BXBX NOVEL Chapter 343 - The Chance to Become a Sage
Chapter 343: The Chance to Become a Sage
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
A line of poetry and a line of light!
The mountains and rivers were covered in clouds, and infused with sword light!
The sword formation set up by 30,000 sword cultivators was firmly suppressed by the sword light formed by the Great Spirit of Confucianism!
There was only one person who used this technique.
Confucianism Grandmaster, Han Muye.
This was the technique of a grandmaster!
Between heaven and earth, there was no other sound apart from the sword howls of flowing light.
At this moment, countless people were shocked.
Who in the world could compare to such literary talent?
One step, one sword, one poem. The literary aura soared to the nine heavens!
The methods of Confucianism were so intense!
After today, who would dare to say that a scholar was powerless?
A gentleman walked with his sword and used poetry as his sword. He could manage the injustice in the world!
This was the true Confucian Dao!
In Han Muye’s divine treasures, the Spell of the Mortal World turned into a golden light screen, stirring the Great Spirit and turning into sword light.
Among them was the sword of the soul condensed from Han Muye’s soul power.
In his Qi Sea, all the light purple will of the people surged, turning half of the sky purple.
“Such a magnificent and noble Qi, such a vast and boundless sight. Is he really willing…” Yunduan, who was standing beside Princess Yunjin, whispered.
Willing?
Was he willing to spend his entire life cultivating here?
No ordinary person would bear to do such a thing.
However, how could those grandmasters be ordinary people?
Yunjin stared at the endless golden light and purple clouds and recalled that when Han Muye was studying the books, he did not look up the entire night.
In the eyes of a Confucianist Grandmaster, the number one beauty in Jinchuan was just a beauty withered away. She could not move his heart at all, right?
At this moment, countless people were shocked, but they could not compare to Dongfang Shu, who was standing in the void and condensing his spirit.
Looking at the sword light that filled the sky, his entire body trembled. He waved the ink brush in his hand, and golden words appeared.
Although the sword light condensed from Han Muye’s poems was much dimmer, it still turned into a sword.
This sword could kill a Heaven Realm Nascent Soul Realm cultivator!
Even without the power of heaven and earth, Confucianism could compete with all the cultivators in the world!
Dongfang Shu raised his hand and bowed to Han Muye, who was still writing.
“Mr. Han Muye, I understand now.”
Hearing his words, Han Muye paused and said calmly, “What did you understand?”
Dongfang Shu straightened his back. The purple power of the will of the people on his body condensed into large words.
“Student Dongfang Shu understands the words that you wrote during your stay in the White Deer Mountain Academy…
“We Confucianists should establish our hearts for the world, for the people, for the past sages, and for the world to be at peace.
“Today, you are creating peace for our Confucianism!”
Dongfang Shu’s words were like muffled thunder that rolled through the clouds and shook the world.
He had used up almost all of his strength to transmit those four sentences to a hundred thousand miles away.
At this moment, his Spiritual Soul was faint, as if his strength was about to be exhausted and his body about to be dissipated.
But the moment those four sentences spread for 100,000 miles, the entire world shook.
To establish a heart for the world, to establish a life for the people, to inherit the ultimate techniques of the past, to establish peace for all ages!
With these four sentences, all the principles of Confucianism and Daoism in the world were revealed!
The white-haired Confucian scholars were all in tears.
To be able to understand this logic, they would have no regrets even if they died!
“No wonder he was willing to…” Princess Yunjin clenched her fists and muttered.
Beside her, Yunduan opened her eyes wide and said softly, “Can he really do that?”
At this moment, a magnificent purple aura rose from all the Confucian cultivators within a radius of 100,000 miles.
Countless purple auras gathered in Han Muye’s direction.
The surging purple clouds covered the sky.
Such a person could become a Great Dao!
Far away in the Imperial City, in Minister Wen’s Hall, Marquis Wu appeared.
“Senior Brother Wen, this person is already changing his luck and can even become a sage in one step. Don’t you care?”
Marquis Wu stared at the thin scholar in front of the long table and spoke in a low voice.
“According to the destiny of the Heavenly Mystic Confucianism, there can only be one sage. I’m already a sage. He can’t become a sage.” Wen Mosheng shook his head with a calm expression.
“If he forcefully becomes a sage, he won’t be able to escape the fate of being reduced to ashes.”
Hearing his words, Marquis Wu was stunned. Then he whispered, “I see. I thought someone could kick you—”
“What a pity. This kid really suits my taste.”
At this point, Marquis Wu was stunned. Then he laughed and disappeared.
In the hall, Wen Mosheng revealed a slightly dazed expression before shaking his head.
3,000 miles outside Jinchuan City in Shuxi County, countless people gathered. Han Muye did not achieve what Minister Wen and Marquis Wu had expected.
He raised his hand, and the will of the people permeated the words that filled the sky, making these poems reveal their mighty power and fuse with the Dao of Heaven and Earth.
Poetry fused with the Heavenly Dao!
The poem of sword form merged with heaven and earth.
From this day onwards, as long as the Confucian cultivators of the Central Continent used poems to form swords, they would be able to obtain the support of this great power.
To be able to condense a poem into a sword, one would have the power to control this sword.
With the power of becoming a sage, he could control the world!
Such a mighty force would really be the achievement of peace for all ages!
Countless people looked up and their hearts trembled.
Today, they didn’t witness the birth of a Confucian sage, but from now on, all Confucian scholars in the Central Continent could carry swords.
Mending the Heavenly Dao at the expense of his own body. This was the true great cultivation of Confucian Dao!
In the sky, 90% of the will of the people dispersed.
Han Muye waved his hand and sent another portion of the qi of the will of the people to the White Deer Mountain millions of miles away.
The qi of the will of the people landed on White Deer Mountain, and the entire mountain turned into a cloud of smoke.
Even if it was only 10% of the will of the people’s qi, it was enough to turn the small White Deer Mountain into a wonderland.