No one would have thought.
Zhu Sheng had actually given Xu Qingnian these two options.
One was to abolish the world’s scholars, but Xu Qingnian himself would suffer all the consequences; after all, these scholars, despite their questionable character, were indeed capable of suppressing demons.
This was an indisputable fact.
If all the scholars were to be abolished, it would be a great loss to the entire Dust World.
Or all the Confucian students in the Palace of Literature could be killed, leaving behind the Zhu Sheng lineage, only if the Zhu Sheng lineage were to continue to look for trouble, there was nothing he could do.
At this moment.
All the readers in the world were dumbfounded.
All the scholars of the Palace of Literature were dumbfounded.
They could not imagine that Zhu Sheng would be so ruthless.
To hand over the fate of all the readers to Xu Qingnian.
Even if they thought with their toes, they knew what Xu Qingnian would choose.
Wasn’t this going to leave them dead without a burial place?
“Zhu Sheng.”
“The students are not convinced.”
“On what grounds? On what grounds would Xu Qingnian be allowed to make a choice?”
“The student has been studying for a hundred years, respecting Zhu Sheng, promoting your learning, making the Zhu Sheng lineage, the number one lineage of Confucianism, but why did you choose Xu Qingnian?”
Finally, Lu Zi let out a roaring sound, filled with anger as he looked at Zhu Sheng.
It was clear that he had revived Zhu Sheng, but why had Zhu Sheng chosen to help Xu Qingnian?
He himself had read the sage’s books, was the inheritor of the Zhu Sheng lineage, and had bowed and scraped to promote Zhu Sheng’s learning, but in the end, he had not been recognised.
On the contrary, it was Xu Qingnian who disrespected the sages and disrespected the holy will, yet he was able to receive the sage’s favour.
He was not convinced.
From the bottom of his heart, he was not convinced.
Lu Zi looked at Zhu Sheng, his eyes filled with resignation and resentment.
Sensing Lu Zi’s gaze, Zhu Sheng’s expression looked exceptionally calm.
He slowly took a step forward and looked at Lu Zi and said.
“Are you really doing this to promote the school of this Saint?”
Zhu Sheng opened his mouth as he questioned Lu Zi.
Hearing these words, the latter was somewhat silent.
The readers of Zhu Sheng’s lineage, on the other hand, did not know what to say.
“How many times has this Saint given you a chance?”
“Until now, you were unwilling to tell.”
“Good, today this Saint wants to see how long you can still keep your mouth shut.”
Saint Zhu spoke.
When he said this, holy power filled the air.
In an instant, two figures were detained in a hard way.
They appeared in front of Zhu Sheng.
Upon seeing these two figures, Lu Zi’s gaze instantly changed.
These were the half-saints he had jointed with.
It was a big deal to come.
“How come there are two more Half-Saints?”
“Who is this again? Where did the half-saint come from?”
“Why are there still half-saints?”
In an instant, people were surprised, not knowing where these two Half-Saints came from; they were not within the Palace of Literature, but were detained directly by Zhu Sheng.
Detained from an unknown place.
Boom.
In an instant, a thunderclap rang out.
A picture then appeared on the vault of heaven, reflected in the midst of the entire dust realm.
It was the figure of Lu Zi, and the figures of these two half-saints.
“Saint Lu, as long as the Great Wei Palace of Literature is detached and we establish a dynasty of readers, we will be able to obtain the power of heaven and earth and gather the tripod of national fortune.”
“By then, with the power of the world’s readers, we will be able to break the shackles and achieve the realm of the Literary Sage.”
“Especially you, Saint Lu, will most likely become the sixth generation of saints, surpa*sing Saint Zhu.”
A voice rang out, and everyone in the world heard it.
People were shocked and looked at the scene, especially the readers of the Zhu Sheng lineage, and after hearing these words again, their faces turned odd.
“But the problem is that once the Palace of Literature secedes, the Great Wei Dynasty’s national fortunes will only collapse, and when that happens, the whole of the Great Wei pale people will only suffer misfortune.”
Lu Sheng’s voice rang out, slightly worried.
However, the latter continued to speak.
“Lu Sheng, you are still thinking too much, what can happen if the Great Wei’s national fortune collapses? It is only a matter of a group of people dying, but for the entire world’s living beings, there is one more saint.”
“The indirectness is to benefit the whole world’s pale life, as for the pale life of Great Wei, if they die, they will not die.”
The voice seemed calm, but the voice, when it reached the ears of the people of Great Wei, seemed incomparably harsh.
“This dog.”
“If you die, you die? D*mn, this dog-like thing really doesn’t treat us as human beings.”
