Kyoto, Great Wei.
Inside the imperial palace.
The empress sat on the dragon chair.
Her expression was incomparably grave.
All the officials present looked very grim.
A saint had appeared for no reason? And a sub-sage, leading three thousand great scholars, was coming to Great Wei?
What was the intention of this?
How could the people not understand?
All this talk about suppressing demons for a thousand years is bullSh*t.
What the hell is this?
“Dear Ministers.”
“How will the matter of the saints’ offspring be handled?”
At this moment, the Empress’ voice rang out as she looked at the hundred officials and asked thus.
At these words, Zhang Jing’s voice rang out.
“Return to Your Majesty.”
“The matter of the saint’s offspring is too sudden, so we must check first, otherwise if he says it is after a saint, is it after a saint? What if it is after a demon?”
Zhang Jing spoke up, his attitude was obvious.
Great Wei had barely settled down, and besides there was still Xu Qingnian around, how could other powers be allowed to enter the country?
“I agree with what Minister Zhang says, the so-called saints’ descendants, exactly what their identities are, need to be verified slowly, but there is no need to be too drastic, just let them go to the outer city and enter.”
Li Yanlong, the Minister of War, also followed suit, but he eased up a little, letting the group go to the cities outside of Kyoto to be stationed first, and then verifying their identities slowly.
When they were clear, we would talk.
If they couldn’t, then they would keep checking until they were clear.
However, all the ministers said one thing to each other, but Chen Zhengru was the only one who seemed very calm and did not reply.
In an instant, the empress’ voice could not help but ring out.
“Aiqing Chen, what do you think?”
The Empress opened her mouth and asked Chen Zhengru.
Hearing this voice, Chen Zhengru bowed towards the Empress as he slowly spoke.
“Your Majesty, after this person claims to be a saint, I have watched him with my Confucian Heavenly Eyes, and he does indeed have a holy aura, and most importantly, he does indeed come with the Palace of Literature.”
“If he dares to appear at this juncture, he obviously has no fear of verification, and the other party carries three thousand great Confucian scholars, this is an unspeakable force.”
“Back in the days when the Great Wei Palace of Literature was at its peak, there was also the spectacle of three thousand great scholars, and if this person can bring three thousand great scholars here, it is difficult to fake his identity.
“After the demons, it is absurd.”
Chen Zhengru spoke out, he was once a great Confucian of the Palace of Literature and was now also a great Confucian of Heaven and Earth, so he understood even better whether the other party was real or not.
One sub-sage, three thousand great Confucians, what kind of demon could cultivate such a power?
If the Great Wei Palace of Literature in its heyday had been tossed around, I’m afraid they wouldn’t have been able to breed three thousand great scholars.
The identity of the other party, whether they are the descendants of a saint or not, is unknown, but they must be related to a saint.
The other party claimed to be a descendant of a great sage, so it was really possible.
Under the heavens, only the Great Sage is a god in the hearts of all beings.
Even if the Great Sage was too far away from this era, all beings under heaven had heard of the name of the Great Sage and knew of his might.
It is only because the time is too far apart that it has caused a sense of separation among the beings.
“Then what does Aiqing Chen mean?”
The empress inquired.
“Your Majesty.”
“I believe that no matter what the other party has in mind, they should be treated with courtesy; this is a sub-sage leading three thousand great scholars, which is a good thing for Great Wei.”
“Especially, in three years’ time, when the demons are in turmoil, if an additional force like this is added, Great Wei will have no worries.”
“This is a good thing, just what kind of thoughts the other side is carrying, I don’t know, but I do have to be wary of one or two.”
Chen Zhengru answered this question very fairly.
A sub-sage, three thousand great scholars, and many great scholars of heaven and earth among them, this force could completely take over the position of the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
Together with Xu Qingnian and the remaining Great Confucians of Heaven and Earth as well as Confucian students in Great Wei, the chaos that would occur in the world three years later would not be feared at all.
