Awaken Chapter 152

Kyoto of the Great Wei.

The Heavenly Mirror reflects on the Great Wei Palace of Literature.

All eyes are gathered in the Palace of Literature.

Xu Qingnian went to the Palace of Literature to prove himself.

This is the last resort.

If Xu Qingnian had really practised the supernatural arts, there would be no place for demons and monsters to hide under the Palace of Literature.

But if Xu Qingnian did not practise the magic, he would go to the Palace of Literature and prove his innocence.

The two great scholars, on the other hand, would have to abolish their positions as scholars.

Whatever the outcome, it would be a loss for the Great Wei, but the people did not think so, and they wanted to see Xu Qingnian prove his innocence.

But what will the outcome be?

It was still an open question.

Xu Qingnian walked towards the Palace of Literature, his every step full of determination.

With Chao Ge’s a*surance, Xu Qingnian had no fear of anything.

The Great Wei Palace of Literature was the place where the fifth generation of saints lived, but the Heaven and Earth Palace of Literature in his mind was the palace of the first generation of great saints.

Xu Qingnian also did not believe that the Great Sage was no match for the Vermillion Sage.

Naturally, Xu Qingnian had no fear.

Looking at Xu Qingnian, whose pace was determined, Yan Lei and Sun Jing’an were inexplicably a little peculiar.

“Peng Ru, did you really not find out anything?”

Sun Jing’an spoke up, using his Confucianism divine power to transmit his voice and ask Peng Ru, after all, this matter involved his future future.

If Xu Qingnian really succeeded in proving his innocence, it would be him who would be unlucky.

So it was impossible not to panic.

“Yes, Pengru, have you sensed anything?”

Yan Lei followed suit and asked, in a somewhat nervous mood.

“He has cultivated a foreign art.”

Pengru spoke, his tone very certain.

When this was said, Sun Jing’an and Yan Lei were half relieved.

“Peng Ru, then why didn’t you reveal it on the spot?”

Sun Jing’an continued to ask, since he knew that Xu Qingnian had cultivated a foreign art, why didn’t he just reveal it?

“It’s useless.”

“I can be sure that he has cultivated a supernatural art, he has the Sea of Public Opinion inside him, blocking my Hao Rang Qi, but I still detected something hidden underneath the Sea of Public Opinion.”

“There is a superior person behind him to guide him, so a direct revelation won’t hold any evidence, and His Majesty has already developed resentment towards us.”

“If we insist on allowing Xu Qingnian to disperse public opinion, I am afraid His Majesty will not be the first to agree.”

“And if he doesn’t disperse public opinion, the old man won’t be able to produce any real evidence, and the situation will only freeze then.”

“So why not let him go to the Palace of Literature? If he goes to the Palace of Literature, the truth will be revealed, and they may not listen to what I say, but Xu Qingnian will be dead if he goes to the Palace of Literature.”

“He has underestimated the Palace of Literature, and the world has also underestimated the Palace of Literature, there is the will of the saints there, and there are also holy weapons, even though Xu Qingnian is a great talent in all the ages, but in the face of the holy will, ten thousand Xu Qingnians, will not survive.”

Peng Ru’s voice was categorical.

He knew that the Great Wei dynasty all had good feelings towards Xu Qingnian, and from the moment they were willing to come out and speak for Xu Qingnian, he understood that it was impossible to get Xu Qingnian to admit his punishment through conventional means.

As for dispersing public opinion, this was even more impossible, would Xu Qingnian be so stupid? Even if Xu Qingnian did not cultivate the supernatural arts, he would not be so stupid.

Therefore, he used a retreat as an advance, first asking Xu Qingnian to disperse public opinion, which Xu Qingnian naturally refused to do, and then telling him to go to the Palace of Literature and ask Xu Qingnian to go there to testify himself.

He expected Xu Qingnian to go.

It was not because he was smart, but because the world had no concept of the Palace of Literature, and the world only thought that the Palace of Literature contained the breath of a saint.

But what they did not know was that the Palace of Literature harboured unspeakable power.

Holy intent! Even a wisp of it could suppress a great demon, let alone an existence as small as Xu Qingnian’s.

This was something that even some great scholars did not know, for the great scholars still could not, and only the great scholars of Heaven and Earth could understand parts of it.

Vermilion Saint Literature Palace, the significance is too great, let alone anything else, even if Xu Qingnian is now a great Confucian, he still has to die within the Vermilion Saint Literature Palace.

What Peng Ru said made Sun Jing’an and Yan Lei feel more at ease.

They were indeed a little worried before, after all, they were betting on their own future destiny.

But now it was different. If Peng Ru said that Xu Qingnian had cultivated a foreign art, then Xu Qingnian must have cultivated a foreign art.

