The Great Wei Palace of Literature.
An unparalleled vision reflected in the vault of heaven.
A saint’s silhouette also appeared in the Palace of Literature. No one had expected that Xu Qingnian had attained enlightenment of the Holy Dao at this juncture?
Was he about to become a saint?
The Confucian students revealed shocked expressions.
The great Confucian scholars all had ugly faces, especially Cao Ru and Fang Ru, who most certainly did not want Xu Qingnian to become a saint.
They had previously speculated whether Xu Qingnian would become a saint directly after reading the Twelve Books of Zhu Sheng.
But what they didn’t expect was that such a thing would really happen.
They did not believe that Xu Qingnian could become a saint.
But for Xu Qingnian to become a saint with the help of the Twelve Books of the Vermilion Sage, they believed that it was possible.
The twelve books, which were written by the saints themselves, expounded the ways of heaven and earth, the ways of all things, and were too profound and esoteric.
If one read it, it was not impossible to become a saint in one day.
But they did not want Xu Qingnian to become a saint.
However, just at this moment.
A magnificent and incomparable voice rang out.
“Scorn the saints.”
“Do not become a saint.”
This voice resounded with unparalleled grandeur, a deliberate attempt to interrupt Xu Qingnian’s epiphany and prevent him from becoming a saint.
This was the voice of Hong Sheng.
At a critical moment, he stepped in, absolutely not allowing Xu Qingnian to rely on Zhu Sheng’s Will for his enlightenment.
He was also afraid, very afraid, afraid that Xu Qingnian would become a saint.
If Xu Qingnian became a saint, it would be a heavenly blow to the Great Wei Palace of Literature, even more terrifying than a First Grade subduing the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
“BullSh*t!”
Right at this moment, in the middle of the Great Wei Palace, Wu Ming’s voice rang out.
He was originally cleansing his body of demonic Qi, but Xu Qingnian’s vision of becoming a saint had startled him.
When he found out that Xu Qingnian was going to become a saint, Wu Ming had mixed feelings. He was happy that Xu Qingnian would become a saint, but he was worried that after Xu Qingnian became a saint, he would not be interested in the martial arts again.
However, when he heard Hong Sheng’s words, Wu Ming was outraged.
With a word of bullSh*t, he directly disliked back.
However, Wu Ming’s voice rang out, and did not make Hong Sheng afraid, on the contrary Hong Sheng’s attitude, more resolute Dao.
“Xu Qingnian all the time despises my Great Wei Palace of Literature, slanders the saints, and now wants to become a saint with the help of Zhu Sheng’s book, does this not seem a bit ridiculous?”
“Sir, as a First Grade, you can indeed ignore the rules, but can all reason be disregarded?”
Hong Sheng’s voice rang out.
Normally, he had suffered a great loss at the hands of Wu Ming and should reasonably be more honest, but now Hong Sheng still dared to speak up, which proved one thing.
He did not want Xu Qingnian to become a saint.
Moreover, he was already panicking.
Once this was said, Wu Ming’s expression remained unchanged as he looked at Hong Sheng and said indifferently.
“When did my disciple ever slander Zhu Sheng? As for despising the Great Wei Palace of Literature, tell me old man, when did the Great Wei Palace of Literature represent the Vermilion Saint?”
“You and the others, to put it nicely, are of the Zhu Sheng lineage, disciples of Zhu Sheng, but to put it more unpleasantly, has Zhu Sheng personally accepted you as disciples? You are doing unseemly deeds in the name of the saints, and this is the Zhu Sheng lineage?”
“Today, my disciple will become a saint, whoever dares to interfere, I will kill his whole family.”
Wu Ming’s voice was cold.
Today, the Great Wei needed a saint.
If it was a young saint, it would indeed be a fatal blow to the Palace of Literature. Wu Ming did not want to go against the Palace of Literature, but he just did not want any more chaos to happen in Great Wei.
And since Xu Qingnian was his own disciple, he was naturally more partial to his own disciple.
“Sir, if Xu Qingnian is willing to join my Zhu Sheng lineage and he becomes a saint today, I am willing.”
“But if Xu Qingnian is not willing to join my Vermilion Saint lineage, and he becomes a saint today, I will not agree.”
Hong Sheng opened his mouth, his will incomparably firm.
This was a despicable tactic, using this as a reason to attack Xu Qingnian, not wanting him to become a saint as a result, and although it stood up, in the eyes of many people, Hong Sheng seemed to have fallen somewhat short.
After all, for the people of the world, one more saint was ultimately a good thing, but for the Great Wei Wen Palace, for the Zhu Sheng lineage, any saint who was not theirs would be an alien.
