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Chapter 297: The Prime Minister of Dayan vs. the Imperial Master of Southern Zhou, Immortal Merit, the Ninth Prince Leaves the Capital
Jiangling Palace.

The Ninth Prince Lu Yunhuang sat in the courtyard as usual, looking at the white-robed scholar who was looking at the rockery and stream in front of him, with a look of hesitation:

"Sir, do you really want to start now?"

The scholar in white turned his back to him and threw a stone into the lake, causing ripples. He said calmly, "Now is the best time. Don't miss it. Once you lose it, it will never come back."

"Just like this stone, the ripples it creates only happen once. No one knows when another stone will be thrown into the lake."

Xun Yu turned around and smiled cheerfully.

"Lu Mingyuan has been away from the capital for half a month. Regardless of the outcome, this is a good opportunity to take action."

"If Da Yan wins, the world will be more afraid of Da Yan. If Da Yan loses, its reputation will be greatly reduced. No matter what, it is a good thing for you, a prince without real power."

Hearing this, Lu Yunhuang said thoughtfully: "I understand, sir."

"But now, although my cultivation has improved a lot and I have made great progress, what can I do in this great world?"

When Xun Yu heard him say this, he couldn't help but ask, "What? Are you obsessed with it too?"

Lu Yunhuang shook his head: "Sir, maybe you are right. People like me should never take the bright and open road. We should follow the path of King Jin."

It is obvious that Lu Yunhuang's state of mind and vision have improved after following Xun Yudao for these years. He is no longer the invisible person who followed Jin Wang Lu Guangjing back then.

He was extremely thoughtful. He looked at his husband and said seriously:
"To be honest, sir, at the beginning, I planned to avoid the shadow of King Jin and do everything the other way around, because I didn't want to become the second King Jin. So for revenge, I also wanted to fight for the throne, but I used legitimate means. Even after Lu Mingyuan became the crown prince and entered the East Palace, I still didn't give up. But later, the death of Qi Xingyan and the start of the Seven Kingdoms War made me understand..."

Lu Yunhuang sighed and said, "Perhaps in a world like this, it is right to carry out the master's knowledge to the end."

"So what?" Xun Yu frowned.

Lu Yunhuang spoke his true thoughts word by word: "My avenue may not only be in Dayan."

"I will listen to you, fight our way out and leave the capital."

"it is good."

Xun Yu nodded, smiling: "In fact, I have never advised you to leave the capital. I just saw that you still wanted to be the emperor. No matter how much I said, it would be useless. Now you have realized this by yourself. It is your fortune, but also your fate."

"As my last disciple, you should have this ambition."

“No matter what happens in this world, we must not lose hope for it. The world always has a dark side, but the orthodox principles of Confucianism are pure and gentle, and there are times when they cannot be explained. My knowledge is the answer to this situation.”

Xun Yu's tone was low and solemn:

"Look, troubled times are about to arise, heroes will compete for supremacy, and my era will soon arrive."

Dayan Palace.

Hanlin Cabinet.

"What did you say? The Ninth Prince wants to leave the capital?"

When Chen Ke, the Prime Minister of Dayan, heard the news, his first reaction was to deny it.

"How can this be allowed?" Chen Ke said in a deep voice.

The Hanlin Academy scholar reported: "There is a white-robed Confucian scholar blocking the city gate. Many monks from the three academies are trapped within the range of the Confucian and Taoist mantras and cannot move forward."

"A scholar in white? Could it be..."

Chen Ke's pupils shrank slightly.

"Hurry and call Fuyao Daojun!"

"Yes!"

Chen Ke did not even bother to review the memorials. He put his hands together in his sleeves, strode out of the hall, and turned into a long inky rainbow, heading towards the city gate.

Wait until he arrives.

Sure enough, I found an old scholar in white standing under the majestic city wall, blocking my way.

"Southern Zhou Imperial Master, Xun Yu?"

Chen Ke called out the man's name solemnly.

It was also the first time he saw Xun Yu's face.

I don’t know if it’s a real face.

It is said that Xun Yu has many clones walking around in the world, and his original body has been missing for a long time.

But what is undoubted is that this person's cultivation is very high.

