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Chapter 12 - Magnanimous Spirit, The Immortal Sect is Afraid!

“What a great poem, it deserves to be recorded in history!”

“Just based on this poem, he will be remembered in history. I dare say, this poem will be passed down for ten thousand years!”

Even ordinary people, after hearing this poem, were filled with hot blood.

And the literati were almost going crazy. Many of them were roaring, dancing wildly, running amok, using this way to vent the heroic spirit surging within them.

But more people still focused on the anomalies in the sky.

The anomalies showed no signs of dissipating at all. The projections of the sages were once again pointing towards the palace.

A beam of white light, like a silk thread, converged into a column of light, pouring from the sky into the palace.

“Could it be the infusion of literary energy?!”

Many people’s lips dried up.

This scene left them extremely shocked.

According to legend, only those with the potential to become sages could trigger the triple anomaly.

And as a reward, the projection of the sages would infuse them with literary energy.

For those who received the infusion of literary energy, unless something unexpected happened, becoming a great Confucian was inevitable.

It’s just that no one knew whether there was still fertile soil for becoming a great Confucian in today’s world.

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In the court, everyone was also immersed in the shock brought by this poem.

But Ye Ning felt like crying without tears.

In fact, Ye Ning’s thoughts were very simple, for two reasons.

One was to anger He Yuan and force him to give him a good time.

The other reason was that he had immersed himself in the role of a loyal minister. Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well die gloriously.

But he underestimated the impact of this poem.

This was reasonable. After all, until today, he was just an ordinary modern person.

It was difficult for him to imagine how shocking his well-known poem was to these ancient people.

He also forgot one thing, that this world was not ordinary.

This was a world full of wonders, with immortals, demons, and extraordinary powers.

He was a scholar. Even if his level in his previous life was average, he was still a descendant of Confucianism.

Since he was a descendant of Confucianism, there must be remnants of literary energy in his body.

Reciting a poem by Ye Ning was nothing. But with this poem, the literary energy in his body began to boil!

Originally, there wasn’t much literary energy in his body. At most, it could be considered a trickle, far from reaching the level of boiling.

But “literature carries the Tao,” when he recited a poem, it immediately gathered all the scattered literary energy between heaven and earth.

A large amount of literary energy gathered, causing the trickle of literary energy in his body to suddenly turn into a rushing river!

And this wasn’t even the most outrageous part.

The most outrageous part was that along with the surging literary energy, there was also righteousness wandering between heaven and earth!

What was righteousness?

Righteousness was the qi of justice between heaven and earth. Only those with noble character could cultivate righteousness.

And the Golden Luang Palace in the imperial palace had never lacked righteous people!

Although Confucianism was now declining, it had once been glorious, and countless ministers and generals had expressed their feelings in the Golden Luang Palace.

The righteousness they left behind could be described as massive.

The poem written by Wen Tianxiang itself carried righteousness.

Only a person of integrity and courage could write such poetry.

Therefore, the power inherent in the poem resonated with the ubiquitous righteousness between heaven and earth.

And it even flowed into Ye Ning’s body.

“Not good!” Although Ye Ning was still a bit unsure of the situation, he felt that he was different from before.

His body felt warm.

There was a force that he couldn’t explain, surging in his dantian.

“It seems like I’ve made a mess of things!” Ye Ning panicked.

He should have died long ago, but because of too many accidents, he had survived until now.

But it seemed that another accident had occurred.

No! I must die today!

He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

“Master, please kill me quickly!” He stepped forward, hoping that He Yuan would immediately take action.

However, he was different from before.

Just as he said “please kill me quickly,” the righteousness in his body surged, and every word he uttered was like a thunderbolt!

Coupled with his red eyes and fierce appearance, He Yuan was actually frightened.

Under the shock, he took a step back!

“How is this possible!”

He took a deep breath.

Ye Ning was still Ye Ning, but now, he gave people a completely different feeling.

There was a unique temperament about him.

This temperament was as fiery as the sun, yet as pure as the moon.

This was… magnanimous spirit!

“My god, he actually cultivated magnanimous spirit!”

“Only great Confucians can cultivate magnanimous spirit!”

“He is not yet a great Confucian, but he already possesses magnanimous spirit!”

“Magnanimous spirit, upright and unyielding, only people of utmost sincerity and character between heaven and earth can possess it!”

“From now on, ghosts and demons will retreat, and evil spirits will not come near!”

The entire court, civil and military officials and dignitaries, were thrown into madness.

What was this?

This was a miracle!

In today’s era, right under their noses, they witnessed a person cultivating magnanimous spirit. How shocking!

“Could it be that heaven is blessing Great Zhou, sending down a sage to assist us!” Ji Mingyue’s eyes were shining brightly, as if glued to Ye Ning, unable to look away. “This child must not be left behind!”

But He Yuan’s pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle.

He no longer cared about the embarrassment of being startled back a step just now because he felt great terror from Ye Ning!

This child was simply a monster!

In today’s world, which could be called the twilight of Confucianism, even the Holy Academy was still sealed, but he actually cultivated magnanimous spirit. This… this was unbelievable!

Leaving this child behind would bring endless trouble!

He was determined to kill this child.

This time, it had nothing to do with his mission. It was only an instinct of an Immortal Sect disciple to eliminate danger at its source!

He pointed out.

Even if he had to sacrifice himself, he had to kill this monster!

But just at this moment, a white beam of light descended from the sky, penetrating through layers of palaces and directly shining on Ye Ning.

The infusion of literary energy had finally arrived!