“You don’t agree? And what can you do?”
Wu Ming said in a contemptuous tone.
But Hong Sheng’s voice continued to ring out.
“Sir, you are a First Grade Martial Dao with unparalleled battle prowess, and I know that Hong knows that, but the matters of the Confucian Dao, I understand more than you do, Hong.”
“I still hope that sir will not interfere in the affairs of my Confucian Dao.”
Hong Sheng continued to speak, he did not want to make an enemy of Wu Ming, but if Wu Ming forced himself to interfere, he had no fear.
“Then today, I would like to see how you can stop my disciple from becoming a saint under the eyes of the old me.”
Wu Ming’s voice was cold and terrifying.
He was completely moved to kill.
If Hong Sheng really dared to act in a reckless manner, he did not mind cleansing the Palace of Literature in blood.
“Sacrifice the Sacred Weapon of the Palace of Literature.”
“Gather the power of the readers to stop Xu Qingnian from becoming a saint.”
“This man scorned my Zhu Sheng, disrespecting the elders above and treating the young below, this man has no virtue or ability and is not worthy of being a saint.”
“Today, I, Hong Zhengtian, will gather the strength of the readers of the Zhu Sheng lineage to stop Xu Qingnian from becoming a saint.”
Hong Zhengtian did not have any more nonsense, he would rather pay the price of his life than allow Xu Qingnian to become a saint.
As his voice rang out.
In an instant, the First Grade Heavenly Might also appeared.
“The Vermilion Saint lineage, with its demons rampant, is blocking my disciple from attaining sainthood.”
“Today, I will cleanse the Palace of Literature in blood and return the world to a clear and clear sky.”
At this moment, Wu Ming didn’t have any more nonsense, he didn’t want to go this far, but for Xu Qingnian he was fearless, today he would wash the Palace of Literature in blood.
Kill out the First Grade Heavenly Might.
Boom boom boom!
The Eight Jade Sacred Rulers and the Hao Ran Wen Zhong exploded with immeasurable light at this moment, rushing up into the sky and blocking the First Grade Heavenly Might.
The will of the readers of the Vermilion Saint lineage also gathered from all directions at this moment, like endless energy, and poured into the sacred weapon.
Blocking the heavenly might.
And within the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
The Confucian students were all excited as they added their faith.
Only there were some great Confucians who inexplicably frowned.
They naturally did not want to see Xu Qingnian become a saint, but if Xu Qingnian could really become a saint, wouldn’t it be for the good of the world?
They frowned and fell into contemplation, and inexplicably, they always felt that something was odd.
But at that moment, Hong Sheng’s voice rang out again.
“Xu Qingnian!”
“If you join my Zhu Sheng lineage, today, Mister Hong can make you a saint.”
“If you refuse, today, Hong Mou, inviting the will of the Vermilion Saint, vows to block it to the death.”
Hong Zhengtian opened his mouth as he looked at the increasingly solidified holy image in the middle of the Palace of Literature and spoke out in this manner.
Xu Qingnian becoming a saint would have too great an impact on the Palace of Literature.
Even if Xu Qingnian became a saint again after the Great Wei Palace of Literature broke away, he would not do so.
Now that Xu Qingnian had become a saint, the Great Wei Palace of Literature would be in real trouble if it wanted to break away.
This was what he feared, and why he must stop Xu Qingnian.
A deafening voice rang out.
The Great Wei Palace of Literature.
Inside the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.
Xu Qingnian was not affected by any outside influence at all, but kept thinking about Zhu Sheng’s Holy Will.
At this moment, a flat lake appeared in Xu Qingnian’s mind, an epiphany.
Xu Qingnian fell into a complete and utter epiphany, forgetting everything and remembering nothing but his own identity.
In the middle of the flat lake, Zhu Sheng’s figure stood there, standing with his arms folded, blossoming with a million rays of light and a smile on his face as he gazed at himself.
The magnificent sound of chanting resounded, while he himself stood on the shore, surrounded by no boats, and the twelve sacred books formed step after step, pointing straight to the holy path.
Xu Qingnian understood that as long as he walked in front of Zhu Sheng, he would become a saint himself.
This was the holy dao of perception.
Among the twelve books of the Vermilion Saint was his Holy Dao.
The Way of Heaven and Earth.
The Way of the Universe.
The Way of All Things.
The Way of Nature.
This is Zhu Sheng’s intention and his central idea: to preserve the principles of heaven and destroy the desires of man.