The two of them were silent, while Peng Ru’s gaze, however, kept falling on Xu Qingnian.

He had been interested in Xu Qingnian before, but he was also somewhat complimentary.

He had seen what Xu Qingnian had done, so he thought that Xu Qingnian was a wise man, but he had not expected that Xu Qingnian, like many others, was a mortal after all.

The refusal to cooperate with the Great Wei Palace of Literature was one of them, but more to the point, he had underestimated the sage too much, but if he had any respect for the sage, he would not dare to agree to go to the Palace of Literature so directly ah.

“There is one more great talent missing in the world.”

“But this world is never short of great talents.”

Peng Ru thought in his heart, he was full of regret for Xu Qingnian before, but not now.

Because Xu Qingnian was stupid.

He had no respect for the saints, had an empty vision and overestimated himself.

Although this kind of person had great talent, sooner or later something would happen to him, so it was better to die, so as not to bring trouble to the Palace of Literature.

And ahead.

Xu Qingnian did not bother to guess what Pengru and the others were thinking, his pace was unusually firm.

Chao Ge and Broken Evil had already given themselves a piece of mind.

Not only would the Great Wei Palace of Literature not affect him, but Brother Chao Ge and Brother Broken Evil would even cause the Palace of Literature to resonate.

And one has to do something about it.

The Great Wei Literary Palace is divided into two main factions, one faction honours one’s own intention or a few other saints who belong to the Confucianism of Great Wei, and they have a sense of belonging to Great Wei.

The other faction, on the other hand, is the school of the Zhu Saints.

A saint, supreme, this Xu Qingnian understood and never raised a hint of blasphemy, every saint deserves respect.

It is only that the meaning of some saints has been misinterpreted by later generations and turned into another meaning.

Those who can become saints are recognised by heaven and earth, and at this level, they have almost reached the realm of selflessness, for the sake of the world’s people.

In other words, most of the great scholars in the Great Wei Palace who support the Zhu Sheng lineage are saintly pseudo-conservatives who, in the name of sainthood, are actually doing what they do for themselves.

Sun Jing’an, for example, had the clear intention of promoting and guarding the school of the Sage of Zhu, which was a good starting point, to continue the learning of the Sage, but as he became a great Confucian, he went off the rails.

Yes, he went off the rails.

Confucians can also go off the rails, go astray, turn their own meanings into those of the saints, and distort the true holy meaning.

One respects the saint and bows three times and nine times when one sees the statue of the saint, but the saint has never said that one should bow down when seeing him, but Sun Jing’an wants all his disciples to bow three times and nine times as a sign of respect.

This is a kind of going off the deep end.

And forcing others to follow his example, those who do not are deviants, and are lightly branded as degrading, or in serious cases, disrespectful to the saint.

Xu Qingnian at this moment was seeing it through to the end.

So he was going to fight back.

With the power of Chaoge, he would make a complete and utter counterattack, and the target of the counterattack was the Zhu Sheng lineage.

Nowadays, the Great Wei dynasty is almost entirely supported by his own people. As long as nothing major happens and no huge interests are involved, the six ministries and the state princes and lords will all trust him.

The internal problems have already been solved by oneself, while the external problems are nothing more than the Sudden Evil Dynasty and the First Yuan Dynasty, and a Northern Expedition, which are still early days.

If one really wanted to stabilise oneself in Great Wei and really wanted to forge the sword of the people, one would have to recruit disciples.

However, it was too difficult to recruit disciples in Great Wei’s Kyoto. The Great Wei Palace of Literature was there, and even if the personality was more charismatic, it was no match for the golden sign of the saints.

Xu Qingnian had previously refused to recruit students from the Great Wei Palace of Literature, not because he didn’t really want to, but because he was worried that the small number of people he recruited would lead to reprisals from the Great Wei Palace of Literature.

But this time, Xu Qingnian intended to seize this opportunity to bring in a group of readers for himself.

As for the so-called school dispute, what does Xu Qingnian care?

If he hadn’t understood the truth, he would have fallen into the realm of heart refinement.

This was thanks to Cheng Lidong.

In the courtroom, Xu Qingnian kept quiet, not because he was too weak to speak, but because he kept thinking about Cheng Lidong in his mind.

It was Cheng Lidong who made Xu Qingnian see the essence of some things clearly.

Not every great scholar deserved this title.

When Cheng Lidong became a pawn, Xu Qingnian was not half surprised.

However, the way they had destroyed Cheng Lidong’s pawn had awakened Xu Qingnian to the truth.

The Zhu Sheng lineage was partly a tumour that he had to get rid of, it was the real enemy at the moment.