This is a good thing for Great Wei, a great good thing.
But who would believe that there is nothing fishy in this? Chen Zhengru did not believe it either.
“No.”
Duke An’s voice suddenly rang out.
He shook his head and looked at Chen Zhengru, saying.
“Minister Chen, I understand what you are saying, and I understand it very well.”
“But, today’s Great Wei, the country’s peace and prosperity, depends not only on us, but most of all on Shouren.”
“When Great Wei was in danger, the Palace of Literature broke away, and it was Shouren who stabilised the country’s fortunes and opened up a prosperous era for our Great Wei.”
“Now this so-and-so saint’s descendant has appeared and wants to enter Great Wei with what in mind, I don’t know.”
“The only thing I know is that he has his eyes on my Great Wei’s national fortune, plus the Zhu Sheng lineage has been decimated by 80%, and there are even fewer readers in my Great Wei.”
“Now that he has entered Great Wei, in the end, isn’t it because he wants to share the national fortune and become a second Great Wei Wen Gong.”
“If there was no Shouren, I wouldn’t say much, it would just be a different group of people.”
“But Shouren is still around, he is a half-saint and a teacher of the heart, the Confucian Way of Great Wei must be in Shouren’s hands.”
“I also hope that Great Wei will raise the strength of the nation to help Shouren achieve the sub-sage, or even the sage realm.”
“A saint’s descendant has come for no reason and wants to directly divide up my Great Wei’s national fortune? It’s a fool’s errand.”
Duke An Guo was resolute.
The rest of the military officials also echoed.
They supported Xu Qingnian unconditionally, even though the other party’s identity came from a very big place and could indeed help Great Wei.
But so what?
Was Xu Qingnian inferior to them?
The Duke of An’s meaning was also the meaning of many people, even the six ministerial prefects, and several of them nodded in approval of the Duke of An’s words.
“Your Majesty, I also think so.”
“The other party has come here because they see the lack of talent in our Wei, and they say that they are here to preach and cultivate scholars, but in reality they want to divide up the country’s fortunes.”
“If it were not for Shouren’s reserved work and his busy schedule for Great Wei, Shouren could have gone to preach long ago.
Gu Yan, the Minister of Household, spoke up, and he too thought the same way.
“I second the motion.”
“I also second the motion.”
At that moment, one minister after another spoke up, and they all supported Xu Qingnian.
The main thing was that they were still wary of this saint’s offspring.
As the empress watched this, her heart was also very satisfied, if these people were just wary, while she was just disgusted.
Disgusted with this grandson of a saint.
There was no other reason.
She and Xu Qingnian had shared hardships and had managed to make Wei flourish, and now she wanted to come and pick peaches?
Is this not a dream?
Great Wei does not need a new sub-saint.
So what if it’s a twenty year old Saint?
Xu Qingnian is the only one who can do it.
Everyone else, do what you need to do.
Only, Chen Zhengru’s voice could not help but ring out.
“What you all have said, I understand.”
“Just have you all thought about whether this force, if it goes to an enemy country, would be a detriment to us?”
“It is common sense to be wary of them, and I do not like these people either.”
“But to let them go to the Sudden Evil Dynasty, or perhaps the Primordial Yuan Dynasty, is this the situation we want to see?”
“Your Majesty.”
“I suggest that we first settle the descendants of the saints, and, as Li Shang Shu said, verify them slowly; if they come to our Great Wei, then they cannot escape from it.”
“Everything is under our control, still afraid that they can make any waves?”
“In this way, we can slowly verify and strengthen Great Wei, and we can also set up various obstacles so that they can’t do anything, so we can also help Shouren.”
“The biggest advantage, is that the enemy country is not strengthened, three birds with one stone, I hope Your Majesty will think twice.”
Chen Zhengru spoke.
Why did he not know what the other side was thinking?
But was it good to just let them go?