Since the birth of heaven and earth, the universe has evolved and given birth to all things and nature, all of which are born together and are likewise born together.
Wisdom is the being that creates everything and makes everything beautiful, while desire is the being that destroys everything and makes everything unpleasant.
When man has desire, he gradually becomes unscrupulous, ignoring everything, seeking only to achieve his ends, destroying nature, harming others, and making heaven and earth dirty and ugly.
And the higher the status of the person, the more ugly the desire will bring.
A martial artist, if he desires, will run amok and oppress the weak.
An official, if he desires, will be a governor for three years and a hundred thousand snowflakes of silver.
The immortal, if he desires, will break the taboos and disobey the laws of heaven in order to live forever.
The emperor, if he desires, will fight endlessly, with countless dead and wounded and bones like mountains.
All things in heaven and earth are mutually exclusive, and it is only when one has desires that one becomes human.
This is the central idea of Zhu Sheng.
It is also his holy path.
Xu Qingnian listened with rapt attention, he had already glimpsed the holy path, and at this moment, he moved.
Walking up the stone steps.
One step, two steps, three steps, ten steps, twelve steps.
The Vermilion Saint Void, only one final step away from himself.
If he crossed this step, he would completely enlighten the Holy Dao and achieve Half-Sainthood.
However, at that very moment.
A voice came into this heaven and earth.
“Shouren! Wake up!”
“His holy dao is not your holy dao.”
“Don’t get caught in the path.”
Xu Qingnian looked around in some confusion, there were no figures or voices.
He couldn’t even remember whose voice it was, as if it was familiar, and as if it was unfamiliar.
“The Way of Heavenly Reason is regarded as the Holy Way.”
“The Way of Extinguishing Desire, regarded as the Way of Man.”
“Xu Shouren, step through this step and you will be able to prove the supreme holy dao.”
Zhu Sheng’s voice rang out.
He looked towards Xu Qingnian, his tone calm and his face gentle.
In an instant, Xu Qingnian did not hesitate as he lifted his foot and prepared to cross the final step.
Only, at that very moment.
The voice rang out once again.
“Don’t go over.”
It was still a familiar voice, but it seemed strange.
Who was it?
Xu Qingnian frowned as he retraced his steps and turned to look around, but unfortunately there was not a single sound.
“It’s a heart demon.”
“Don’t bother.”
Zhu Sheng’s voice rang out.
Giving an answer.
Informing Xu Qingnian that it was a heart demon, telling Xu Qingnian not to think about it.
A heart demon?
Xu Qingnian was somewhat silent.
He wasn’t sure if it was a heart demon, only that the voice was indeed familiar.
Whose voice was it?
He could not think of it.
After a while, Xu Qingnian finally sighed and wanted to continue taking this step.
Suddenly, a terrifying voice rang out.
“Those who defy the saints must not become saints.”
The voice rang out like thunder, causing Xu Qingnian to wake up at once.
All of his memories surfaced, and at this moment, Xu Qingnian came to his senses.
He looked at Zhu Sheng in front of him, the latter’s face was still gentle as he looked at himself, but all that had happened, Xu Qingnian remembered, the voice was Hong Sheng’s voice.
But the voice of Fang just now was Chao Ge’s voice.
Chao Ge asked himself not to become a saint?
No, Chao Ge told himself not to follow the holy path of Zhu Sheng, and to choose his own holy path.
“Brother Chao Ge.”
Xu Qingnian called out in his heart, wanting to ask Chao Ge, yet Chao Ge’s voice did not ring out any more.
Chao Ge had said that if he did not become a saint, they could not wake up, or wait until they woke up themselves, but it would take a long time to wait for them to wake up.
And Fang’s voice should have been Chao Ge sensing that he was about to become a saint, so he deliberately reminded himself not to follow the holy path of others.
An instant.
Xu Qingnian came to his senses.
The holy path of Zhu Sheng was indeed extraordinary, but it was not one’s own holy path.
One’s own holy path should be one’s own to walk, each step by oneself.
And at each step, one has perceptions, not forcibly raised up. But if one becomes a saint now, then one is walking the Way of the Vermilion Saint, someone else’s holy path, and there is nothing wrong with it now, but one cannot break through afterwards after all.
Unable to truly step into the first grade.
This is terrifying.
Even if one became a sub-saint, it would be of no use.
Looking at Zhu Sheng once again, the latter’s face remained gentle as he waited for himself to walk over.
However, Xu Qingnian shook his head and bowed towards Zhu Sheng.
“Sage on high, the student has his own holy path, thank you for guiding him.”
Xu Qingnian opened his mouth and said so.