This is the real enemy at the moment, and it is not to be underestimated. It is a hundred times more terrifying than Prince Huaining, because they represent 90% of the world’s scholars.

And the Prince of Huaining.

He didn’t care about the process, as long as Xu Qingnian died, he would be satisfied, although he was used, but he achieved his goal.

He would also keep this matter in his heart, and one day, when the time was ripe, he would seek revenge from the Palace of Literature.

So be it.

The Great Wei Palace of Literature.

The people had been waiting outside the Palace for a long time.

With the appearance of Xu Qingnian, the people were speechless, but they all looked at Xu Qingnian with their heads held high, their eyes full of expectation and support.

Xu Qingnian bowed slightly towards the people and then looked towards the Great Wei Palace of Literature.

The Palace of Literature was magnificent.

There were two plaques on the main gate.

One was inscribed by Emperor Taizu himself.

[Sage Immeasurable].

One was added by a later generation.

[The Sage of All Saints].

The plaque added by later generations stands on top of it, and the Emperor Taizu’s plaque stands below it, as a sign of respect.

Inside the Palace of Literature, there are countless palaces and courts, high mountains and waterfalls, small bridges and quiet lakes.

The entire Great Wei Palace of Literature occupies a total of three thousand acres of land, but all of this has been gradually restored, and the real Great Wei Palace of Literature is a palace in the centre.

That is the real Palace of Literature.

The place where Zhu Sheng lived back then.

Xu Qingnian had never been to the Great Wei Palace of Literature since she had entered the capital, but from time to time Xu Qingnian could sense the aura of the Great Wei Palace of Literature.

It had to be said that just by standing outside the palace, Xu Qingnian could feel a surging and incomparable power.

It was an arcane and mysterious power.

It was holy intent.

Xu Qingnian stood outside the Palace of Literature, he did not step into it, but quietly waited for something.

At that moment, Peng Ru had already appeared behind him, and the civil and military officials had also gradually followed, looking at Xu Qingnian with tension in their eyes.

The six ministers, in particular, were inexplicably on tenterhooks.

The one who looked the most nervous was Chen Zhengru, who knew what the Great Wei Palace of Literature meant and who had been trying to stop Xu Qingnian from coming.

However, he felt that Xu Qingnian had the courage to agree to this, so he should have the confidence that Xu Qingnian did not practise a foreign art.

If Xu Qingnian hadn’t shown such confidence, he would have done his best to stop him and helped Xu Qingnian overcome this hurdle in cooperation with His Majesty.

Even if he was misunderstood by the people of the world, what could be done, preserving Xu Qingnian was the way to go.

At this moment.

The sky of Great Wei was cloudless and azure, looking calm and pleasant.

Outside the Great Wei Palace of Literature, Xu Qingnian stopped in her tracks, filling people with curiosity.

“Xu Qingnian!”

“Why do you not dare to step in?”

“Is your heart weak?”

Sun Jing’an’s voice rang out as he spoke loudly, worried that Xu Qingnian was afraid, if at this time, Xu Qingnian chose to retreat, although dirty water could be thrown on Xu Qingnian.

But according to the attitude of the civil and military officials today, as well as the attitude of His Majesty, it is still possible to protect Xu Qingnian.

That’s why he was so eager to speak up, using the most despicable method of provocation to anger Xu Qingnian.

The only thing is that Sun Jing’an’s words were really offensive, and at this moment, even the readers of the Great Wei Palace of Literature hated him.

Outside the Palace of Literature.

Xu Qingnian did not answer Sun Jing’an’s enquiry, but turned around and looked at Pengru.

“Pengru!”

“If I step into the Great Wei Palace of Literature and prove my innocence, Yan Lei and Sun Jing’an will have to abolish their positions as Confucian scholars, are you sure about this?”

Xu Qingnian opened his mouth, standing with his arms folded, looking at Peng Ru, and said so in front of the people.

“What I said is naturally true.”

Peng Ru spoke out, his cloudy gaze filled with confidence.

“Good!”

“Sun Jing’an, Yan Lei, I will give you one more chance. If you two apologise to me now, this matter will come to an end and I will not pursue it.”

“But if you are still bent on having your own way, when Mou Xu has proven himself innocent, the two of you must not …… regret and beg for forgiveness.”

The two of them are not going to be able to ask for forgiveness and regret, which would be meaningless.

“Xu Qingnian, if you’re afraid, just say so, why are you talking tough here?”

“Let us apologise? If you can really prove your innocence, we are convinced.”

Sun Jing’an sneered and would have sneered if the people had not been watching.

“Xu Qingnian, what’s the point of stalling like this? Go straight in, I’m waiting for you to prove your innocence.”