“And one more saint for the world’s living beings? Taking our lives in exchange for a holy throne? This Lu Zi is really a good calculator.”
The people could not help but curse angrily, and even the Heavenly Beings of the World could not help but frown.
Although it may not sound like a problem, the problem is that the entire population of Wei has to be sacrificed, and at every turn, millions of corpses will be sacrificed.
So many human lives for a holy throne?
If you want to say that the demons are in turmoil, they can still tolerate it, after all, this is the only way out, but the problem is that this is a time of peace and there are no demons in turmoil, so for the sake of one’s own selfish desires?
They could not accept the sacrifice of tens of millions of people or even more.
“The lives of the people of Great Wei, I do not care, it is an honour for them to use their lives in exchange for a saint.”
“However, what worries this saint the most is not the people’s lives, but the world’s scholars, and according to what you have said, gathering the tripod of national fortune requires the power of the world’s scholars.”
“Once I become a saint, they will be deprived of the foundation of becoming a Confucian, and it will be difficult to produce another great Confucian within a hundred years, and this is what worries this saint.”
Lu Sheng opened his mouth and told the truth.
When this was said, the world’s scholars froze.
They had not expected that the coalescence of the Tripod of National Fortune would cut them off from their roots.
No great scholars in a hundred years?
What kind of concept was that?
No saints for a hundred years, they could understand, after all, the saint realm was too difficult.
If there were no great Confucian scholars for a hundred years, wouldn’t all of Confucianism be ruined?
“Lu Sheng, you are still thinking too much.”
“If you become a saint, you can renew your life for at least a hundred years, and we still have a way to renew your life for another hundred years.”
“That’s two hundred years before and after.”
“What can these two hundred years do, even without a great Confucian?”
“What can it affect?”
“Moreover, a saint is an existence that thousands of scholars can’t match, sacrificing a group of scholars in exchange for a saint is an honour for them.”
“Furthermore, are these book readers still book readers?”
The half-saint’s voice continued to ring out, compelling Lu Sheng.
When this was said, Lu Sheng was somewhat silent.
“Lu Sheng, it has come to this, so why dwell on it?”
“Nowadays, the Zhu Sheng lineage is not like human beings, not like ghosts, to say that they are readers would be better to say that they are a group of villainous people who have read books.”
“Do they still have the slightest intention of being gentlemen? It’s just a receptacle for the spirit of hao.”
“If at this juncture, if Lu Sheng retreats, then all the previous layouts will be nullified.”
“Lu Sheng, think clearly, the Zhu Sheng lineage has completely corrupted its foundation, and now you are needed to become the sixth generation of saints, when the time comes to reshape a new group of readers.”
“Wouldn’t it be better?”
Each sentence of that half-saint was like a slap in the face of the group of readers.
They hadn’t thought that they had done their best for the Palace of Literature, yet they were described as ‘vessels’? This was really ridiculous.
“This Saint is not worried about that.”
“The Zhu Sheng lineage is indeed rotten to the core, this group of people are so selfish and self-serving that they can’t even be considered villains, they’re all just hypocrites.”
“This Xu Qingnian, on the other hand, does have the style of a Confucian, but a mere Xu Qingnian is nothing.”
“As long as this saint opens his mouth, the scholars of the Zhu Sheng lineage will tear him apart like a mad dog, and even if they cannot suppress Xu Qingnian, they can still disgust him.”
“What this Saint is really worried about is not becoming a saint.”
“You have said so much, everything is hypothetical, whether you can become a saint or not is still an unknown.”
Lu Sheng spoke what was truly in his heart.
Yes, the world’s living beings, he did not care about them, they were just a bunch of ants.
He did not care even more about the scholars in the world, they were just vessels of the righteousness of the world, and it did not matter how many of them died.
What he really cared about and was torn about was that the other side had not given him a clear answer.
What if he could not become a saint?
Wouldn’t all that he had done be a joke?
At this moment.
The readers of the Zhu Sheng lineage were completely chilled.
After all, seeing that Lv Sheng had been silent and torn, they had thought that Lv Sheng still had a conscience, but now it seemed that it was just that people were worried about whether or not they could become saints, and that their deaths or lives were not worth mentioning in Lv Sheng’s eyes.
“Lu Sheng, please rest a*sured about this.”
“Although we cannot come up with anything to convince Saint Lu, but to take a step back, if this solution does not work, I am only afraid that you will never hope to reach the realm of true sainthood in your lifetime.”
“This is your only chance, and it is also your last chance.”
The latter spoke, the words not a threat, but a reminder.
