When Xu Qingnian’s voice rang out.
It was extremely quiet between heaven and earth.
It was even said that it was quiet to the extreme.
The previous Junzi’s first sword had chipped away at the talents of the world’s scholars.
Junzi’s second sword made them suffer.
And this third sword is the sword of asking for the heart.
This sword, which shakes the ancient world, asks for the heart of a gentleman.
When the Sword of Asking the Heart appeared, it scattered between heaven and earth, and a Sword of Asking the Heart appeared before all the scholars.
It did not matter who it was, even if it was Chen Zhengru, Wang Xinzhi, even if it was a reader from the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
In front of everyone, the Sword of the Gentleman appeared, and all the readers, except the half-saints, were subjected to the discipline of the Sword of the Inquiring Heart.
Of course it was not necessarily a disciplinary action.
If you have a clear conscience and you have done what a gentleman should do, then this sword will not affect you in any way.
But if you are a Confucian scholar and you think you are a gentleman, but what you have done is the work of a villain, then do you still dare to call yourself a gentleman?
Do you still have the face to call yourself a gentleman?
This is a very straightforward truth.
Xu Qingnian’s sword was not meant to kill them, but to make them really feel the pain.
It was because the person who wanted the lives of these scholars was not himself, but Zhu Sheng.
Now that he himself had become a half-saint, he could go to Zhu Sheng’s former residence and seek out the Zhu Sheng Origin, and when he found the Zhu Sheng Origin, that would be the end of the Palace of Literature.
No, it was the end of the world’s lineage of Vermilion Saints.
Their faith, their ancestors, the only god in their hearts came out and taught these people a hard lesson, and even Xu Qingnian felt that with Zhu Sheng’s temper, it was possible that he would probably be righteous and clean up the family.
So Xu Qingnian didn’t want to kill them, could killing them stop the mouths of these people?
If they really slaughtered the Wen Palace clean, it would be another scourge at that time. Right now, what one had to do was just to suppress their anger.
Then draw out the real big shots of the Wen Palace.
This is what Xu Qingnian wants to do, these people are just pawns, you kill them and get into trouble instead.
With Zhu Sheng’s backing for himself, Xu Qingnian no longer cared about finding trouble with them.
Of course, the necessary punishment can’t be less, kill, leave it to Zhu Sheng, this is something that Zhu Sheng has instructed a thousand times, it is impossible to summon Zhu Sheng out and let people dry their eyes, right?
It’s time to let the saint do something about it.
Thinking of this, Xu Qingnian’s gaze, became somewhat calm.
However, at this very moment, the Sword of Junzi killed out.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
The sword was extremely fast and nothing could resist it. Some great scholars tried to block it with their Hao Rang Qi, yet they were shocked to find that the Hao Rang Qi diffused out and was all absorbed by the Sword of the Gentleman.
Turning into a stronger energy, it penetrated their hearts.
In an instant, all the readers were subjected to the difficulty of asking for their hearts, and they froze in place, yet mentally they were faced with a judgement.
This was a saintly judgment, and it could not be faked.
“Ah ！！！！！！”
An incomparably terrifying scream rang out from the Great Wei Palace of Literature, it was Cao Ru.
He was the first to let out a miserable scream, he was on his knees, dying of pain, his Confucian body began to crack, his gaze was filled with fear and terror, along with endless pain.
This was inhuman torture, he was in so much pain that he was dying, a normal person would not be able to bear it, and neither could he, but the problem was that the sword of questioning the heart, it made him faint.
The next moment, a scream of misery rang out, little by little, spreading like a ripple.
It spread all the way to the whole world.
Under the heavens, close to 80% of the readers cried with their heads in their hands, while some others did not feel the pain, but suffered unparalleled condemnation in their hearts.
These were the ones who came to their senses later, but what they had done before could not be wiped out just because they had come to their senses.
But it was much better than those people, at least they didn’t have to suffer like this.
All sorts of cries and screams rang out, and those readers of the Zhu Sheng lineage who had previously screamed with unparalleled ferocity were all crying snot and tears at this moment.
They were lying on the ground, rolling around in all kinds of ways, and the sound of their cries was even more deafening.
Xu Qingnian had become a saint, and their end had come, which made them feel desperate, a real desperation.
Yet pain is not the real effect of the Sword of Inquiring Heart, but the destruction of the heart of Confucius.
What is asking for the heart?
To judge from the heart, to think to oneself whether what one has done is the work of a gentleman or not? Is it the right thing for a scholar to do?
Some people may find excuses for themselves, but in the sword of questioning the heart, if your own heart is in a panic, will the excuses you make help?