Once this was said, Zhu Sheng did not have any change in expression, but looked at Xu Qingnian and said.
“Shouren, don’t worry, this dao, you can enter the first grade.”
He did not get angry or annoyed, but informed Xu Qingnian that his holy dao would allow him to become a first-grade literary saint.
However, once this was said, Xu Qingnian shook his head, he had already made up his mind, regardless of whether what Zhu Sheng said was true or not.
Still, he spoke, “The sage is above, and the student believes that everyone is different, and everyone’s dao, too, is different; the sage’s way, which is vast and profound, is not necessarily suitable for the student.”
Xu Qingnian gave the reply that the other party was a Zhu Sheng, a true saint, and respect was a given.
This remark was made.
Zhu Sheng remained not annoyed or angry, but let out a long sigh.
After a while, Zhu Sheng spoke.
“Shouren, what you have chosen is not wrong, but whether it is right or not, I am not sure.”
“But I support your choice.”
“But you must remember, become a saint quickly, not a half-saint, but a First Grade Literary Saint.”
“When you become a Literature Saint, you will understand many things.”
“Also, after you become a half-saint, go to my former residence, I have something to leave you.”
Zhu Sheng opened his mouth, and his words seemed inexplicable, especially the last sentence, leaving something for himself?
Xu Qingnian was somewhat curious.
It was just a split second.
Xu Qingnian’s entire expression could not help but change greatly.
This was because he then realised a problem.
Why did Zhu Sheng know that he was called Xu Shouren?
Wasn’t this Holy Will? How come it felt as if it was the Zhu Saint himself?
“Sage, you …… is the original saint?”
Xu Qingnian opened his mouth to inquire, and he looked shocked.
“It is both a non-identity.”
However the answer given by the latter made Xu Qingnian slightly relieved that it was not the true original saint, but it was not an intention or anything like that either.
“Dare I ask the sage, what does this mean?”
Xu Qingnian continued to ask.
“Are you curious as to how I can know your name?”
Zhu Sheng spoke out.
“En.”
Xu Qingnian nodded while Zhu Sheng slowly said.
“I saw you.”
“In the past, seeing the future you.”
Zhu Sheng’s voice rang out, causing Xu Qingnian to be filled with consternation.
“Saw me?”
Xu Qingnian was a little surprised, he had thought that this was Zhu Sheng’s original self, but now that he learned that it was not Zhu Sheng’s original self, it was even better, what he did not expect was that the other party saw himself in the past.
“En, I saw the future, you five hundred years later.”
“Everyone was crying, there was sadness everywhere, I didn’t know what was happening.”
“I saw only you, as well as hearing the weeping of all beings.”
“Shouren, there are many things I cannot tell you, nor can I tell you, only if you become a saint, then you will understand everything.”
“I would have let you follow my path so that you could become a saint sooner, except that I understand even better that when you have your own choice, everything seems to be destined and I cannot change the future.”
“But I believe that you can change the future.”
“You only need to believe in yourself.”
Zhu Sheng stated the reason for his manifestation, the Twelve Sacred Books, something he had left to Xu Qingnian, and when Xu Qingnian saw such a thing, he would manifest himself.
He would guide Xu Qingnian to become a saint, helping him to do so as quickly as possible.
But if Xu Qingnian chose his own path, he would not think anything of it and would only support Xu Qingnian.
It was just that Xu Qingnian could not understand a single word of what Zhu Sheng said, not a single word of it, like a fog.
“Don’t think too much, just do well in the present moment.”
Zhu Sheng reminded, telling Xu Qingnian not to think too much about these things for now, just know, not to think too much.
“Student understands.”
Xu Qingnian bowed towards Zhu Sheng and said so.
It was also at this moment that a voice like thunder resounded once again.
“Xu Qingnian!”
“If you join my Zhu Sheng lineage, today, Mister Hong can make you a saint.”
“If you refuse, today, Mister Hong, inviting the will of the Vermilion Sage, vows to block it to death.”
As this voice rang out.
Zhu Sheng frowned slightly and looked at the dome of the sky, then looked back at Xu Qingnian and said.
“Is this that fool?”
“Why are you blocking you from becoming a saint?”
Zhu Sheng opened his mouth and spoke as an ordinary person would, causing Xu Qingnian to be a bit speechless for a moment …… , but Zhu Sheng seemed even more puzzled, not understanding why the other party was asking himself to block Xu Qingnian from becoming a saint?
Ah …… This.
Xu Qingnian didn’t know how to explain it all at once.
After thinking about it, Xu Qingnian still opened his mouth and said.