Yan Lei also sneered.

Peng Ru had already said that Xu Qingnian must have hidden a foreign art, but it was just obscured by public opinion. The two of them were extremely confident and did not think at all that Xu Qingnian would be able to successfully prove his innocence to himself.

The Great Confucian of Heaven and Earth could not find out.

The two of them were extremely confident.

“Mister Xu, let’s just nag one more time.”

“If I, Xu, prove my innocence, you will have to abolish your Confucian position in front of I, Xu, and the people of Kyoto will listen, as will the literati of Great Wei.”

“I have already made concessions, I apologise now, I will not investigate the past, I will stop at the point, I will not hurt the peace, are you two really not going to think about it?”

Xu Qingnian did not get angry, but once again spoke in a calm tone.

But once this was said, the two people felt more and more that Xu Qingnian had a weak heart.

The reason was simple: at this moment, Xu Qingnian should be eager to kill them, so how could he still waste his words here? To persuade them?

Do you really think they are fools?

“Xu Qingnian! Don’t waste time here, since you think you’re innocent, walk into the Palace of Literature and see if it’s true or not.”

“Don’t pretend to be a gentleman here, since we dare to say it, we can do it.”

Sun Jing’an and Yan Lei took a step forward and shouted loudly, not caring at all about the peaceful coexistence Xu Qingnian was talking about.

Peace? There was no more peace now.

“You two, are you really not going to think about it anymore?”

Xu Qingnian spoke again, and these words did not only make Sun Jing’an and the two of them a little upset, but even the civil and military officials frowned a little, but instead of being annoyed, the officials became even more worried.

Prince Huai Ning, on the other hand, stood to the side and laughed coldly.

It was clear that Xu Qingnian was truly afraid.

This son was a bit of a pity, but now that it had come to this, he had brought it on himself.

He had brought it on himself.

He did not feel any emotion, he only hoped that the Great Wei Palace of Literature would quickly gather its holy will and kill Xu Qingnian.

Outside the Palace of Literature, Xu Qingnian had asked three times in a row, which really made people feel uneasy inside, and they were all worried about Xu Qingnian.

“Shut up!”

“Get in!”

Sun Jing’an and Yan Lei were somewhat annoyed by the questions, and they lost their composure somewhat and burst out in anger.

Peng Ru, on the other hand, remained calm, for in his eyes, Xu Qingnian was nothing more than a struggle before he was about to die.

“Good!”

“Since the two of you are like this, then don’t blame Xu for being ruthless later.”

Xu Qingnian nodded, he had already given the opportunity and given it back three times.

It was they themselves who did not cherish it.

Thinking of this, Xu Qingnian closed his eyes as he took a deep breath.

In his heart, however, he was already calling out to the two Chao Ge.

“Two elder brothers, my humble brother is ready.”

Xu Qingnian conveyed awareness in his mind.

“Good!”

“Xiandi, see you in a few days.”

The two spoke in a calm tone, but within the calmness, there was determination.

In the next moment, in his mind, the Heaven and Earth Palace of Literature completely awoke, and a beam of light blossomed into a sun in his own mind.

And at the very same moment.

Xu Qingnian did not hesitate to step into the Palace of Literature.

At this moment.

Countless pairs of eyes were staring deadly at Xu Qingnian.

They looked at Xu Qingnian’s figure.

Everyone’s emotions were incomparably complicated.

The people were worried, the literati were puzzled, the civil and military officials were somewhat on edge, while Yan Lei and Sun Jing’an and the others showed their joy, as if they had already seen the image of Xu Qingnian being executed by the Palace of Literature.

It was just one step away!

Just one step away!

Just one step away!

Everyone looked at Xu Qingnian to death, to death, to death.

Finally.

Xu Qingnian took her second step.

She had stepped completely and utterly into the Palace of Literature.

Boom!

It was also at the moment Xu Qingnian landed on his step.

The cloudless sky suddenly filled with a gathering of clouds.

The entire Great Wei Palace of Literature, at the same moment, also erupted with immeasurable light.

“Sage Brother, the Palace of Literature has been activated and will gather a sage’s will for you, the next path is up to you to walk.”

“Remember, if you have time, you still need to help check our past.”

Chao Ge’s voice rang out.

And then, there was no more sound from him.

In his mind, the Heaven and Earth Palace of Literature trembled, the light blazing incomparably, a hundred times brighter than the sun.

Boom boom boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

The entire Great Wei Palace of Literature shook completely and utterly at the same moment, and all the buildings shook as if it were an earthquake.

An unparalleled light emanated from all parts of the Great Wei Palace of Literature, rising into the sky and piercing through all the darkness of heaven and earth.