So no one can escape the sword of questioning, unless you really have a clear conscience!
For example, in the imperial capital of the Great Wei, Chen Zhengru and Wang Xinzhi did not suffer any pain, not just the two of them, but also in the Great Wei Palace of Literature, where Chen Xin, the great scholar, still looked calm after being penetrated by the Sword of Inquiring Heart.
But at that moment, Hong Zhengtian’s voice rang out.
His voice, extremely agitated, roared again.
“Xu Qingnian, is this your holy dao? After you became a saint, is this how you treat the readers of the Zhu Sheng lineage? Is this what you mean by following the teachings of the past saints?”
Hong Zhengtian roared in anger, so angry that he trembled and became furious.
As a half-saint, how could he not know what this Sword of Inquiring Hearts by Xu Qingnian really did?
How could he not know how great an impact this sword of questioning the heart could have?
He was trying to break the hearts of the scholars.
If Xu Qingnian continues like this, 80% of the world’s scholars will not be able to break through the Confucian realm from now on.
Not only that, but every year they will even drop in Confucian status.
If we don’t see it in a year or two, in three or five years’ time, the lineage of Confucian saints will be completely decadent, while Xu Qingnian has become a saint today, not to mention a half-saint.
However, Xu Qingnian is only twenty years old today.
A half-saint at the age of twenty, how terrifying must that be? Xu Qingnian’s future still had two hundred years of glory ahead of him.
If they could last for another twenty years, it would already be a great blessing, unless their plan came to fruition.
Otherwise, Xu Qingnian alone could suppress the Palace of Literature for two hundred years.
If no new great Confucian talent emerged in the future, the Palace would be destined to be suppressed by Xu Qingnian for two hundred years.
If the scholars of the Zhu Sheng lineage had not had their Confucian hearts destroyed, with the power of the group, they would have been able to fight Xu Qingnian at least in the early stages.
Even if Xu Qingnian had become a sub-sage, 80% of the world’s scholars would have been able to fight against him.
But now, Xu Qingnian’s behaviour was an attempt to cut off the lineage of Zhu Sheng.
How could this not cause Hong Zhengtian to curse?
But then Hong Zhengtian’s voice rang out.
In the Smoky Cloud Mansion.
Xu Qingnian’s gaze instantly went cold.
Inexplicably, Xu Qingnian felt that this Hong Zhengtian really did not have a brain, and at this point in time, Hong Zhengtian could still say such words?
He was really shameless, but he was invincible.
In the face of such remarks from Hong Zhengtian, Xu Qingnian didn’t say anything, and the Haoran Wen Zhong instantly shrank and fell onto his palm.
Clang.
Xu Qingnian vibrated a little.
The bell resounded through the world, the sword of questioning heart became even more terrifying, and the screams of misery became even louder.
“Xu Qingnian! You’re trying to drive my Vermilion Saint lineage to extinction.”
When Hong Zhengtian saw this scene, he jumped even more violently.
Clang.
Xu Qingnian shook the Haoran Wen Zhong again, he was already a half-saint, and with the help of the Haoran Wen Zhong, he was simply stronger than ever, and no one could stop him.
“Xu Qingnian! You’ve gone too far!”
Hong Zhengtian let out a roaring sound.
He was truly furious, every time Xu Qingnian shook the Haoran Wen Zhong, the readers of the Zhu Sheng lineage suffered a little more, the more he said, the more Xu Qingnian got up, this was simply not putting himself in his eyes?
According to reason, after Xu Qingnian became a half-saint, he should have known something, but what he didn’t expect was that Xu Qingnian would still act arbitrarily and presumptuously as before, not giving any face at all.
How could such a person become a saint?
It wasn’t just him, there were quite a few powers in the world that were watching.
It was impossible for such a thing to happen in the Great Wei Dynasty without drawing the world’s attention.
The Seven Great Daxian Sects, the Buddhist Sect, the Demon Clan, the Demon Cult, and the evil cultivators of the world were all watching this battle, and indeed according to their thoughts as well.
Xu Qingnian has already become a saint, so what happened just now can be ended, and it is not too much to punish him, but if he wants to destroy the foundation of Confucianism for the world’s readers, it is a bit too radical.
The righteous lineage did not want to see this scene, because whether it was the bad luck of the Zhu Sheng lineage or Xu Qingnian, it would not be a good thing for the people of the world.
Yet the Demon Clan and the Demon Cult maintain a state of calm, they do not want the Confucian Way to grow stronger and stronger, and they certainly do not want to see the Confucian Way fall completely, after all, having the Confucian Way there is a check and balance.