Once this was said, Lu Zi’s voice rang out.
“Good.”
“It is true that I have no way back, it is just that if I coalesce the Tripod of National Fortune, I will not let you have your way even if I do not receive the corresponding benefits.”
Lu Zi spoke out, and as he said this, the image suddenly disappeared.
The next moment.
Zhu Sheng did not speak, but waved his hand and once again condensed the image.
It was the image of these two half-saints after they left.
“Want to become a saint?”
“When really, you are delusional.”
The previous voice rang out, filled with contempt and disdain.
“Is it so easy to become a saint? With the power of the world’s scholars? After all, he is only a graft for us. It is hard to think that he is clearly a sub-saint, so why is he so easily fooled?”
But a second voice rang out, also full of disdain.
“It’s not that simple, he’s already so old that he won’t live for a few years, you have to know that no matter who it is, they all fear death, emperors or martial artists, death is like a lamp going out, who doesn’t want to live for a few more years?”
“Isn’t that what happened to the ones before? It’s just that he had the best of luck, and this time he does have some of the benefits, the lord still needs him to continue to manipulate the Zhu Sheng lineage.”
“Think about it, how badly did the previous generations of Wen Palace controllers end up? In the end, they still died of old age, having given so much, but in the end it was all for naught.”
The voice came to an abrupt halt even here.
The world looked on, and for a moment, they understood what the Wen Palace’s plan was.
But what they didn’t know was this.
Who was behind it?
And, what exactly was their purpose?
To make Lu Sheng a sixth-generation saint? This was clearly an impossibility.
At this moment.
Lu Sheng’s face was as ugly as it could be.
As he looked at the two Half-Saints, his eyes were both filled with anger and a bit odd.
Anger was a normal expression, just odd was a little different.
“Who are you behind the scenes?”
The Vermilion Saint opened his mouth, and his heavenly might shone brightly.
The two Half-Saints trembled in their bodies as they were subdued.
But these two Half-Saints, instead of being directly frightened into giving a full account, pointed at Zhu Sheng and said.
“You are not the True Spirit of the Vermilion Saint.”
“Lu Sheng, you must not be confused, this is not the True Spirit of Zhu Sheng at all, this is a fake, a false image created by Xu Qingnian in cooperation with the First Grade.”
He roared loudly, pointing at Zhu Sheng, although he feared the Heavenly Might, he did not fear Zhu Sheng.
Instead, he spoke such treacherous words.
Hearing this voice.
Lu Sheng was not stupid, he knew what the other party meant.
The person in front of him, whether he was Zhu Sheng or not, he knew better than anyone in his heart, but what he understood was that if this went on, he would definitely die.
The fact that these two Half-Saints dared to say such words meant that there were still cards left.
Thinking of this.
Lu Sheng’s voice rang out.
He resisted all pressure, looked at Zhu Sheng, and then looked at Xu Qingnian and said.
“Xu Qingnian.”
“Just now, you threw a token out and didn’t enter the Zhu Sheng True Spirit’s body.”
“This is the Zhu Sheng True Spirit, but the will has been controlled by you.”
“All the things that happened in the party were all falsehoods that you made up.”
Lu Zi opened his mouth, and now that things had come to a head, even if he had been exposed, he had to forcefully pretend to the end.
Otherwise, he would really be dead.
At this moment.
Xu Qingnian looked a bit odd, he looked at Lu Zi, he really couldn’t imagine how hard a person’s mouth could be?
Lu Zi had given Xu Qingnian a good lesson.
Only, Xu Qingnian did not say a word, Zhu Sheng had come out, and it was not his turn to say anything.
For everything, as long as Zhu Sheng was there, there was no need to worry about anything.
Faced with what Lu Zi said.
Zhu Sheng did not waver in the slightest, he did not reply, but looked at Xu Qingnian and continued.
“Shouren.”
“Make your choice.”
Zhu Sheng opened his mouth, Lu Zi had completely lost his mind, this kind of existence was like a mole in his eyes, it was too easy to wipe out.
In the face of absolute strength, would such rhetoric be useful?
The answer was useless.
Hearing Zhu Sheng’s enquiry once again, Xu Qingnian was indeed caught in a state of hesitation.
Abolition.
Xu Qingnian definitely wanted to scrap.
However, there was one thing that he had to consider clearly.
Once the readers were abolished, the Zhu Sheng lineage, even if some of them could understand right and wrong, would have to be abolished by at least 80%.
Once 80% of the readers were abolished, wouldn’t the whole world be in chaos?
