the characters I wrote didn't look good, so I wrote three more copies. Could you take a look? I intend to hand in the one that is written the best."

As Chen Yan's voice fell, the students who had been transformed from martial artists frowned, stunned.

They had only written one copy and already felt like they were at death's door.

As it turned out, this person had written three.

"Oh?"

The female teacher's eyebrows lifted slightly. She walked to Chen Yan's side and indeed saw that Chen Yan had transcribed three copies. A smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, and she looked at Chen Yan with extreme satisfaction:

"Look at this, everyone; this is what a good student should look like."

The female teacher picked up the three papers Chen Yan had transcribed and examined them carefully, but soon frowned:

"These characters are just too ugly."

She directly crumpled the first sheet into a paper ball and threw it at Chen Yan.

"This one is also ugly." The female teacher threw another one, and upon seeing the last one, her expression still carried dissatisfaction:

"This one is already the best-looking one, but it is still..."

She shook her head in disgust:

"Indescribable."

However, she still smiled and looked at Chen Yan with satisfaction:

"But Teacher understands your effort. Although every sheet you wrote is ugly to the extreme, every sheet shows more effort than the last."

Afterward, the teacher inadvertently glanced at the paper Lu Jianxia had transcribed and sniffed:

"Why does it smell so bad? Did you leave your schoolbag in the restroom when you went back last night?

And the writing is still so ugly."

The female teacher fanned her nose and then walked away.

Chen Yan's expression was calm as he smoothed out the two papers the female teacher had crumpled into balls.

The handwriting on these two papers was exactly the same.

The reason the other party said the writing was ugly was because she clearly sensed that the content Chen Yan transcribed was problematic, but she couldn't pinpoint where the problem was.

The other party was not an Ancient Divine Beast, but merely a part of the rules within this environment.

One could view it as a firewall within the electronic network of the Yu Clan's technology.

And what Chen Yan transcribed was a virus disguised as high-quality data.

Chen Yan's imitation was much better, so the female teacher only said the writing was too ugly.

But Lu Jianxia's imitation ability was far inferior to Chen Yan's, and she had used the natural enemy of malice: the power of will.

Therefore, the female teacher not only said the writing was ugly but also said the paper Lu Jianxia wrote smelled bad.

Ancient Divine Beasts have an innate hatred for the power of will.

As for Chen Yan's third transcription, it would be evaluated much better by the female teacher.

That was because, after three imitations, Chen Yan was already getting closer and closer to the essence of the malicious technique itself.

It appeared as though the text written all three times was the same.

But every time Chen Yan wrote, it was more perfect and closer to the rules of malice.

This rule was Chen Yan's enemy, and also Chen Yan's teacher.

Just at this moment.

The female teacher had already collected the papers on which the entire class had written their dictation, and she looked at all the members of the class:

"Not bad at all; it seems you all truly recited them diligently after returning home."

The female teacher looked at Chen Yan:

"You, yes, that's right, you, what is your name?"

Chen Yan stood up and spoke:

"My name is Yu Laiwei."

"Right, right, right, Yu Laiwei."

The female teacher revealed a smile:

"From now on, you are the class monitor of Class 3, Grade 2. Being a class monitor is an honor, but even more so a responsibility, do you understand?"

"Understood," Chen Yan said.

Inside the entire classroom, all the martial artists looked at Chen Yan; some were puzzled, some were confused.

The other party must know the method to resolve the rules of this place, otherwise, it would be impossible to complete the dictation three times in one go.

The Creation Realm experts of the Great Xia felt heavy-hearted, while the Creation Realm experts of the Five Clans revealed smiles.

Lu Jianxia looked at Chen Yan, and a trace of a smile also appeared at the corners of her mouth.

The female teacher nodded with satisfaction, but suddenly her brows furrowed slightly, and she looked at Chen Yan, saying:

"However, as the class monitor, your handwriting is a bit too ugly. I will gift you a calligraphy practice book as a reward for being the class monitor.

You must finish writing it as soon as possible and hand it to me before school ends this afternoon."

As the female teacher spoke, an inexplicable majesty radiated from her entire body.

Chen Yan's expression did not change, but Lu Jianxia's expression turned cold.

Just then, the female teacher truly handed a calligraphy practice book into Chen Yan's hands:

"The quality of your handwriting is a hidden score; if your handwriting is poor, even if you learn well, you won't be able to get a high score, understand?"

Chen Yan nodded.

Soon, the class continued, and the female teacher spoke:

"Open your language textbooks to page thirty-five and read aloud."

Soon, a uniform sound of reading aloud suddenly rang out within the entire classroom.

"Dai bi dai bi dai bi, dai bi dai bi dai bi, dai bi dai bi dai bi!"

Under the female teacher's extra-attentive gaze, Chen Yan opened the calligraphy practice book.

Chen Yan narrowed his eyes; this calligraphy practice book was filled with all sorts of exaggerated and inexplicable characters.

Such as 【Liang Pian Wo Sui Liang Shi Ran Liu Dian Tang Hao Yao】 and the like.