The so-called demons and devils are not necessarily bad people, but they have their own measure. If Confucianism were to fall, they would not feel badly about it, there would be no great harm for them, but there would be no great benefit either.
Who really has the great benefit? It is the evil cultivators.
These people are truly evil demons, and who are they most afraid of? Is it not Confucianism? If Confucianism were to fall, they would be able to do whatever they wanted to do.
The forces of the world have been suppressed by Confucianism too severely.
The righteous path is only Confucianism and Buddhism, while the evil path is only demons and ghosts.
With Confucianism in place, there is no fear of demons and devils in the world, and because of this, the role of the Immortal Sect and the Buddhist Sect is much weaker, especially the Buddhist Sect.
It is reasonable to say that Buddhism subdues demons and possesses innate suppression, but unfortunately, it is weaker than Confucianism, and Buddhism is extremely restrictive, with eight major commandments and sixteen minor taboos, where is it as good as being a student?
They can also become officials and can marry and have children, so naturally it is too difficult to promote Buddhism.
It is only in places like the Western Continent, where poverty is unparalleled, that a Buddhist kingdom can be established; anywhere else, it would be difficult to promote Buddhism.
So now the most joyful people are the evil cultivators, followed by the more joyful ones are the Buddhists.
They could not wait for Xu Qingnian to continue to make trouble, to make a fierce mess, the bigger the better, the better to break the backbone of the Confucian Daoist lineage.
The Buddhists were not worried about Xu Qingnian becoming a saint in the future, because what they had was patience, they could wait, they could simmer, and simmer Xu Qingnian to death.
Clang.
However, in the face of Hong Zhengtian’s roar, Xu Qingnian’s only response was to shake the Hao Ran Wen Zhong.
At this moment, the cries of the world’s scholars rang out.
“Hong Sheng, please, don’t say any more, please don’t say any more, say any more and we’ll die.”
“Hong Sheng, I’m dying of pain, just stop, please.”
“Hong Sheng, save me.”
“Xu Sheng, I was wrong, I was wrong, we were wrong, please, let us go, don’t ring the bell again, don’t ring the bell again.”
That one cry rang out.
The crowd was really hard to bear, one by one, the world’s readers were really crying.
Asking for the sword of the heart made them suffer, and that was even better, Hong Zhengtian didn’t do anything serious, but he was still here to angrily dislike Xu Qingnian.
You can dislike it, but Xu Qingnian shook the Hao Ran Wen Zhong, and it was everyone who was in pain.
Can’t you think of everyone?
The voices of the scholars from all over the world resounded in the Great Wei, this was the power of the scholars that had gathered before.
Now so many voices begged for mercy that the people of Great Wei could not help but burst into laughter.
In the imperial palace, the civil and military officials could not help but laugh as well.
Inside the Palace of Literature, Hong Sheng’s face was red and white, but fortunately, he was in the small world, so no one could see him.
“Xu Qingnian, you use this way to force the world’s scholars, do you think they are really afraid of you? They are all scholars, and you punish them with such torture, are you still a saint?”
“Virtue is not worthy of position!”
Hearing this from a scholar of the Zhu Sheng lineage, Hong Zhengtian became even more furious, just a little pain? Is there a need for this? Do you have no backbone at all?
Hong Zhengtian was now losing face, but even so, he still had to speak tough and angrily rebuke Xu Qingnian.
After these words.
At that moment, a sound rang out.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Clang!
Holding the Hao Ran Wen Zhong in his hand, in the face of such a roar from Hong Zhengtian, Xu Qingnian shook it ten times in one breath, and the Hao Ran Qi in his body was drained by one-fifth.
This!
was his response.
At this moment, there was silence between heaven and earth.
All the scholars were silent.
Inside the Great Wei Palace of Literature, the Confucian scholars froze in place, and there was no longer fear in their eyes, but despair.
True despair.
They could not stand it any longer when the bell was struck three times before, but now they were striking it ten times?
I’m playing with you.
Inside the palace, the six ministers were also silent, this Xu Qingnian was still the same even after he had become a saint.
There was no change at all.
He was really fierce.
But this was quite good, at least Xu Qingnian’s original heart had not changed.
At this moment, Hong Zhengtian was also frozen.
Xu Qingnian is simply ！！！！！ Bullying people too much ah ！！！！！
“My generation of readers, why do we fear pain, gentlemen, hold on, we still have a big killing move!”
Hong Zhengtian yelled, he informed the world’s readers that there was still a big killing move, telling everyone to hold back and not panic, the big deal was to die.