The Great Wei Dynasty has an Immortal Sect, do other dynasties have Immortal Sects to a*sist them?
And could he alone control the world?
Once the world is in chaos, who will benefit the most?
It would be the Buddhists.
And the Buddhists will be able to invade the Central Continent openly and honestly.
Once the demons are in turmoil and the people of the world are implicated, then all the karma will be counted on their own heads.
So Xu Qingnian thought that he would like to abolish these readers, but if he abolished 80% of them in one breath, he was only afraid that he would cause real trouble.
At this moment.
Xu Qingnian was silent.
He was hesitating.
Even if one’s personal grudges were bigger, if they involved the whole great world, then they would all seem small.
It was not a matter of being selfish or not, of being a holy mother or not, but a consideration for the entire great world.
Don’t let the time come when the demons slaughter the world’s living beings and create one turmoil after another, while Great Wei is quiet and peaceful and the rest of the world dies off piece after piece, once the demons grow up.
Once the demons grow up, they will one day step into Great Wei, and then they will be lifting stones to smash their own feet.
Xu Qingnian had to think clearly about this issue.
Choosing the first one, then one would have to carry the pressure of the heavens, become as sub-saintly as possible, or even a saint, and cultivate a new group of readers, and not a small number of them.
Choosing the second would be a reprieve, killing the leading group and then suppressing the current disciples of Zhu Sheng.
When a new batch of readers rose up, then they would be abolished. Of course, if one wanted to abolish these readers, one would have to become a sub-saint himself.
Otherwise, it still couldn’t be done.
Xu Qingnian was pondering.
It was true that the choice Zhu Sheng had given himself could not be answered directly.
But there was another matter to which a direct answer could be given.
“Sage on High, the student believes that the Wen Gong lineage should be dealt with first, no matter what.”
“These people, even their hearts are black.”
Xu Qingnian spoke.
Whether or not Zhu Sheng’s disciples were dealt with, they could think it over, but this group of people, Lu Sheng, had to be purged clean immediately.
These people, with blackened hearts, were no longer a matter of rotten roots or not.
“En.”
Zhu Sheng nodded as he agreed with Xu Qingnian’s view.
At this moment.
The fourth blade appeared.
If this blade fell, the entire Wen Gong lineage would have to die.
This slash was not cutting the Confucian position, but killing the body.
The aura of death instantly enveloped the Palace of Literature, and everyone felt the terror and revealed a look of fear.
“A true saint wouldn’t be like this.”
“Where can there be such a saint? How can a vermilion saint be benevolent and selfless and not move to kill? This is not a true saint.”
“This true spirit, it is the Zhu Saint’s yes, but the will has been disturbed and has turned into a devil, Xu Qingnian is manipulating the Zhu Saint’s true spirit.”
“We have all fallen for it.”
One of the two half-saints who had been detained spoke up, pointing at Zhu Sheng and blurting out.
He was not afraid of the Vermilion Saint at all, and he did not know where he got the strength to do so.
“Don’t be sopH*moric, what is the identity of the two of you? Speak clearly.”
Someone spoke up and questioned the identity of these two, a great Confucian, but not one from Zhu Sheng’s lineage.
Regardless of the circumstances under which the Vermilion Sage actually existed, one thing was undeniable: these two half-saints, who had never appeared before, were not from the Palace of Literature.
How could this be explained?
“We are the guardians of the Palace of Literature and have been guarding it for generations, no matter what happens, we will not get involved, the only time we will appear is when the Palace of Literature is in great distress.”
“Don’t you dare talk nonsense here.”
“Lu Sheng, don’t you wake up yet?”
“How could a true Vermilion Saint possibly lay a cruel hand on his own disciples? Opening and closing his mouth is to exterminate the world’s scholars.”
“And to give this choice to Xu Qingnian? Is that possible?”
“Once the world’s scholars are exterminated, I am afraid that when the demons come out in chaos, the world will be in chaos, and this is also Xu Qingnian’s aim.”
“Think carefully, what was Xu Qingnian doing from beginning to end? He rebuked the great Confucians in anger, killed Confucians and slaughtered saints, and even ordered the generals of Great Wei to kill and slaughter the city, he was planning something heavenly.”
“Perhaps resurrecting a certain demon god, otherwise, why would he do this?”
“Once we let Xu Qingnian’s treacherous plan succeed, everyone will have to die then, think about it yourselves, not to mention whether the world’s readers have done wrong or not, even if they have really done wrong.”
“Just punish them, but abolish all the Confucian positions? The Confucian lineage will be completely lost, who will be happiest then? Wouldn’t the devil be the happiest?”