“Sage above, this is your disciple, a half-saint.”
Xu Qingnian replied thus.
“My disciple?”
For an instant, Zhu Sheng could not help but look towards the heavens again, and soon he frowned and said.
“My disciple, he should not be stupid.”
“What’s the point of blocking you from becoming a saint? Even if there is even greater hatred, a Confucian is benevolent and should feel happy, blocking someone from becoming a saint is a calamity for all the people of the world.”
“Why is he like that?”
Zhu Sheng could not help but make a puzzled sound.
As a saint, he knew even more about benevolence and love. Confucians were impartial and had great love, even if they did not like others, but if the other party was working for the people of the world, then private was private and public was public.
It is possible not to befriend the other party, but not to harm others, otherwise what kind of Confucianist is this?
The truth is that the way the world’s scholars look nowadays really makes Xu Qingnian curious about what kind of person Zhu Sheng really is.
Now it seems to be just as he had guessed, Zhu Sheng is a saint, how could he be such a saint?
And this group of scholars from the Great Wei Palace of Literature had obviously distorted the meaning of the saint completely.
Thinking of this, Xu Qingnian could not help but tell Zhu Sheng everything in detail, but Xu Qingnian did not go into too much detail, but instead gave a general account of what had happened.
However, after Xu Qingnian had finished telling all the things.
Zhu Sheng’s voice rang out.
“You didn’t lie to me?”
“That shouldn’t be the case.”
“These disciples of mine, although they are all said to have poor qualifications, it doesn’t make sense that they should be like this?”
“What I taught them was actually benevolent, how come they are all so sinister?”
“No, if this continues, are they still Confucians? What’s the difference between them and villains?”
“D*mn it.”
Zhu Sheng inexplicably looked a little agitated.
If we say that before, Zhu Sheng did not have any emotional change, but after hearing what Wen Gong had done again, Zhu Sheng’s entire person became agitated.
It was an unusual excitement.
At the end, Zhu Sheng even cursed a foul word, causing Xu Qingnian to freeze.
Good man, I didn’t expect a saint to swear at his mother?
But thinking about it, one’s own disciples, to say that they were unproductive, it was nothing to say, one could only say that the offspring was not good.
But the question is, if one’s disciples do something wrong, do harm to others, and are selfish, this is not okay, you are completely against the Confucian Way.
What is the difference between this and deceiving one’s master and destroying one’s ancestors?
But Xu Qingnian still spoke out to persuade.
“The sage should not be angry.”
“However, they also said that you taught all this and that it was your intention.”
Xu Qingnian spoke up.
When this was said, Zhu Sheng was dumbfounded.
“I said that? When did I ever say such a thing?”
“I’ve always F**king told them to be humble, that Confucians should be benevolent and unselfish, isn’t that a disservice to me?”
Zhu Sheng’s entire body was dumbfounded.
When had he ever said such things? He himself said every day, day in and day out, to be benevolent, to be humble, to have great love, not to be jealous of others, to praise others, to work hard.
But I never thought that his own disciples would play this trick?
Hiss.
At this moment, Zhu Sheng’s brain broadened a little painfully.
Just for a split second, Zhu Sheng suddenly changed his expression and looked at Xu Qingnian and said.
“I know!”
“I understand.”
His sudden outburst caused Xu Qingnian to become somewhat curious.
“Sage, what have you understood?”
Xu Qingnian was filled with curiosity.
“No, my disciples would never be like this, someone did it on purpose.”
“Shouren, do you know about immortal corpses?”
Zhu Sheng spoke up and asked Xu Qingnian.
“I know.”
Xu Qingnian nodded.
And Zhu Sheng immediately said.
“Before the Great Ancestor established the Great Wei, there were immortal corpses falling from outside the sky, and the Great Ancestor was not the first person to see them.”
“According to my investigation, there were a total of five people who saw the immortal corpse before Tai Ancestor, to be more precise, not necessarily five people, a few of them were of the demon race.”
“In short, among these five people, one must be a Confucian, I detected him when I became a saint back then, but he is hiding too deep, this person should have some great secret.”
“This secret has a great deal to do with the yin and yang forces of heaven and earth, and the yang force has a great deal to do with the Confucian, I suspect that this man waited for me to disappear and infiltrated the Palace of Literature.”
“Or maybe it was his descendants who infiltrated among the Palace of Literature and became the ruler of the Palace, misleading the world’s readers and making them gradually forget the original heart of Confucianism through means.”
“That is why the readers of the Palace of Literature have become like this.”