But when Hong Zhengtian said these words, a roar of grief and anger rang out.
“Ah ！！！！！”
“Hong Zhengtian, can’t you F**king stop saying that?”
“You old dog, dare I say it’s not you who’s in pain?”
“Hold back your daddy, you come and try? It doesn’t hurt to stand and talk.”
“Thanks to you being a half-saint, if you weren’t a half-saint, I’d be your ancestor for eighteen generations.”
Some of the scholars just couldn’t bear it any longer, they followed the Wen Gong to make trouble and gave their own hao-li-qi even if they had suffered so many losses.
And now you’re telling yourself to put up with it? How dare I put up with you!
Indeed, the sword of questioning the heart had caused them to suffer heavy mental trauma, and it was no longer physical pain, but physical plus mental pain.
Those who had screamed the loudest before were now crying the hardest.
There were even quite a few readers who, forcing themselves to endure the pain, turned towards Xu Qingnian’s direction and kowtowed to admit their mistakes.
Loudly crying out that they were wrong.
Their downfall was miserable, except that no one pitied them, because such people did not need pity.
However, there was still a group of people who, after hearing what Hong Zhengtian said again, could not help but reveal their excitement, after all, there were still big killing moves that they had not yet used.
Hearing these curses, Hong Zhengtian was finally a little hung over.
“Xu Qingnian, you don’t want to get ahead of yourself, when you really use the great killing weapon, it will scourge the living soul.”
Hong Zhengtian said in agitation, his hatred was boundless as he looked at Xu Qingnian and said so, with a threat in his words.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
However, Xu Qingnian did not reply, but continued to strike the Hao Ran Wen Zhong incessantly.
The reason for this was that Xu Qingnian wanted to see who the big man behind the Palace of Literature was. Zhu Sheng had said that there was bound to be someone guiding the Palace of Literature.
This was the real behind-the-scenes, and if he could force it out himself, even if he revealed himself for a moment, he would go and ask Zhu Sheng to recover.
In one fell swoop, the Palace of Literature would be uprooted.
That way there would be nothing left to worry about.
“Xu Qingnian!”
“Apart from the Zhen Wen Zhong, what else do you know how to do?”
Hong Zhengtian really didn’t know what to say this time, he inexplicably felt like a fool, no matter what he said, Xu Qingnian just clanged with a Hao Ran Wen Zhong.
Is there any end to it?
Hearing these words, Xu Qingnian slowly put the clocks down, followed by a cold gaze from him.
In an instant, the Great Wei Dragon Cauldron hung above his head, and a burst of dragon roars rang out, making the Sword of Junzi even more terrifying.
At this moment, the scholar of the Zhu Sheng lineage let out a ghostly cry now.
Come on, instead of playing with the Hao Ran Wen Zhong, he was playing with the Great Wei Dragon Cauldron.
This was really F**king infuriating.
Hong Zhengtian’s liver was bursting with anger, when he met someone like Xu Qingnian, he really didn’t know what to do.
“Disengage from Great Wei, don’t waste any more time.”
At this moment, a voice rang out from within the Palace of Literature and reached Hong Zhengtian’s ears.
With the sound of this voice, Hong Zhengtian came to his senses, the most important thing right now was to break away from Great Wei, not to tangle with Xu Qingnian here.
“Break away from Great Wei!”
At this moment, Hong Zhengtian’s eyes were bared as he roared out loud.
The entire Great Wei Palace of Literature once again blossomed with endless light.
It wanted to detach.
But at that moment, Xu Qingnian’s voice finally rang out.
“With this Saint around, wanting to break away from Great Wei? Dream on!”
As Xu Qingnian’s voice rang out.
In an instant, the Great Wei Dragon Cauldron transformed into a hundred feet, dropping billions of public opinions, and the true dragon soared out from the cauldron, a terrifying celestial might pervaded, the power of Great Wei’s national fortune.
The Hao Ran Wen Zhong hangs above Xu Qingnian’s head, protecting Xu Qingnian’s safety.
Although the entire Palace of Literature shone brightly, it could hardly move under the suppression of the Great Wei Dragon Cauldron.
Public opinion is like the sea, and the fortunes of the nation are like mountains.
Along with Xu Qingnian’s saintly power, the Great Wei Palace of Literature was indeed unable to stop this kind of pressure.
A half-saint, a dragon tripod of national fortune.
Who could withstand this?
The entire Great Wei Palace of Literature was pressurised to the point of being unable to breathe.
Even Hong Zhengtian could hardly resist such a mighty power of Xu Qingnian.
“Xu Qingnian, are you going to stop even if we break away from Great Wei?”