To go to the Sudden Evil Dynasty or the Primordial Yuan Dynasty and then start targeting Great Wei? Regardless of whether or not the other party could successfully target them, at the very least, if they targeted you, you would have to waste time, right?
Why don’t you just find a random place and let them stay there, you want to preach, right?
Find out what’s going on first.
If you can’t find out what’s going on, you can’t preach.
Once you’ve found out what’s going on, let’s delay until when? Until Xu Qingnian can deal with these people, then let them go.
Is this not good?
Chen Zhengru spoke his heartfelt meaning, and for a moment, drew praise from all the officials.
Even the Duke of An could not help but ponder a little, then he laughed and looked at Chen Zhengru and said.
“It’s still Shang Shu Chen who thinks things through.”
“It was my old man who was reckless.”
An Guo Gong said with a smile, while Chen Zhengru didn’t pay much attention to An Guo Gong.
After all, in the eyes of An Guoguo, Xu Qingnian was the heaven of Wei, and could not tolerate any aggression.
When someone came to disgust Xu Qingnian, he was the first to say no.
“No.”
“Shang Shu Chen, what if it’s leading the wolf into the house?”
“We are counting on him, but how can he not count on us?”
A minister spoke up, looking at Chen Zhengru and stating a possibility.
Only when this was said, Chen Zhengru shook his head and looked at the other party with an indifferent expression.
“If we are really luring wolves into our home, then rejecting them would be letting the tiger back into the mountain.”
“Furthermore, with Shouren around, even the fiercest wolf would be beaten into a docile dog by Shouren, is there any need for us to think more about such things?”
Chen Zhengru spoke, and although the metaphor was a little rude, the crowd instantly understood.
The reason why Chen Zhengru had this kind of confidence was entirely because he trusted Xu Qingnian.
Indeed.
It was better to lead a wolf into a room than to let a tiger back into a mountain.
If the wolf came, he would be beaten on the ground.
Over the past year, which of the enemies Xu Qingnian had dealt with were not wolves and tigers?
“That’s fine, in that case, I’ll …….”
The empress opened her mouth, she was going to agree straight away and place the other party outside of Kyoto to be properly inventoried.
But just at this moment.
A magnificent and incomparable voice, accompanied by the booming of heaven and earth, exploded within Kyoto.
“This Saint King Chaoyang is the grandson of a descendant of a great saint, a grandson of a saint.”
“Having suppressed the abyss for generations and saved the living beings, I have learned that the Yin power of Heaven and Earth has increased, and today I am exterminating billions of demons and forcing my way out of the world.”
“With the Heaven and Earth Palace of Literature, I have entered the Great Wei Dynasty to preach to the world, and may the will of the gentleman live on and on.”
That magnificent and incomparable voice rang out.
In an instant, all the officials in the hall looked towards the outside of the hall.
Only to see.
Above the capital of Great Wei.
Above the palace, there was a holy man’s shadow, majestically subduing ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers.
All sorts of visions pervaded the palace, the ceiling was falling, the earth was swarming with golden lotuses, and the divine beasts were offering rituals.
The sound of chanting scripture was enlightening and wise, like the sound of heavenly music.
This vision is a moving sight.
It is a scene that one will never forget.
In the middle of the palace, a figure slowly stood in front of the three thousand great scholars.
It was a young man, around twenty years old, handsome and beautiful, wearing a saint’s robe, and with his mannerisms, he contained the truths of heaven and earth, so sacred that one could not help but bow down and worship.
It was as if the only true god in the world had descended.
“D*mn.”
In the palace, Li Yanlong clenched his fists and looked at the other party without any hint of reverence, replaced by anger.
“Barging straight into my Great Wei’s Kyoto? He is only a sub-saint, not yet a saint.”
“To just say he’s coming? A saint wouldn’t be like that, would he?”
The hundred officials frowned, anger showing in their eyes.
If the other party was a sub-saint, they would naturally be in awe in their hearts, but the problem was that this was the capital of Great Wei, the Great Wei Dynasty.