“Confucianism is not Confucianism, the readers are not readers, this is very likely, Shouren, you must investigate this matter seriously, this is no joke, this person’s plan is too big, he wants to completely corrupt the foundation of Confucianism.”
“If he really succeeds, the consequences are unimaginable, even I see your future, your future, is related to this person, you must investigate clearly, who is it.”
“Know what?”
Zhu Sheng spoke extremely fast, informing Xu Qingnian, and at the same time, he also told a peculiar secret.
“Infiltrating the Palace of Literature? Taking control of real power and corrupting the roots of Confucianism?”
“Hiss!”
Xu Qingnian took a deep breath, he honestly didn’t expect it to be like this.
But when Zhu Sheng said so, Xu Qingnian really thought that it was possible.
Otherwise, what Zhu Sheng had imparted was clearly benevolent, but it turned out that by now, it was still benevolent? It was all a bunch of demons and monsters.
And it definitely didn’t become like this in a year or two, it changed with every little bit.
If there was someone behind the scenes, Xu Qingnian’s scalp tingled for a moment, spending hundreds of years to bring down the Confucian Way and corrupt its foundation.
What was this person plotting again?
“Please rest a*sured, Sage, the student will definitely investigate carefully.”
“However, Sage, do you have any means, or any way, to at least suppress it, it’s a bit overwhelming now with my ability alone.”
“Another thing is that the Great Wei Palace of Literature is about to break away, I suspect that this is also this person’s plan, is there any way to stop it?”
Xu Qingnian mentioned another thing, something about the Great Wei Wen Palace.
“What?”
“The Great Wei Wen Palace breaking away?”
When Zhu Sheng heard this, he completely sat up, he couldn’t be calm ah.
“En.”
Xu Qingnian nodded and said with a firm expression.
“Then there must be someone behind the scenes, there must be someone.”
“Son of a B*tch, taking advantage of my absence and trying to tarnish my reputation?”
“It’s a good thing the old man kept his F**king hand in, otherwise, I’d really be screwed by these guys.”
Zhu Sheng cursed and cursed, to make a saint so angry, it was evident what the Confucian students of the Great Wei Palace of Literature had done at the moment that was unethical.
“Shouren, I can’t make a move now, nor can I do so.”
“But I once left a hand, after becoming a saint, go to my former residence.”
“Within my former residence, there is something I left for you, with the help of that kind of thing, I have an essence of holy qi in it, and I can condense a true holy will.”
“When the time comes, don’t worry about anything, leave it all to me.”
“But don’t rush, wait for the person behind the curtain to reveal himself, then you can release my holy qi essence, in that case, I can lock his aura.”
“The world’s readers are ignorant, after you become a half-saint, with the help of the Hao Ran Wen Zhong, it is just the right time to suppress them, remember, as tough as you can, especially these sons of B*tches from the Wen Palace.”
“Corrupting my reputation is small, but crippling the world’s people is big, and I, Zhu, will not share the sin.”
“But must remember, do not kill Confucius, if you want to kill, kill the head, now this person who is screaming outside is just a pawn, kill him, someone will naturally step in.”
“Put a long line to catch a big fish, do you understand.”
Zhu Sheng said so, a statement that was incomparably bold and at the same time decisive.
A saint was worthy of being a saint.
Xu Qingnian inexplicably felt that it was reasonable for Zhu Sheng to become a saint, and that he was righteous and clear about right and wrong.
Although his words were a bit rude, a saint is also a human being, who wouldn’t be angry when encountering such things?
“Sage, please rest a*sured that the student understands.”
Xu Qingnian said categorically.
“En, good boy, I’ll leave the rest to you, you’ll have to suffer a little, but don’t worry, all the grievances you suffer, I’ll make them pay back tenfold.”
The vain shadow of Zhu Sheng gradually dissipated, but his words, however, were categorical.
“Don’t worry, Sage, for the sake of the world’s people, this little aggravation of the student is nothing.”
Xu Qingnian said seriously.
And at that moment, Hong Sheng’s voice rang out again.
“Xu Qingnian!”
“If you don’t answer, this Saint will gather the power of the world’s readers and awaken the will of the saints.”
Hong Sheng shouted outside, saying so.
And Zhu Sheng’s gaze could not help but look above the vault of the sky, with a deep meaning in his eyes.
“Shouren, this man, don’t kill him, ……. Leave it to me, let me do it …….”
Zhu Sheng opened his mouth and left his last words, but before he could finish the last word, his figure disappeared, and for a moment, it was unclear what Zhu Sheng meant.
But what Xu Qingnian knew was this.