“Even if you keep us down, the hearts of the people have already been scattered, do you think it will be useful?”
Hong Zhengtian opened his mouth and said so.
In the Smoky Cloud Mansion.
Xu Qingnian poured in the Hao Rang Qi and the Wen Zhong, and then his entire body disappeared.
He appeared in the sky above the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
His phantasmagoria, ten thousand feet high and glorious, was like the only god between heaven and earth.
Looking inside the Palace of Literature, Xu Qingnian’s gaze, piercing through everything, looked straight at Hong Zhengtian.
“You are really noisy.”
Xu Qingnian spoke, and in the next moment, he stretched out his hand, invisible power coalescing, crossing over everything and slapping Hong Zhengtian fiercely.
The slap was crisp and resounding, and was projected across the entire Great Wei Dynasty.
As a half-saint, Xu Qingnian’s strength now far exceeded that of ordinary half-saints.
Poof.
Xu Qingnian’s slap was extremely direct and vicious.
It broke several of Hong Zhengtian’s teeth, causing Hong Zhengtian to spurt out a mouthful of blood, and his left cheek instantly became red and swollen.
This scene was also seen by the world’s scholars, most of whom saw their own half-saints being hung and beaten by Xu Qingnian.
Naturally, they were filled with anger and resentment, but more than that, they were humiliated.
“Xu Qingnian, don’t force me.”
Being humiliated like this, Hong Zhengtian almost lost his senses as he looked at Xu Qingnian, his voice cold and piercing.
On the vault of heaven.
Xu Qingnian shook his head as he let out a long sigh, causing the crowd to be filled with curiosity, wondering why Xu Qingnian was sighing.
“You people, you’re really cheap bones.”
“Fine! Today, this Saint would like to see what other great killing moves you have.”
Xu Qingnian’s voice rang out.
The next moment, he fell directly from the dome of the sky and slowly landed on the ground, which was the entrance to the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
Without any hesitation, Xu Qingnian walked towards the interior of the Palace of Literature.
At this moment, the Palace of Literature was blazing with light, and the Eight Jade Sacred Rulers protected it, which shook as Xu Qingnian entered.
However, with a look from Xu Qingnian, the Eight Jade Sacred Rulers quieted down and did not obstruct Xu Qingnian.
At that moment, Xu Qingnian walked step by step into the Palace of Literature, and this scene was projected out, and the world was extremely curious, wondering what Xu Qingnian was up to.
Inside the Palace of Literature, no one dared to interfere with Xu Qingnian. The Sword of Questioning the Heart had already caused them excruciating pain, and now the pain was much less, but there were still powerful side effects.
Naturally, no one dared to speak again, nor were they qualified to speak ah.
The highest ranking Confucian student in the Palace of Literature was only a Heaven and Earth Grand Confucian, but who was Xu Qingnian?
He is a half-saint!
Who would dare to provoke this Half-Sage?
“Hong Zhengtian.”
“Come out and die!”
As Xu Qingnian walked to the centre of the Palace of Literature, his angry roar rang out.
In an instant, the power of heaven and earth coalesced, directly pulling Hong Zhengtian out from the middle of the small world.
This was Xu Qingnian’s power, the power of heaven and earth, the power of a half-saint.
“Xu Qingnian, what are you doing?”
Hong Zhengtian looked somewhat terrified as he looked towards Xu Qingnian and asked so.
Boom!
In the next moment, Xu Qingnian blasted his fist over, he was a king, a king of the martial dao, perfectly controlling his strength and directly knocking Hong Zhengtian away.
With this punch, Hong Zhengtian’s sternum instantly broke, he was relatively old, with a head full of white hair, looking benevolent, but in Xu Qingnian’s eyes, he looked extremely disgusting.
“Poof.”
Hong Zhengtian spat out fresh blood.
“Xu Qingnian, are you crazy? I am a half-saint.”
He fell to the ground and pointed at Xu Qingnian, cursing loudly and angrily; he had almost lost half of his life with this punch, but he was even more angry that Xu Qingnian had lost his dignity with this punch.
At least in the small world, Xu Qingnian’s slap was an invisible force.
But now it was a real fist on flesh, dragging himself to the ground and beating him violently, just like beating a dog.
He didn’t give himself any face at all.
Hong Zhengtian was really furious, but the problem was that Xu Qingnian was the power of martial arts and he was powerless to fight.
This is the advantage of a literati knowing martial arts.
Use reason to convince you and you don’t listen? Then use your fists to convince you, in short.
Either convince you, or beat you into submission!