At that moment!

A wild wind swept in, between heaven and earth, with Xu Qingnian as the origin, like a tornado, and for a moment, the sand flew away, making it difficult for many of the people to open their eyes.

“The Great Wei Palace of Literature has reacted, the Great Wei Palace of Literature has reacted, Xu Qingnian cultivated a different art, it is difficult to escape the eyes of the sages, Xu Qingnian! You’re dead! You’re dead! You are too arrogant, you underestimated the sage, you underestimated the Great Wei Palace of Literature, hahahahaha!”

“Xu Qingnian! You deserve to die, how dare you practice a different art and provoke the wrath of the saints, even if His Majesty comes today, he cannot save you, hahahahahaha!”

Sun Jing’an and Yan Lei let out unparalleled laughter the moment the Palace of Literature shook.

They believed that the shaking of the Palace of Literature was a revival of the sage’s will, sensing the foreign arts within Xu Qingnian’s body and wanting to execute him.

They were excited, they were thrilled.

At this moment.

The dome of the sky in the capital of Great Wei suddenly went dark.

The light dissipated and was replaced by what seemed like eternal night.

The light from the Great Wei Palace of Literature became the only illumination.

All the people of Kyoto, all the powerful, all the eyes fell on the Palace of Literature.

The buzzing!

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

At this moment, in the Palace of Literature, the statue of Zhu Sheng burst into the most blazing light, a light that pierced the heavens and pierced all darkness.

This was holy intent!

A true revival of holy intent!

Sun Jing’an and Yan Lei laughed once more, but the faces of the civil and military officials turned extremely ugly, for they too thought that this was a revival of the saint’s will and wanted to kill Xu Qingnian.

Not only them, but also the people could not help but clench their fists, fearing that Xu Qingnian would really die here.

And at that very moment, all the light, coalescing in front of Xu Qingnian, formed nine steps.

“No!”

“This can’t be!”

Ordinary people did not know what this was, but the Confucian crowd was clear about what this scene in front of them represented.

Peng Ru!

His voice rang out.

The words were filled with shock and incredulity.

His pale face was written with shock, and his eyes were filled with incredulity.

Yan Lei and Sun Jing’an were somewhat stunned, and even the civil and military officials were also stunned.

“This can’t be, this can’t be.”

“This is not holy wrath! This is holy will resonating, Zhu Sheng resonating with it, and the Great Wei Palace of Literature resonating as well.”

“This is impossible, he obviously cultivated a foreign art, he obviously cultivated a foreign art, why, why, why is this happening?”

“This can’t be! Zhu Sheng! You must not be deceived, this man cultivates supernatural arts and hides under public opinion, please be wise, such thieves will eventually become great demons and wreak havoc on the earth.”

Peng Ru roared like a madman, even to the point where he fell to his knees and kowtowed in the direction of the statue of Zhu Sheng.

Xu Qingnian clearly cultivated the supernatural arts, he could be certain of that.

However, from the moment Xu Qingnian stepped into the Palace of Literature, he realised that it was not holy rage, but rather holy intent resonating.

The fifth generation of saints in Great Wei, Zhu Sheng, had recognised Xu Qingnian, and not only recognised, but also resonated with Xu Qingnian, an unspeakable blessing.

In ancient and modern times, even Zhu Sheng’s true disciples, true disciples, had not been fully recognised by Zhu Sheng.

But now Zhu Sheng had recognised Xu Qingnian and resonated with him, an ending that he was unwilling to accept no matter what.

Draped in his hair, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to his death, even if his forehead cracked and blood flowed, he didn’t care, because if Xu Qingnian had succeeded in his self-evidence and still received the saint’s approval.

It would be too great a blow to him, and it would also have a huge impact on the Palace of Literature.

This appearance of Peng Ru caused Yan Lei and Sun Jing’an, two great Confucians, to be completely and utterly dumbfounded.

The smiles on their faces stiffened beyond recognition at this moment, they couldn’t smile anymore.

“Saint ……. Saint …… Holy Will Resonance? How is this possible! How is this possible …… Xu Qingnian had clearly cultivated a foreign art.”

Sun Jing’an’s body was trembling, he was afraid, he was scared, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

In his opinion, Xu Qingnian stepping into the Palace of Literature was a sure death sentence.

But what he did not expect was that Xu Qingnian had caused the sage to resonate.

Such a tactic was simply ……. It was simply ……. It is simply too heavenly.

The first time I saw him, he was looking at Xu Qingnian, his arrogance, his arrogance, his self-confidence, all of it dissipated at this moment.

He believed Peng Ru’s words, but he did not believe that Xu Qingnian could achieve the resonance of the Holy Will.

