"No, I'm not mistaken—it's you." Ian Song smiled and shook his head. The Thousand-Phantasm Scholar, one of the eight infamous names on the white-haired dean's list, stood before him. This man possessed late-stage Void Fusion strength.
But this guy was a notorious lecher, and his tastes were disturbingly high—every girl he targeted was both talented and beautiful, with impressive cultivation. His possessiveness was downright twisted.
Every girl he played with ended up dead, then turned into a wax statue and stored in his Masterwork Storage Ring.
Rumor had it, he'd already made over ten thousand wax statues.
Because of this, the Great Jin Imperial Court, all the big clans, and the major sects were hunting him down. But he was a master of disguise—no one had ever seen his true face.
The only clue? He loved dressing up as a scholar.
"You've really got the wrong guy! The Thousand-Phantasm Scholar is a legendary figure. Me? I'm just a Nascent Soul cultivator. How could I possibly be him?"
The Thousand-Phantasm Scholar kept denying it.
"This finger technique is called the Question-Heart Finger. If you can take it, I'll let you live. If not—well, you'll die." Ian repeated calmly.
"I'm not the Thousand-Phantasm Scholar, but I'm curious to see just how powerful your Question-Heart Finger really is!" The man replied with a bright smile, but a cold murderous glint flashed deep in his eyes.
Next moment—
Ian raised a finger and struck. As soon as the Question-Heart Finger landed, a thousand illusions exploded into existence. The Thousand-Phantasm Scholar felt a vortex appear before his eyes, dragging his spirit right into it.
Countless scenes flashed before him, one after another.
His face, which had worn a gentle smile, suddenly twisted into a hideous, sickly grimace—a look of pure madness.
In the end—
He coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed.
Wiping the blood from his lips, he looked at Ian with a tragic smile. "Your Question-Heart Finger really is terrifying. I, the Thousand-Phantasm Scholar, admit defeat!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his life force faded away, leaving only a corpse behind.
Ian and the Thousand-Phantasm Scholar hadn't been especially loud, but their conversation wasn't exactly quiet either. Everyone who heard the name was utterly shocked.
Only after Ian left did someone spread the news to the City Lord's Mansion.