Obviously, Hong Zhengtian was saying that he would not be convinced, so Xu Qingnian would fight until Hong Zhengtian was convinced.
“How dare you point!”
Xu Qingnian threw another punch, pressing Hong Zhengtian to the ground and hammering him violently.
What was good was that Hong Zhengtian was a half-saint and the Hao Rang Qi in his body healed his wounds, otherwise, according to Xu Qingnian’s stance, Hong Zhengtian would not have survived the day.
Boom.
Another punch.
Xu Qingnian was like a fierce tiger, beating Hong Zhengtian to the bone with his fists, there was nothing civilized about it.
People smacked their lips, their eyes stunned.
Was this the newly promoted half-saint?
How come it was still the same as before, ah.
The people reading the book were completely silent. They had thought that Xu Qingnian would change when he became a half-saint, but what they didn’t expect was that Xu Qingnian would still be the same Xu Qingnian.
Reason would not listen, fists would say.
“Dog-like thing.”
“As a disciple of the Vermilion Saint lineage, you don’t know what benevolence is in the slightest!”
“The Zhu Sheng lineage, let you and other scholars, benevolent and selfless, for the sake of the world, yet you, an old dog, relying on yourself as a half-saint, acted recklessly, and that’s even better, the most annoying thing is that you let the Great Wei Palace of Literature break away.”
“Trying to suppress my Great Wei’s national fortune, once the national fortune collapses, there will be natural and human disasters everywhere in Great Wei.”
“At that time, how many people will lose their lives as a result? And how many people will be displaced? You don’t care, instead you dump all the blame on me.”
“Hong Dog, this sage asks you, what kind of intentions are you harbouring?”
Xu Qingnian roared in anger, while Hong Zhengtian had already been violently beaten, spitting blood from his mouth and losing a mouth full of teeth in a miserable manner.
How arrogant he had been before, how wretched he was now.
Only, Hong Zhengtian didn’t speak as another voice rang out.
“Xu Qingnian, as a Half-Saint, how dare you act in such a manner, where is a bit of Confucianism left in you? Where is your elegance as a half-saint?”
The person who spoke was Cao Ru, he had almost been beheaded by the Sword of Questioning Heart, but he had survived in the end, now seeing Hong Zhengtian being beaten up like this, how could he not be angry?
At this moment, Xu Qingnian’s gaze fell on Cao Ru.
This gaze was cold and piercing.
“I almost forgot about you old dogs.”
“Come die together.”
Xu Qingnian opened his mouth and his voice rang out as Xu Qingnian grabbed Cao Ru and Fang Ru.
At this moment, Fang Ru was a little confused, he didn’t say anything, why did he grab himself here?
But did Xu Qingnian care?
He didn’t care at all.
At this moment, Xu Qingnian was like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep, beating Cao Ru, Fang Ru, and Hong Zhengtian into a pile of mud.
The three of them couldn’t even scream, and their mouths were full of broken teeth, bleeding profusely.
As for the others, they all stood by, wanting to persuade, but not daring to do so.
Who would dare to open his mouth and die.
“Do you still have a tough mouth?”
“Are you still a scourge to the people?”
“Cao Ru, do you still want to scream?”
“Fang Ru, do you want me to admit my mistake?”
“Eh? Dumb?”
Xu Qingnian had beaten the three of them to the point of pain, so it could be said that they had taken out their breath viciously ah.
The three of them did not say anything.
At this moment, Xu Qingnian’s Hao Rang Qi coalesced behind him, a ruler.
His literary weapon.
In an instant, the ruler split into a thousand channels and hung over most of the Confucian students of the Great Wei Literary Palace.
“You Confucian students, for the sake of your own selfish desires, how dare you try to break away from Great Wei and disregard the danger of the Great Wei’s life.”
“This is a capital crime!”
“Today, punish Confucius Dao with capital punishment.”
Xu Qingnian spoke, he would not spare anyone, the Zhu Sheng lineage, it was time to clean it up.
Of course the purpose of doing this was to force the real big man behind the Wen Palace to make his appearance.
If he didn’t make his appearance, Xu Qingnian would find it hard to sleep and eat.
Snap!
Thousands of rulers fell, fiercely smacking these Confucian students, who had just been tortured by the sword of questioning the heart, and now they were suffering from such pain.
How could they not suffer?
There were cries of wailing and screams of misery.
The ruler was extremely terrifying, fiercely whipping the Confucian student of the Helpful Wen Palace.
“Xu Sheng, spare us, spare us, we are only confused for a moment, for a moment.”
“I implore Xu Sheng, let us go, I implore Xu Sheng to let us go, ah.”