Great Wei Kyoto.

The dome of the sky was like ink.

The light of the Palace of Literature shone brightly on heaven and earth.

In the middle of the palace, the empress was no longer in the main hall, but in the ancestral shrine, where her gaze fell on a rusty blood sword.

This was the Great Wei’s divine weapon of statehood, the Blood Sword of the Great Ancestor, which united the fortunes of the Great Wei state and possessed incredible power.

She was planning to use this blade to suppress the Holy Will, and if the Great Wei Wen Gong really activated the Holy Will and wanted to kill Xu Qingnian, then she would not hesitate to take up this blood blade.

To save Xu Qingnian.

Although she did not know whether Xu Qingnian cultivated the supernatural arts or not.

But what she knew was that she could not afford to gamble, no matter what the outcome was.

Great Wei could not afford to lose Xu Qingnian.

If she lost Xu Qingnian, she would face another crisis after another.

She needed Xu Qingnian’s help, and Wei needed Xu Qingnian’s help too.

So she did not dare to gamble.

If she lost, not only would Xu Qingnian die, but more importantly, Great Wei might also fall completely.

So.

Even if she risked a big mistake, she had to do it.

But just as she was about to reach for her sword, a terrifying holy intent rushed up to the sky.

The Empress sensed this unparalleled holy intent at first.

Turning around, she looked towards the Great Wei Palace of Literature, her eyes filled with disbelief.

“Sage Resonance!”

“Xu Qingnian …… has actually attracted the resonance of a saint.”

At this moment, even the Empress, who was used to seeing countless great storms, could not help but be completely shocked.

Not only had Xu Qingnian not been punished by a saint, but she had instead caused a saint to resonate, what did this mean? It meant that Xu Qingnian had the qualifications of a saint.

This was a true recognition, not a simple compliment.

A genius of the ages.

It was truly a talent of the ten thousand ages.

The Empress was a little agitated, and she took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down, but she could hardly do so.

This sight almost signified that Great Wei might ……. Another saint was about to emerge.

If that was the case, the day of Wei’s prosperity would be near, really near.

The day is coming.

The expressions of the six ministers also became incomparably shocked.

Chen Zhengru, Gu Yan, Zhang Jing, Wang Xinzhi, Zhou Yan and Li Yanlong.

The six ministers’ mouths were all wide open as they looked at this, their gazes filled with shock.

“Xu Qingnian actually has the qualifications of a saint, the blessing of Great Wei, this is the blessing of Great Wei.”

Chen Zhengru clenched his fist, his heart, which was like an ancient well, was completely shaken.

Of the six ministers, Zhou Yan, in particular, could not help but murmur.

“I’ve actually called a future saint a brother, I’ve lived long enough in this life.”

He was somewhat shameless, but this was also his character.

Even not only him, the State Dukes, and the Liege Marquises were shocked beyond words, and the words spoken by several of them were almost no different from Zhou Yan’s.

Prince Huaining also froze in place.

He looked at all this incredulously, Xu Qingnian was able to attract the resonance of a sage?

Should this son be so heaven defying?

Before, he had invited the Holy Will to behead his own son, and now he was even resonating with the Holy Will.

Each time, it was a miracle at the most crucial moment.

Even though Prince Huaining did not understand Confucianism, he was still clear about what the resonance of the Holy Will represented.

This ……. It doesn’t make sense!

This couldn’t be possible either!

He didn’t believe it, his face was full of disbelief, and in his eyes was shock, unparalleled shock.

And at that moment, the wind and clouds converged.

Xu Qingnian stood between heaven and earth.

He was dressed in white robes, quietly watching everything that was happening before him.

He knew that these were not revealed because of himself, but because of the Heaven and Earth Palace of Literature, because of the Holy Will of the Great Sage.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to form such a sight himself.

Before his eyes, nine steps appeared.

Xu Qingnian did not hesitate as he stepped onto the first step, then the second, the third, and the fourth.

All the way, he stepped onto the ninth step.

This was the step to ascend to the Holy Land.

Nine was the ultimate number, and Xu Qingnian had the qualifications to become a saint.

But just as Xu Qingnian stepped onto the ninth step, the light coalesced again.

A shadow slowly appeared in front of Xu Qingnian.

The people were shocked, and in the Great Wei Palace of Literature, countless great scholars also stared at the shadow with wide eyes, shocked beyond measure.

“Yes! Yes! It is! It’s the Void of the Vermillion Saint!”

“The Void of the Vermilion Saint, this is the Void of the Vermilion Saint!”

“We, bow to the sage!”

“We bow to the sage!”