“Hateful, hateful, hateful, Xu Qingnian, this saint did not expect that you could still control the will of the True Spirit of Zhu Sheng.”
“You really deserve to die, trying to exterminate the Vermilion Saint lineage with the help of the Vermilion Saint True Spirit’s hand.”
“Your heart is too ruthless, what exactly are you plotting?”
“You want to harm my Vermilion Saint.”
He shouted frantically, not accusing the Vermilion Saint or denying that this was not a Vermilion Saint, but believing that it was just a Vermilion Saint True Spirit whose will was controlled by Xu Qingnian.
After all, Xu Qingnian had thrown out a token before.
Now they seized on this to make an issue out of it, dumping all the blame on Xu Qingnian.
He did not dare to angrily rebuke Zhu Sheng.
There was nothing wrong with Zhu Sheng, this was a saint, who dared to be treacherous and say that there was something wrong with the saint?
The half-saint did not dare, and none of the world’s scholars dared.
So dumping the blame on Xu Qingnian was the best solution at the moment, bar none.
Finally.
Lu Sheng came to his senses.
He looked at the True Spirit of Zhu Sheng, then repeatedly recalled what Xu Qingnian had done just now, and for a moment, he fiercely understood.
The person in front of him was indeed the True Spirit of the Vermilion Saint.
The thing he had found himself contained the True Spirit of Zhu Sheng, and the True Spirit of Zhu Sheng was a spirit body left behind by Zhu Sheng.
There was no consciousness whatsoever.
This was recorded in the ancient texts and could be confirmed with certainty.
So it was only then that Lu Sheng woke up to how such a thing had happened for no good reason, and that from the very beginning, Zhu Sheng had inexplicably felt ill-will towards himself.
It was all because Xu Qingnian was behind all this.
He was not sure before, after all, the person he was facing was Zhu Sheng, the god in their hearts.
But now he had completely thought it through, completely figured it out.
“Xu Qingnian, you should really die.”
“We revived the true spirit of the Vermilion Saint in order to kill demons like you and return the heaven and earth to a clear and clear sky.”
“But to my surprise, you have even set your mind on the Vermilion Saint.”
“You want to use Zhu Sheng’s hand to kill the world’s scholars and let Zhu Sheng take the blame for the ages.”
“Are you still human?”
“Today, even if I die, I will protect the world’s scholars to my death.”
“Zhu Sheng, wake up quickly, don’t be compelled by Xu Qingnian ah.”
Lu Sheng knelt on the ground, the first half of his words, impa*sioned, and the second half with a crying voice.
With a single word, he washed his hands of everything.
It was thought that Zhu Sheng was now being compelled by Xu Qingnian to describe the dead as the living.
At this moment, all the scholars in the Palace of Literature became excited.
“Xu Qingnian, you really are a beast.”
“How dare you control the will of the Vermilion Saint? Pity the name of my Vermilion Saint, to be so slandered by you.”
“We have no fear if you kill us, but you want to slaughter the world’s scholars by the hand of the Vermilion Saint, I won’t allow it.”
“Vermilion Saint, wake up, your disciples are about to be exterminated.”
“Our gentleman’s will will not be extinguished.”
That one voice rang out, and all the scholars in the Palace of Literature were like grabbing the straw that saved their lives.
They roared loudly after Lu Sheng.
There were obvious loopholes in this matter, after all, who under the heavens could interfere with a sage? Who could control the sage?
But they also knew that if they did not say so, they would certainly die.
If they said so, they might as well be dead, but at least they had a chance of survival.
So they held on to this ray of life to their death, in order to survive.
At this moment.
Countless disciples of the Vermilion Saint lineage under the sky also woke up, their voices trembling as they clenched their fists and roared.
“Yes, yes, yes, how could the Vermilion Saint exterminate his disciples? This is simply impossible, and we have not made a heavenly mistake; to take a step back, it is only a matter of listening to the compulsions of others.”
“We have sinned, but not to death, but because of this trivial matter, we should all be scrapped?”
“Is this what saints do?”
“This is not something a saint would do, this is rather like something a demon would do.”
“That’s right, the real Zhu Sheng, benevolent and selfless, there are ancient texts that record that a disciple of Zhu Sheng once made a big mistake, after Zhu Sheng knew about it, not only did he not punish the disciple, but he himself was punished instead of the disciple.”
“This is the real Zhu Sheng, using this way to teach his disciples, and then look at the Zhu Sheng in front of us, possessing the power of a saint but not the virtue of a saint, this is clearly Xu Qingnian controlling Zhu Sheng.”
“Yes, it is Xu Qingnian who is controlling.”