The Zhu Sheng lineage.
It could wait to die.
As long as he became a Saint himself and got the Saint Qi Origin, he would have an amazing show to watch.
It was also at that moment.
Suddenly, all the scenes disappeared.
The next moment.
Xu Qingnian returned to reality.
The twelve books of holy words were still blossoming with golden light, and the purple Vast Qi, which filled the entire Hidden Scripture Pavilion, was filled with storm clouds and thunder outside.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
“Hong Sheng, make a move, if you don’t make a move, the First Grade will kill in.”
“The two holy weapons can’t stop the First Grade, so make a move.”
A great Confucian spoke up, his voice urgent.
Wu Ming was completely furious as he stood atop the Great Wei Palace of Literature, constantly blasting the Palace barrier as the two Saint Weapons trembled, and the Saint Weapons could hardly even resist the power of the First Grade.
This was supreme battle power, and it was already the limit for a Saint Weapon to block three strikes.
“Xu Qingnian!”
“This is the path you have chosen for yourself, don’t blame this Saint for it.”
In the next moment, Hong Sheng struck again.
Only, just then, Xu Qingnian’s voice rang out.
“Noisy!”
A loud voice rang out, and it was also a response to Hong Sheng.
It was almost the same time.
Xu Qingnian had already left the Literature Palace Hidden Scripture Pavilion.
He walked out inside the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.
In an instant, all the holy qi, all of it, dissipated, and all the visions gradually disappeared.
In particular, the holy image in the middle of the Palace of Literature also gradually faded away.
People looked at Xu Qingnian with astonishment in their eyes. According to theory, Xu Qingnian should be in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion having an enlightenment.
Why did he appear here for no reason?
When they looked at the deflated holy image, the crowd had a moment of clarity.
Xu Qingnian had failed in his enlightenment and had not become a saint.
Or perhaps, Hong Sheng had succeeded in interfering.
Seeing Xu Qingnian manifest, the attack from the Wen Palace’s side also stopped, the Hong Sheng did not continue to attack, and everything, everything became quiet.
“Disciple, have you not become a saint?”
On the vault of heaven, Wu Ming spoke, and he looked towards Xu Qingnian and asked so.
“Master, my apprentice did not intend to become a saint today, it was my apprentice who gave up on his own initiative.”
Xu Qingnian opened his mouth as he gave his answer.
But as soon as this was said, there were a number of sneers among the Palace of Literature.
“He gave up on his own initiative? Who wouldn’t want to become a saint if they could? To say such things? How ridiculous.
But this was in their hearts, after all, Xu Qingnian’s master was still here, so they did not dare to speak nonsense.
“Give up voluntarily?”
Even Wu Ming was somewhat unconvinced after hearing this.
“Disciple, if they were to obstruct you, my master will take revenge for you by cleansing the Wen Palace in blood today.”
Wu Ming spoke, the Sacred Weapon had blocked it for a while, but now it could no longer be blocked.
He could wash the Wen Palace in blood and take out this vengeance for Xu Qingnian.
“Master, there’s no need.”
“It is true that my apprentice has given up the Sacred Dao, but it is the Way of the Vermilion Saint that has been given up, my apprentice has his own Dao to follow.”
Xu Qingnian gave his reply.
These guys from the Palace of Literature would be out of luck before long.
On the contrary, Xu Qingnian was not so angry anymore, on the contrary, he was eager for these guys to continue being arrogant, and after the revival of the Vermilion Saint’s Will, Xu Qingnian was looking forward to their expressions.
“Seriously?”
Wu Ming continued to ask, he really felt that something was fishy ah.
“When it’s true.”
Xu Qingnian said in an affirmative tone.
With Xu Qingnian speaking like this, Wu Ming did not dwell on it, but looked deeper into the Palace of Literature and said.
“This is the last time.”
“Next time, if you dare to do so again, no matter what my disciple says, I will wash the Palace of Literature in blood.”
“The Sacred Weapon cannot stop the old man.”
Wu Ming’s voice was icy cold.
To be honest he was already determined to wash the Wen Palace in blood, as long as Xu Qingnian nodded his head, he would not hesitate to kill all the readers of the Zhu Sheng lineage in the Wen Palace.
However, looking at Xu Qingnian, he didn’t want to let himself do it, otherwise, he wouldn’t be willing to stop just because of what Hong Sheng had done.
There was no response from the Palace of Literature to what Wu Ming said, after all, they were indeed in the wrong in this matter, and the immediate ending, Xu Qingnian not becoming a saint, was a great joy for them.