“It’s the Void of the Vermillion Saint, look, you guys, Xu Shouren has actually invoked the Void of the Vermillion Saint to manifest.”

The voices of the great Confucians rang out, and some could tell at a glance that it was the Void of the Vermilion Saint, and they were the first to kneel on the ground and bow towards the saint.

At the same time, their hearts turned upside down, and there was no other look in their eyes but shock.

They were not the only ones.

Chen Xin, Zhou Min, Chen Zhengru, Wang Xinzhi, all the great scholars, including all the scholars, and the people, all knelt down.

The people, in particular, looked at the saint’s imaginary shadow and shouted out all sorts of voices.

“A saint is revealed! This is a saint manifesting himself!”

“I never thought that one day I would be able to see a saint.”

“The Vermilion Saint has resurrected, the Vermilion Saint has resurrected.”

The voices of the people rose and fell from one another, they were even more shocked, facing the saint, they threw their bodies to the ground, and their eyes were filled with awe.

The gaze of Pengru, on the other hand, was even more shocked and desperate.

The moment Zhu Sheng’s shadow appeared, he knew that he had already lost.

Whether Xu Qingnian cultivated the supernatural arts or not, none of this mattered anymore, because the fact that the sage did not punish Xu Qingnian meant that the sage did not care.

There was no one under heaven who could bail out a person who practised a supernatural art.

But if I had to say it, there was one person who could, and that person was a saint.

The status of a saint transcended everything.

If Zhu Sheng thought that Xu Qingnian was not wrong, then Xu Qingnian was not wrong.

What’s more, they had never produced any evidence to prove that Xu Qingnian had practised a foreign art.

And now, the saint did not punish Xu Qingnian, but on the contrary, he even condensed the shadow, what kind of approval was this?

They did not dare to imagine.

Yan Lei and Sun Jing’an were even more completely numb as they looked at Xu Qingnian with a deadly gaze.

Apart from despair was despair.

From the indifference at the beginning, then the loftiness of Peng Ru’s arrival, then confidence, then arrogance and anger.

And now, it was shock, fear, dread, and ……. Despair, breathtaking despair.

But just when everyone thought that it was over.

A scene made everyone.

A scene that utterly and completely could never be forgotten for the rest of their lives appeared.

A scene that could never be forgotten for the rest of their lives.

The Great Wei Palace of Literature.

The ninth step of the sacred platform.

Xu Qingnian stood on the ninth step.

And the Vermillion Saint Void stood opposite Xu Qingnian.

After the light coalesced and the saint’s shadow fully emerged.

The Void Shadow of the Vermillion Saint, surprisingly, bowed deeply towards Xu Qingnian.

Hiss !!!!!

Everyone’s eyes widened.

Whether it was the people, the officials of the six ministries, the state princes and lords, the scholars or the great scholars, everyone was quiet.

It was completely silent.

Even Peng Ru was dumbfounded.

His eyes were clouded as he watched the scene.

Sun Jing’an and Yan Lei were also dumbfounded.

Chen Zhengru, Gu Yan and the others were dumbfounded.

Chen Xin, Zhou Min, Wang Xinzhi, and all the great scholars and Confucians of the Great Wei Palace of Literature were dumbfounded.

Even a few other Great Confucians of Heaven and Earth in the Palace of Literature were frozen in place.

Zhu Sheng.

This was the Vermilion Saint.

The Void of the Vermilion Saint was the will of the Vermilion Saint.

It was almost the same as the presence of a saint.

A saint.

He even bowed towards Xu Qingnian.

How could he be qualified? What qualifications did he have?

Who in this world could afford to accept a saint’s obeisance?

But Xu Qingnian accepted it, and not only that, Xu Qingnian only made a slight salute.

This ……. It is absolutely impossible.

There are only four kinds of people who can bear a saint’s obeisance.

One kind is the Pre-Sage.

One kind, an emperor, not the emperor of Great Wei, but the emperor after the unification of Great Wei.

One kind, a being who has saved the lives of the world.

One more possibility, a future saint, and one whose achievements will not be lower than one’s own, or will even surpa*s one’s own.

Combining all of the above.

In a moment, an extremely bold thought appeared in the minds of all the people.

Xu Qingnian could definitely become a saint in the future!

Not only would Xu Qingnian become a saint, he would save the world, save the people of the world from fire and water, and accomplish immense merits.

If not, why would Zhu Sheng pay such obeisance to Xu Qingnian?

But in reality, others did not know, but Xu Qingnian understood that Zhu Sheng was not worshipping himself, Zhu Sheng was worshipping the Great Sage again, the first sage in the world.

Himself, indeed, was not qualified to have Zhu Sheng pay a single obeisance.

Boom!