To barge in without an order from the Great Wei Dynasty? Even if he was a sub-saint, he did not take imperial power seriously, did he?
On the Dragon Chair.
The empress’ brow was furrowed.
The other party was a blatant provocation to the imperial power.
“How dare you.”
“How dare you barge right into my Great Wei Dynasty?”
“What is the intention of you?”
Suddenly, Duke An spoke out loudly, looking at the Palace of Literature in the sky dome and letting out a cold voice.
The voice resounded, directly into the Palace of Literature.
“How dare you.”
In just an instant, terrifying voices rang out.
Three thousand great scholars spoke with one voice, looking at Duke An in anger.
The terrifying heavenly might fell down, and Duke An’s body trembled, as unprecedented pressure came upon him, causing his flesh to crack open.
“You deserve to die for defying the Holy Sun.”
The three thousand great Confucians spoke again, their voices cold.
“Unbridled.”
On the dragon chair.
The empress spoke in a cold voice.
In an instant, the Great Wei Dragon Cauldron appeared, emitting terrifying power and confronting the Heaven and Earth Palace of Literature.
It suppressed the three thousand great scholars.
The Empress’s beautiful eyes revealed a cold intent.
These people had come straight to the Great Wei Palace of Literature without saying a word, they were simply unscrupulous, not putting imperial power in their eyes at all.
And they even dared to suppress the An Guo Gong in front of her own face?
What was this about?
Boom boom boom.
The Great Wei Dragon Cauldron evolved into a true dragon, gazing at the Heaven and Earth Palace of Literature, and the three thousand great scholars frowned as they too felt a tremendous pressure.
At this moment.
The major powers of the Central Continent all turned their eyes to look.
With such a thing happening, how could they not be concerned?
After this saint, he was reckless and came directly to the Great Wei’s Kyoto, whatever the meaning was, there was some defiance of the imperial power.
Now it was even suppressing the Duke of An Guo?
Even a saint isn’t this arrogant, right?
These people were indeed arrogant, but if they were really the descendants of great saints, then they did have the right to be arrogant.
“Quiet.”
It was at this moment.
The Holy Sun spoke up.
A calm and gentle voice rang out and reached the ears of everyone in Great Wei.
The next moment.
Saint Sun slowly floated up from the Palace of Literature, his holy radiance, shining over everything, various divine beast figures surrounding him, his holy light endless.
“Ji Ling.”
“You are the Empress of Great Wei and of exalted status, but I am the grandson of a great sage, a sub-sage of the world, and can be your equal.”
“Today, I am carrying the Palace of Heaven and Earth and appearing as a saint for the benefit of the world.”
“You are the first female emperor of the ages, and you have been inspired to save the people of the Great Wei from destruction.”
“I am very pleased, and I would like to be in the capital of Great Wei, which is an honour for you.”
“The Palace of Literature of Heaven and Earth is the Palace of Literature of the Great Sage, which is a hundred times better than that of the Vermilion Sage. If you enter the Palace, the fortunes of the Great Wei Kingdom will be strengthened tenfold, and then the Great Wei Dynasty will have the wind and rain at its disposal.”
“Do you wish to accept the blessing for the sake of the people of Great Wei?”
Saint Sun’s voice rang out.
His voice, ethereal and calm, although it sounded gentle, inexplicably gave people a feeling of being on high.
And even more so with the bestowal of blessings?
Does the Empress of Great Wei need you, a sub-saint, to bestow blessings on her?
Are you really so crazy?
What about the descendants of the Great Sage?
If the Great Sage were to appear in person, the crowd would have nothing to say, but a descendant who dares to bestow blessings on the emperor?
And to use the Great Wei’s life?
It was ridiculous.
“Great Wei does not need to bestow blessings.”
“With Xu Shouren around, Great Wei does not need any blessing… Do you have any evidence for claiming to be the descendant of a great sage?”