Having gained an advantage, they did not dare to sell their good behavior for fear of being beaten.
“Sir, Xu Qingnian despised the Vermilion Saint and now wants to rely on the will of the Vermilion Saint to become a saint, which is not against heavenly justice.”
“If Zhu Sheng were alive, he would never agree to it either.”
“Mister Hong is just following the way of the saints, of course.”
Hong Zhengtian spoke out, and he gave a reply, but not as strongly as before, after all, Xu Qingnian had not become a saint, and he did not need to do so, only at the end of his sentence, he paused for a moment.
And then continued.
“If Xu Qingnian, is willing to join the Vermilion Saint’s discipline, and at the same time acknowledge the mistakes of the past, the Vermilion Saint’s lineage, is also willing to give you a chance.”
“I will also do my utmost to help you become a saint, it is better to know your mistakes and be able to correct them, the Vermilion Saint lineage is not incapable of tolerating people.”
Thus said Hong Zhengtian, who prevented Xu Qingnian from becoming a saint on the grounds that he had defied the saints.
But all the same, he gave Xu Qingnian a chance, as long as he admitted his mistake and submitted to the Vermilion Saint lineage, then he would not stop it, and would even help Xu Qingnian.
This was really shameless.
“Heh!”
“Open your mouth and shut your mouth to the Vermilion Sage.”
“You can represent the Vermilion Sage?”
“Following the way of the saints? The Vermilion Saint entrusted you with a dream and he said that he would not allow me to become a saint?”
Xu Qingnian laughed coldly.
“Heh!”
Hong Sheng did not say anything anymore, just sneered and said more than anything else, mainly worried about giving Yi Pin a chance to freak out.
Seeing that Hong Sheng did not say anything, Xu Qingnian also knew that they were afraid of their own master.
But Xu Qingnian didn’t waste any more time.
He turned around and left the Great Wei Palace of Literature, having his own business to attend to.
In a flash, Wu Ming appeared beside Xu Qingnian and put his hand on Xu Qingnian’s shoulder, and soon Wu Ming’s expression eased slightly.
He was afraid that Xu Qingnian had been seriously injured because she had been forcibly suspended, but now that he had checked and found that there was no serious injury, he was relieved.
“Master, there is something that I would like you to help me with.”
Xu Qingnian opened her mouth and looked at Wu Ming and said.
“Go ahead.”
“My apprentice intends to go on a trip to see the real folk.”
“However, my apprentice is a little worried, fearing that someone might be able to detect me and work against me.”
“I beg Master to protect the way for me.”
Xu Qingnian spoke his mind.
He wanted to take a trip and feel it for himself.
“Take a trip away?”
Wu Ming was somewhat curious as he looked at Xu Qingnian, somewhat puzzled.
“I’m going to become a saint.”
“Within ten days.”
Xu Qingnian’s Confucian Dao voice transmission informed his master.
When this was said, Wu Ming could not help but reveal his surprise, and then he did not hesitate in the slightest.
“Good.”
He agreed straight away.
“Thank you for your trouble, Master.”
Xu Qingnian was grateful, he knew that his master needed to clear the demonic qi and should have no time to do so, but for his own sake, Wu Ming was willing to delay.
But it couldn’t be helped, it wasn’t that Xu Qingnian was afraid of death, but he was afraid that someone would turn against him.
There were quite a few people who wanted to die themselves now, and with a First Cla*s around, they could at least feel at ease.
“When will we leave?”
Wu Ming asked.
“Today at midnight.”
“My apprentice will go to His Majesty first, and then leave at midnight.”
Xu Qingnian did not want to delay.
He himself had to become a saint quickly, and what had happened today would definitely put pressure on the Palace of Literature, and perhaps the Palace would break away from Great Wei early because of today’s events.
This was not impossible.
So one has to be quick.
But even quicker takes time.
The twelve holy books had made themselves clear about the holy path, but if they wanted to step out of their own holy path, they had to go and feel it.
“Good, at the eastern gate at the time of the son, my master will wait for you.”
Wu Ming nodded, then disappeared into place as he tried to suppress the demonic Qi.
After Wu Ming had left.
Xu Qingnian also, at the first opportunity, rushed to the imperial palace to inform the empress of this matter.
Meanwhile.
In the middle of the small world of the Palace of Literature.
Hong Sheng’s voice, too, rang out.
“Ten days later.”
“The Great Wei Palace of Literature disengages.”
“Can’t wait any longer.”
The voice rang out.
At this moment, all the great Confucians of Heaven and Earth could not help but feel a shock in their hearts.
Something big was about to happen!