These people cried out as they knelt on the ground, kowtowing to Xu Qingnian and admitting their mistakes, doubting their lives in pain.
It was almost like they were closing themselves up.
And if the fight continued like this, they would really have to die.
“A moment of confusion?”
“It’s really ridiculous.”
“Your momentary confusion has almost put the people of Wei into fire and water, thanks to you, you are still scholars.”
“Today, use your lives to atone for such a sin.”
Xu Qingnian’s voice was cold.
After saying this, Xu Qingnian waved his hand, and a vast and righteous Qi filled the Palace of Literature, while his voice slowly sounded out.
“Today! I, Xu Qingnian, have witnessed the Dao and become a saint, a new saint of Great Wei.”
“The roots of the world’s scholars have been broken, and the Zhu Sheng lineage is devoid of benevolence, so today I hope heaven and earth will understand.”
“I wish to make twelve great wishes, for the sake of the world, for the way of heaven and earth, for the righteousness of the world, etc., I implore heaven and earth to understand.”
“To abolish the roots of the literati in the Zhu Sheng lineage, to abolish the roots of the hypocrites in the world, and to return the heaven and earth to a clear and clear sky!”
“This saint, willing to pay the price of the holy throne!”
Xu Qingnian’s voice was incomparably grand, he looked determined and radical and fervent, willing to make twelve grand wishes, even willing to sacrifice his half-saint position to purge the world of hypocrites between heaven and earth.
This is no longer a matter of stirring up trouble, Xu Qingnian is about to completely tear his face off from the Vermilion Saint lineage.
He was going to cut the Zhu Sheng lineage down to its roots.
Everyone was stunned, no one was not stunned.
Even in the Great Wei Palace, Chen Zhengru, Wang Xinzhi, Gu Yan and other officials were dumbfounded, and even the empress was frozen in place.
Even the empress froze in place. The world’s scholars were also dumbfounded, and the major powers were silent.
I knew that Xu Qingnian was fierce and brave, but what I really didn’t expect was that Xu Qingnian was actually so radical.
He had just become a half-saint, and now he would rather sacrifice his own half-saint position in order to cut down the gra*s?
Just ask, how many people can do that?
Only Xu Qingnian alone could do it, right?
In the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
Hong Zhengtian was dumbfounded, but as Xu Qingnian rested for a while, the Hao Rang Qi in his body gradually repaired his injuries, and when he came to his senses, his entire body revealed an unbelievable look when he heard Xu Qingnian’s voice.
What was Xu Qingnian trying to do?
Had he gone mad?
Hong Zhengtian really did not expect that Xu Qingnian would go to any lengths to die with the Great Wei Palace today.
No, Xu Qingnian had only sacrificed his own half-saint position, but he was going to bring about the complete destruction of the Zhu Sheng lineage.
This man was simply a madman, a complete and utter madman ah.
In the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
Xu Qingnian’s voice was heard throughout the entire world, and a vision appeared between heaven and earth.
Dark clouds rolled, lightning flashed, a thunderbolt filled the air, forming shackles, and a black dragon appeared, this was the will of heaven and earth, if the shackles disappeared, the black dragon would descend.
Carrying the will of heaven and earth, it would suppress all these hypocrites.
Of course Xu Qingnian would also have to pay a great price, not just the price of the half-saint position, but a much more painful price.
So it was said that Xu Qingnian was going to fight with his life.
In the middle of the Palace of Literature.
Xu Qingnian’s gaze was calm.
He didn’t believe that at this point, that being in the Palace of Literature would still not come forward!
“Xu Sheng, hold on.”
“Xu Sheng, there is no need for this matter to be like this.”
It was also at this moment that a new voice finally rang out.
And in one breath, it was two voices.
At this moment, two figures appeared in the midst of the Great Wei Palace of Literature, two saints, still half-saints, who surrounded the light, their vast and righteous Qi filling the air, and sat out, their Dharma phase standing above the dome of the sky.
Looking at Xu Qingnian, they rose to pay their respects.
“Xu Sheng, this matter, indeed Hong Sheng did wrong, he should not have been so radical, but the detachment of the Palace of Literature is also the heart of the world’s readers, and this cannot be changed.”
“Xu Sheng, if you have anger in your heart, but all those who have supported the suppression of the Great Wei’s national fortune will be punished by you, only I hope that Xu Sheng will not be impulsive, if the world’s readers are suppressed by heaven and earth.”
“The Confucian lineage will then be completely decadent, and when the demons come out in chaos, it will be far more than just a Great Wei dynasty at that time, not just a living soul.”