“Xu Qingnian, you are too evil, originally I only thought that you only hated us, but now it seems that you don’t hate us at all, you hate the living beings, you want to cause chaos in the world.”
“The images of the party are all fake, there is no way that Saint Lu would do this, Saint Lu has lived for so many years, he is a sub-saint of my people and is extremely talented, how could he fall for such a trick?”
“How can a person who has become a saint rely on the power of a reader? If one could rely on the power of a reader and could become a literary saint straight away, would there be a shortage of readers in every age? This must be a fake, fabricated by Xu Qingnian with the help of Zhu Sheng’s power.”
Various voices rang out.
Like the Wen Gong readers, the world’s Zhu Sheng lineage also grabbed this straw to save their lives.
They knew that if they didn’t explain, they would all die once Xu Qingnian chose the first one.
Either way, they were all going to die, so they might as well fight, what if they won the fight?
What if?
Who wanted to die like this?
Various voices rang out, and the power of the readers, once again, coalesced.
In the City of Literary Saints.
Zhu Sheng watched all this quietly.
He did not say a word, but let them speak first.
At this moment, Lu Sheng already completely believed that Zhu Sheng, who was in front of him, had been controlled by Xu Qingnian.
All the timidity, gone.
All the fear, gone.
All the weakness of heart, gone.
What he was afraid of was Zhu Sheng.
Not a True Spirit of the Vermilion Saint.
Only his gaze still glanced at the Twin Saints.
Lu Sheng did not speak, but made eye contact, meaning simply that there would be no one to come out to save him.
Trying to stop a saint by the power of speech, this could not be done.
Only those behind these two Half-Saints could stop the True Spirit of Vermilion Saint.
The gaze of the two Half-Saints was exceptionally determined, there was not the slightest bit of fear in their eyes, and they seemed to appear to have their minds made up.
“Vermilion Saint, wake up, open your eyes and look at us.”
Lu Sheng knelt on the ground as he kowtowed towards Zhu Sheng, hypocritical to the extreme.
Outside the Palace of Literature.
Zhu Sheng looked at all this, and finally, his voice rang out.
“Shouren.”
“Everything is even more terrible than I imagined.”
“These people are not rotten to the core, nor are they black in heart.”
“They are utterly possessed.”
“You don’t need to choose anymore, old man will make that choice.”
Zhu Sheng’s voice was calm.
But Xu Qingnian could hear that Zhu Sheng was truly disappointed.
He was disappointed to the core.
He originally thought that the readers in Zhu Sheng’s lineage were just jealous of others, not comprehending the meaning of a gentleman and only knowing how to cultivate Hao Rang Qi.
This view was wrong, but this view could be changed slowly through preaching, and although the process was somewhat difficult, it could at least be changed back.
Later he found that these people were rotten to the core and could not be changed completely, so he had the idea to abolish his disciples.
But leave them alive and give them one last chance to properly understand the meaning of a gentleman and hopefully one day come to their senses.
It was just that doing so would cause some turmoil that Xu Qingnian could not suppress alone.
But if left unchecked, it would also be a huge problem for Xu Qingnian.
If he was still around, he would have taken action to solve the problem, but the problem was that he was no longer around, so he left this choice to Xu Qingnian. If Xu Qingnian chose the first option, then Xu Qingnian would be under unprecedented pressure.
But if Xu Qingnian chose the second, then the latter would be solved by Xu Qingnian himself.
A generation does what a generation does.
He could not influence this era.
But now it was different.
He felt through and through that these people were not rotten at the root, nor were they black-hearted.
Rather, they were completely and utterly possessed.
He also finally understood why something always felt wrong between heaven and earth.
Eighty percent of Confucianism’s readers were completely and utterly possessed by demons.
How ridiculous does this sound?
Or a disciple of his Zhu Sheng lineage, it was too ridiculous.
His disappointment was this.
Disappointment to the core.
Disappointed to the core.
Boom boom boom.
Boom boom boom.
At this moment, dark clouds covered the entire dome of the sky.
A lightning bolt streaked through the clouds, as if it was a thunder dragon, churning in the middle of the sea of clouds.
A terrifying aura swept across the entire dust realm.
It was breathtaking and frightening.
Whistling and whistling.
A fierce wind blew, the heavens and the earth changed colour, the sun and the moon lost their light, and everything looked incomparably terrifying.
It was as if a calamity of annihilation had descended.
This moment.
Zhu Sheng was floating above the vault of the sky.
He looked at Xu Qingnian, his voice calmly saying.
“Shouren, you once asked old me how strong a saint was.”