At this moment, the Great Wei Palace of Literature erupted with an infinite amount of light, all of which entered Xu Qingnian’s body.

Wisps of holy intent pervaded the Sea of Public Opinion, suppressing the demonic seed within Xu Qingnian’s body, and no one would ever be able to see the magic demonic seed within his own body again.

Unless a true saint is resurrected.

Otherwise, even if a sub-sage came, he would not be able to see through himself.

This was only a wisp of holy intent, but Xu Qingnian inexplicably felt an unprecedented growth.

An incense stick later.

All the light, bit by bit, dissipated.

The Vermilion Saint Void also gradually dissipated, but inexplicably, Xu Qingnian could not help but frown, because he found that the Vermilion Saint Void seemed to have opened its mouth.

It seemed to be saying something else.

Xu Qingnian looked carefully, but he couldn’t tell exactly what it was, he was only vaguely sure of a few words.

[Eternal doom will come, the world will live]

There were dozens of words in total, but Xu Qingnian only understood these eight words, the rest were completely unknown.

What was this?

Xu Qingnian was curious, but in the next moment, the Vermilion Saint’s shadow completely dissipated, the light died out, and the light of the Great Wei Palace of Literature, at this moment, transformed into an extreme divine light that shot up into the sky.

A million miles away.

In the midst of a mountain range filled with darkness, the divine light of the Great Wei Palace of Literature smashed directly towards this place.

The divine light landed on the ground like a huge ball of water bursting, dotted with divine light, dousing the darkness.

And at that moment.

A cold and terrifying palace.

The ma*s of demons danced about.

A voice suddenly rang out.

“D*mn you! My Holy Sect’s divine birth has been destroyed, the Palace of Literature! It’s the Palace of Literature again, D*mn it! D*mn it! D*mn it!”

Angry roars resounded through the great hall, and countless demons trembled all over.

And the land of the Extreme East of Great Wei.

Tai Shang Sheng Clan.

An old Daoist was gazing at the northwest direction when the divine aura cut through the sky.

The old Daoist could not help but pinch his fingers and calculate.

After a while, a look of shock appeared in the old Dao’s eyes.

“Great Wei! Is another saint coming out?”

“If so, the Seven Demons Sect will never think of breeding a demon birth in their lifetime.”

He was so shocked that the next moment he couldn’t help but say to himself.

“No, I have to prepare and make a trip to Great Wei’s Kyoto to meet this future saint.”

“Yun Yan is also in Kyoto, in a few days, travel to Great Wei Kyoto under the pretext of meeting her.”

The old Dao spoke, looking unusually excited, hating to leave now, but for some reason, he could not move at will, and could only do so through other means.

And at that moment.

In the capital of Great Wei, the vault of heaven was still dark.

All the light had disappeared.

Everyone was quiet.

Pengru’s head was covered in blood as he watched in awe, numb, desperate, disbelieving, and slightly mad.

He had been so clever this time that he had wanted to use the Palace of Literature to suppress and kill Xu Qingnian, but he had never thought that it would turn out to be a botched attempt, not only did he not suppress and kill Xu Qingnian.

Instead, he made Xu Qingnian completely and utterly famous this time.

Saints resonate.

The Vermilion Saint saluted.

Whatever the reason, Xu Qingnian’s name as a future saint was completely established.

He, Peng Ru, would become a joke to the world, and would be ridiculed by the world.

Unaware of saints, having eyes without pearls.

Not only him, Sun Jing’an and Yan Lei, but also Prince Huaining, they will all be implicated.

To slander a future saint for practising a foreign art.

This sin was so great that it was boundless.

Even they could already imagine what they would encounter next.

Everything was quiet.

No one was clamouring.

Most of everyone’s emotions were shocked, and they could hardly calm down enough to speak.

And so it remained, for two quarters of an hour.

Finally, someone came back to his senses.

But soon, he found that the dome of the sky in Kyoto was still like ink.

Except for the Sacred Steps Terrace, which emanated a glow.

There was not a single glimmer of light from the rest.

This made people curious.

The most curious thing was.

Xu Qingnian was actually sitting cross-legged on the Sacred Steps Terrace, seemingly contemplating something.

As time pa*sed.

One incense stick, two incense sticks, three incense sticks.

Half an hour ……. An hour.

Everyone came back to their senses, they had expected Xu Qingnian to say something, but they found Xu Qingnian sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

The crowd did not dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing Xu Qingnian.

And just then.

Xu Qingnian’s voice rang out again.

“I am Xu Qingnian.”

“Today, write a book and become a Confucian.”

A loud voice rang out.

This voice.

Like a shocking wave, it swept up the Great Wei Kyoto, completely.