The appearance of two half-saints was the last remaining reserve of the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
In the entire Great Wei Wen Palace, there were three Half-Saints in total.
All of them had now appeared, and they opened their mouths and took the initiative to plead guilty, willing to hand over the culprit, not wanting Xu Qingnian to be too aggressive.
People smacked their lips and were filled with shock, not having expected that the Great Wei Palace of Literature would still have two Half-Saints.
But when one thought about it, it was a saint’s heritage after all, and it was not impossible that there were two other half-saints.
It was just among the Palace of Literature.
Xu Qingnian’s gaze fell on these two Half-Saints, almost instantly.
Xu Qingnian could detect it.
These two, were definitely not behind the curtain.
Even if they were three Half-Saints, they could not possibly corrupt the foundation of the world’s readers.
Now that there was a problem with the readers, Confucianism was not like Confucianism, and after being promoted to Half-Sage, Xu Qingnian also keenly sensed that there was a problem with the Heavenly Dao.
To be more precise, it was the Confucian Way that had gone wrong, only he was not sure exactly what had gone wrong.
Zhu Sheng had clearly told himself that someone was lurking in his lineage, trying to plot something big in his name.
In fact, Zhu Sheng did not care about such things as corrupting his reputation. Xu Qingnian understood that what Zhu Sheng really cared about was what the other party was plotting.
He had been lurking in Zhu Sheng’s lineage for five hundred years, leading the world’s scholars to be as unkind and selfless as demons.
This tactic, it was terrifying.
If it was only three half-saints, Xu Qingnian would not believe it even if he died, not even if he killed himself.
“Let the true ruler of the Palace of Literature come out!”
“You and the others are not yet worthy to speak to this Saint.”
Xu Qingnian opened his mouth and shocked the world with one more sentence.
In their eyes, the Half-Saints were already the strongest existences in Confucianism, but these words of Xu Qingnian let them know.
There was an even stronger existence in the Palace of Literature.
It was just that it had been hidden.
It was hidden extremely deep.
The two Half-Saints above the Heavenly Vault were somewhat stunned as they glanced at each other, then looked at Xu Qingnian and said with a bitter smile.
“The three of us are the ones in charge of the Wen Palace, Xu Sheng, you are overthinking things.”
They did not admit it and replied thus.
“Since that is the case, then the two of you will die together as well.”
Xu Qingnian snorted coldly, and the Hao Rang Qi within him continued to influence this heaven and earth.
Thunder flashed and black dragons roared, as if they were destroying the world.
Before he had become a saint, he might have had some scruples, but now that he had become a saint, Xu Qingnian was really not afraid of them.
Before he became a great Confucian, he was able to attract the will of the saints, and now that he has become a saint, he is even more willing to make twelve grand wishes.
It is not difficult to do so, it is just a painful price to pay.
But Xu Qingnian also believed.
A man who had lurked in the Zhu Sheng lineage for five hundred years and plotted for five hundred years, how could he be willing to be broken by others at a critical moment?
So Xu Qingnian knew that this person would appear.
Boom boom boom!
Thunder rumbled loudly, and the two half-saints frowned.
Xu Qingnian was too ruthless and too aggressive, and they really didn’t know what to say.
In the end, the two Saints let out a long sigh and bowed towards the Hao Ran Wen Zhong, saying.
“In that case, let it be as you wish.”
“I implore the Wen Zhong to vibrate and awaken the sub-saints.”
They knew that if the truly great man did not come forward, Xu Qingnian would not rest in peace.
Only, it was true that the sub-sage was not paying attention, and he had been in a state of slumber.
It required the Wen Zhong to awaken.
In an instant, the world was fearfully alarmed.
No one had expected that the Great Wei Palace of Literature was, indeed, hiding a sub-sage.
A Second Grade Sub-Sage.
What kind of concept is this? An existence that could stand alongside the First Grade.
In a sense, the influence of a sub-saint was greater than that of a First Grade martial artist.
Clang.
At this moment, the Hao Ran Wen Zhong vibrated.
The sound of this bell was long and continuous.
In the middle of the Palace of Literature, Xu Qingnian could not help but reveal a curious look.
Was the real big shot about to make an appearance?
He was looking forward to it.
Who was the culprit of the Great Wei Palace of Literature?
It was also with the vibration of the Hao Ran Wen Zhong.
A slight cough sounded out.
Along with this coughing sound.
The heavens and earth were completely still.
The dark clouds dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The black dragon also gradually deflated.
All the visions, all of them, disappeared.
Even the two half-saints’ phantasms disappeared without light.
The only thing that remained was, Xu Qingnian’s Dharma phase.