The Empress’s voice rang out.
She gave an answer.
A firm and affirmative answer.
“Xu Shouren?”
“He is very good, to become a half-saint at this age, a heavenly talent.”
“And to understand the Great Sage’s meaning of a gentleman at a time of crisis for the Great Wei is also extremely good.”
“However, Xu Shouren is also my grandfather’s disciple, and if we count, he has to respect me as a saintly master.”
Wang Chaoyang spoke slowly, his words filled with confidence.
With a single word, the world was shocked.
Xu Qingnian was a disciple of the Great Sage?
But the second half of the sentence caused disgust, and he had to call him a junior master?
Although the other party was a sub-saint, it wasn’t like Xu Qingnian had never slaughtered a sub-saint before.
“Ridiculous.”
“How did Shouren become a Great Sage disciple again?”
“Great Saints are saints from ancient times, and it is difficult to trace their origins from now.”
“How ridiculous.”
Wang Xinzhi’s voice rang out.
He was a little disgusted to the point of just rubbing it in hard?
This remark was made.
Wang Chaoyang’s gaze was calm as he looked at Wang Xinzhi and slowly spoke.
“You are foolish and ignorant, this is normal, a mere great Confucian of Heaven and Earth knows very little.”
“This Saint does not blame you.”
“Next time, don’t do so, or else you will defile the Holy Might, don’t blame this Saint for being merciless.”
Wang Chaoyang’s gaze was like a divine sword, gazing at the other party and giving terrifying pressure.
Buzz buzz buzz.
The Great Wei Dragon Cauldron shook, and the true dragon roared low, shaking this pressure away.
Feeling the Great Wei Dragon Cauldron, Wang Chaoyang did not feel any bit of fear, but slowly said.
“Xu Shouren, is a disciple of the Great Sage.”
“But not a disciple of the current generation, but Xu Qingnian received my grandfather’s inheritance.”
“You may not believe me when I say this, but it is true.”
“All of Xu Qingnian’s famous poems and sayings were written by my saintly grandfather.”
“Famous words, famous poems, famous sayings, the first ekphrasis of the ages, and the wine of Shogun, and everything else, were all written by the Great Sage himself.”
“Including Xu Shouren’s words and ideas, which were also the will of the Great Sage.”
“In particular, the four phrases, “To establish a heart for heaven and earth, to establish a life for the living people, to succeed the great sage, and to open up peace for all generations, are the ancestral motto of this saintly clan.”
“Otherwise, think for yourself, a twenty-year-old scholar, who, before he was twenty, was only a magistrate, can comprehend so many ideas from the age of twenty? Is this sensible and reasonable?”
Wang Chaoyang spoke.
A statement was uttered that left the world stunned, and when one thought about it, it was really so.
Xu Qingnian became a half-saint in one year, and this aside, the main point is that Xu Qingnian’s poetic ability is indeed somewhat exaggerated, as he opens and closes his mouth with a thousand ancient famous poems.
The poetry of Xu Qingnian was really something else, especially the four words of the gentleman, but now that I think about it, it was really something different.
It was only that people wondered how Xu Qingnian could have received the Great Sage’s legacy after such a long period of time.
Soon, Wang Chaoyang continued to speak.
“This Saint’s grandfather, who left some inheritance in the human world, how was Xu Shouren able to become a half-saint within a year, and also how was he able to enter the martial dao into sainthood within a year?”
“Think for a moment, who is the saint between heaven and earth who has cultivated both literature and martial arts?”
“Not only that, do you know why, when Xu Qingnian testified to himself at the Great Wei Palace of Literature, the Vermilion Saint’s shadow worshipped him?”
“Because Xu Qingnian had received the inheritance of this Saint’s grandfather, the first generation of saints.”
“He was gifted and comprehended thirty percent, but unfortunately, he only comprehended thirty percent, after all, he did not receive much of the inheritance.”
“The true inheritance is in the hands of this Saint’s clan.”