“Today, I will let you see how strong a saint is.”
Zhu Sheng slowly spoke.
The voice fell.
In an instant.
Billions of thunder dragons poked their bodies out from the clouds, appearing incomparably terrifying and giving a monstrous sense of oppression.
It was also at this moment that the voice of the Vermilion Saint resounded.
“I attained sainthood five hundred years ago.”
“I pa*sed down the way of benevolence and love, the way of selflessness, the way of heavenly justice and human desire, hoping that the world’s scholars would restrain their desires, know benevolence and love, and act selflessly for the benefit of the people.”
“But I never thought that today, my lineage has become selfish, heartless and unkind, with rotten roots and a black heart.
“Today, with my holy will, I will exterminate my lineage of the Holy Way, and heaven and earth will be the judge, and the sun and moon will be the judge.”
“After today, there will no longer be a Zhu Sheng lineage in the world.”
Zhu Sheng’s voice rang out.
It was incomparably domineering.
Boom boom boom.
As his voice rang out.
The crowd of the Great Wei Palace of Literature was completely dumbfounded.
Zhu Sheng didn’t just strike, but he also used his holy intent to reveal the heaven and earth, drawing in the true power of heaven and earth.
Ka-ching.
Ka-ching.
Ka-ching.
Beams of thunder fell down.
The thunder dragons in the clouds even fell down and struck the earth directly, turning into a bolt of lightning that washed over the entire dust realm.
It was not just for the readers, but mostly for the demons and evil spirits.
Today, Zhu Sheng was not abolishing the Readers, he was trying to execute this group of Readers.
These readers had already become demons, and if they were not killed, a great mistake would be made in the future.
But after killing these readers, the Dust World will also cause even more terrible trouble.
Demons would revive and darkness would descend.
So Zhu Sheng did his best to cleanse the world of demons.
He could not kill all the demons in this world, but he could make these demons suffer a great deal of damage to their vitality, which was tantamount to delaying time.
It delayed time for Xu Qingnian.
“Zhu Sheng, spare my life.”
“Zhu Sheng, I was wrong, I was really wrong.”
“The student knows it’s wrong, the student knows it’s wrong.”
“Xu Sheng help me, Xu Sheng, we were wrong, we were wrong, we were the ones who were jealous of you, please Zhu Sheng, spare us.”
“Zhu Sheng, let us go, we were only compelled, we were only compelled for a moment.”
A voice of fear rang out, these readers, devoid of the arrogance of a moment ago, were a thoroughly panicked mess when the lightning struck, and soon let out miserable and incomparable cries.
The force of the thunder made them feel excruciating pain, both physically and mentally, and they were subjected to unparalleled torture.
One by one, the readers lay on the ground, screaming miserably as they frantically kowtowed, not to admit their mistakes, but to the pain, pain, pain, so much so that they smashed their heads against the ground.
Countless readers cried out in pain, their heads breaking into blood as they kowtowed frantically on the ground.
All sorts of pleas for mercy rang out, and they even begged Xu Qingnian for mercy.
However, Xu Qingnian simply ignored them.
These people, they deserved to die.
Last time, when he had gathered the Sword of the Gentleman, he had thought that these people should be enlightened and repent, but what he had not expected was that these people would still do what they did.
This time, when they learned that the Palace of Literature would revive the Vermilion Saint, they immediately reverted to their original form.
Would Xu Qingnian still help them?
He had hesitated before, weighing his rights and interests, but now that Zhu Sheng had made his move, there was nothing he could say.
Boom boom boom.
The thunder dragon fell and appeared in the middle of the Palace of Literature.
The terrifying thunder dragon fell down.
It turned into a waterfall, directly washing over the entire Palace of Literature.
On the spot, everyone was blasted by the thunder and they were in pain until their faces were deformed.
Lu Zi, the two Half-Saints who had been detained, including the two Half-Saints of the Palace of Literature, all let out miserable screams.
Especially Lu Zi, who was in so much pain that his body twitched, grabbed the half-saint directly, he could not speak and did not dare to speak, there was only one look among his eyes.
Great man, why hasn’t he stepped forward?
The latter was trembling, he too was in pain to the point of doubting his life, and he was also puzzled, why hadn’t the big man appeared by now?
It had come to this point, if they didn’t show up, they might die here.
Boom.
The next moment, another endless thunder dragon split down.
It was like a thunderstorm.
This thunderbolt directly split their flesh apart.
Bones crumbled, flesh festered, hair burned away, and it was unbearable.
“Zhu Sheng, let me die, just let me die, please, it’s too painful.”
“Zhu Sheng, I don’t want to live anymore, you can give me a painful death.”
“Why, why, where did I go wrong? Where have I done wrong?”
The readers of Zhu Sheng’s lineage had gone completely numb, they were just worse than dead now.
The world was stunned.
One by one, they were so shocked that they didn’t know what to say.
Originally, they thought Xu Qingnian was fierce and flawless.
Now, compared to Zhu Sheng, it was simply a difference of clouds and mud.
Even if Xu Qingnian was ruthless, he couldn’t be more ruthless than this.
Zhu Sheng had to kill 80% of his own disciples at the drop of a hat.
Although these disciples had indeed done wrong, they really did not deserve to die.
This was too cruel.
“Xu Qingnian, even if I were to die today, I would die standing up.”
“You controlled Zhu Sheng and slaughtered our lineage, trying to bring about a great chaos in heaven and earth, you are the true devil, you are the absolute devil.”
Lu Sheng’s skin was split open, but he gritted his teeth and stood up, pointing at Xu Qingnian and letting out a roar.
At this moment, he still wanted to throw dirty water on Xu Qingnian.
Still refusing to admit that this was Zhu Sheng.
On the vault of heaven.
Zhu Sheng took a deep breath as he closed his eyes and then fiercely opened them.
He shouted out violently.
“Still not revealing yourself?”
“Do you really think that this Saint can’t find you?”
He roared out, and at that moment, the unparalleled Saint’s might caused the stars in the sky dome to tremble.
Zhu Sheng was completely furious.
Not anger at Lu Sheng.
Rather, he was angry at the person behind the curtain.
At this moment, the person behind the curtain had not even revealed himself.
But as this violent shout from Zhu Sheng rang out.
All was quiet in heaven and earth.
Except for the booming sound of thunder.
There was not a single sound left.
“Good.”
“Since that’s the case, then don’t blame this Saint for dying with you.”
“Today, except for the Great Wei One Piece.”
“This Saint will go on a killing spree.”
“First, we will kill those who have entered the demon study.”
“And then slaughter all the First Priests of the world.”
“No matter who you are, this Saint can find you, no matter what your purpose is, this Saint kills all the First Cla*s.”
“I don’t believe it, you won’t show yourself.”
Zhu Sheng opened his mouth, he was completely furious.
Someone was behind the scenes, causing his lineage to become completely demonised, unlike human beings, unlike ghosts, and unlike Confucianism.
As a saint, how could he not be furious?
Moreover, the main thing was that the other party must have had a great plan to do so.
But what exactly was the plan, he did not know.
This was where he was really angry.
The other party had been plotting for hundreds of years, even before he had become a saint.
But he didn’t even know who the other party was.
He only knew that there was such a figure.
Right now, at this point in time, the other party still did not appear, and even wished that he would kill all these Readers.
This meant that the other party was not staring at himself, but at the world’s living beings.
Since they had been hiding.
Then Zhu Sheng might as well just lift the table and behead all the Demon First Grade, then the Martial Dao, then the Immortal Dao, then the Buddhist Dao.
Whoever you are, die together.
He would like to see if this behind-the-scenes still comes out.
As his voice rang out.
The great powers under the heavens frowned.
For they could hear that Zhu Sheng was not joking.
“Heaven and earth hear the order to gather the literary hearts of the world and put them to death.”
The next moment.
Zhu Sheng’s voice rang out.
In an instant.
All the readers of Zhu Sheng’s lineage coalesced into a ray of light and disappeared into the vault of the sky.
Inside the Palace of Literature, Lu Zi’s eyes were even wider as he was dumbfounded.
He was dumbfounded because Zhu Sheng had actually gathered the literary heart of the Zhu Sheng lineage?
This was a great divine power of a saint.
A truly great divine ability that only a saint could perform, to gather the student’s Haozheng Qi and condense the Wenxin.
This meant that most likely, when it was really the Zhu Saint, the will was not controlled by Xu Qingnian.
He was stunned.
Not only him, but many of the scholars also froze.
Even the world’s First Grade powerhouses revealed shock.
Zhu Sheng, actually playing for real, this was not a threat, but a direct condensation of a great killing move!!!
In the next moment, billions of thunderbolts transformed into a divine blade, directly killing down.
Poof, poof, poof.
One by one, the readers’ heads were chopped off.
A corpse appeared.
A sage’s anger.
A million corpses were killed.
The world was utterly dumbfounded.
They did not expect that it would really come to this.
The Vermilion Saints.
He was really going to slaughter the Zhu Sheng lineage.
This.
It was horrifying.