“Today, I have come to one, bestow blessings on Great Wei, two, to enter Great Wei, and three, also to teach Xu Qingnian, and to take Xu Qingnian as a disciple instead of my Sage clan.”
“This saint does not like high profile, the Confucian Way of Heaven and Earth, let Xu Qingnian hold it for him, as long as he can be impartial and pa*s on the saint’s learning, this saint is willing to accept Xu Shouren.”
“However, Xu Shouren has finally entered the officialdom, and this saint is worried that he has lost his power, so he will personally appear in the world to teach the world’s scholars, and then test Xu Shouren, if he can come to his senses, the future of Confucianism will be entrusted to him.”
Wang Chaoyang continued to speak.
In a single sentence, he portrayed himself as a saint, not wanting anything.
At the same time, he carried a condescending tone and rewarded Xu Qingnian with everything, making the hundred officials sick.
“Having said that much.”
“What proof do you have?”
“You say it is?”
“Ridiculous.”
Gu Yan’s voice rang out.
He was now also a great Confucian, and although he was no match for Yasheng, he was still qualified to say a few words as the Minister of Household Affairs of Great Wei.
“Ugh.”
“Foolish.”
Wang Chaoyang sighed.
The next moment, his gaze was calm.
“In that case, let you see what a great sage is.”
After saying these words.
In an instant.
The Palace of Literature shook.
Boom.
A rushing light flooded the sky, drowning everything.
The Palace of Literature trembled.
A saint’s silhouette appeared.
The first saintly figure appeared, ten thousand feet high above the vault of heaven, emanating an unparalleled might.
The second saintly figure appeared, raising his hands and feet, causing the heavens and earth to tremble and the stars to shake with a mighty and terrifying sound.
When the third saint’s silhouette appeared, the mountains and rivers of the dust realm shook and countless beings were terrified, especially the demons.
The fourth saint’s shadow appeared, and his saintly might was so great that it surrounded eighty-one thousand shadows, the true spirits of all the great scholars of the past and present.
The fifth saintly figure appeared, a void of the Vermilion Saint, an aura that the world was extremely familiar with, for the Vermilion Saint had appeared some days ago.
Now it appears again.
The shadow of the Vermilion Saint was deeply imprinted in everyone’s heart.
Everyone could feel that this was the real Vermilion Saint’s shadow, for they had seen it some time ago.
It could not be faked.
Moreover, the Vermilion Saint’s Void Shadow was going to be more powerful than the previous four Void Shadows, because the Vermilion Saint was the closest to a contemporary saint.
Five saintly vapours appeared.
In an instant, the auspiciousness was endless, the ceiling was in disarray, and the chanting of scriptures resounded through all the lands of the Dust Realm.
This vision.
It was indeed terrifying.
The capital of Great Wei.
The faces of the officials did not look too good.
The terrifying Holy Might could not be faked.
Even the Empress, at this moment, did not look too good.
Seven Great Dasian Sects.
In the Tai Shang Immortal Sect, Daoist Dustless looked at all this and could not help but be even more moved.
“It really is the Five Great Sacred Wills.”
“This object is, indeed, the Palace of Literature, the real deal.”
He spoke, certain of this fact.
And the Seven Star Dao Sect.
The old Dao looked at this scene, and among his eyes, there was a calmness.
“Now, are you convinced?”
Wang Chaoyang’s voice rang out.
Asking the world.
However.
It was at this moment.
A beam of purple light suddenly shot up into the sky.
It was accompanied by an incomparably loud voice that resounded throughout the world.
“Dao, may dao.”
“Not, the normal dao.”
The voice rang out, just for a moment.
The world was surprised, not knowing what was happening.
However, within the Seven Great Daxian Sects, all the sect heads had a change of expression.
Amongst the Kyoto, Daoist Wudu and the old Daoist of the Seven Stars Dao Sect revealed their shocked expressions abruptly.