As early as a hundred years ago, he was already a saint in the realm of the Supreme Saint.

His current level of Taoism is probably comparable to that of a Confucian sage at the fourteenth level.

If the real body comes, I am afraid only beings like the Saint of Reason or the Saint of Literature can suppress it.

Chen Ke just heard Lu Mingyuan mention this person, who was very dangerous.

As early as two years ago, the clone was severely damaged by the Military Saint, and the dragon vein of Southern Zhou was burned down and disappeared for a long time.

Unexpectedly, it came back again.

Xun Yu stroked his beard, looked at Chen Ke's figure, and said with deep eyes: "You are the little kid who comprehended the heart. You are really good. It's a pity that you are not my disciple."

"As expected, after becoming the Prime Minister of Great Yan, the luck of Great Yan has successfully allowed you to enter the twelfth realm. If I am not mistaken, you should have achieved one of the three immortals of the saints?"

"What a terrifying life."

Chen Ke was a great sage, but Xun Yu called him a little kid.

Anyone would be unhappy if they were in this situation.

Chen Ke said calmly, "I was wondering why I haven't seen Senior Xun Yu in these years. It turns out that Senior has been staying in the Jiangling Palace these years. He is really hiding well."

Almost no one would think of it.

Such a great being would choose to hide in the palace and be willing to be the protector of an ordinary prince. In just a few words, Xun Yu saw through Chen Ke's strength.

And he saw through his deep "meritorious" self that he had been hiding.

This forced Chen Ke to be cautious in his attitude towards this Confucian elder who was comparable to a saint.

If a Confucian wants to become a saint, he needs to achieve merit, virtue and words, achieve the three immortalities, build an immortal Confucian body, and be famous in history and leave his name forever. Only then can he be called a saint.

Now, Chen Ke has become the Prime Minister of Dayan and has achieved the first step - making merit.

To "achieve meritorious service" one needs to enter the highly monopolistic and risky officialdom, which is often beyond the capabilities of a mere scholar.

It can only be said that Lu Mingyuan created a court for him with the right time, place and people, so he was able to accomplish his mission so smoothly.

"No matter how powerful you are today, don't even think about leaving the capital." Chen Ke said with a cold look.

Xun Yu shook his head: "You can't stop me. Maybe Fuyao Daojun can give it a try. He should be on his way."

He looked at her teasingly and asked, "Am I such a bad person in your eyes?"

Chen Ke could not deny it and remained unmoved: "Senior, as the number one chess player in the Confucian Temple, aren't there enough people you have calculated against?"

Xun Yuzi persuaded him: "There are many people who are worse than me."

"But it's not easy to find someone more compassionate than me."

Chen Ke waved his hand and mobilized the great battle formation of Dayan Capital, trapping the other party in place: "Stop talking nonsense, let's fight."

Xun Yu gently extended a finger and spoke the truth:

"Shocking."

For a moment, the sky roared like thunder and the celestial phenomena shook.

A statue of the god of heaven, Lei Gong, holding a trident appeared at the top of the sky, with three thousand thunderbolts suspended around it, and the sky became bright.

With one strike of the halberd, the formation was broken into pieces.

Then, Xun Yu recited the second mantra again:

"Draw the ground as a prison."

Chen Ke discovered that the space within the surrounding area was completely confined and became extremely sticky.

It was as if countless iron and lead were poured into my feet, increasing the gravity and making it difficult to move.

Xun Yu put his hands behind his back, walked slowly forward, and said calmly:

"I said, you are no match for me."

"What's more, Daojun Fuyao probably can't make it here now."

This was the first time that Chen Ke encountered such a powerful opponent. He looked at him seriously and said, "If it was a clone, it would definitely not be so powerful. Is this your real body?"

Xun Yu heard this and smiled without saying anything.

There was no answer to his question.

Just as Xun Yu was displaying his divine power, an ethereal voice was heard from the sky.

"Xun Yu, you are such a villain, will you also have a day to repent?"

A middle-aged man with slightly gray hair on his temples, wearing a green Confucian robe, with golden lotus flowers on his feet and large embroidered characters looming, slowly walked down from the dome of the sky.

With the sacred blue-purple aura surrounding him, the sky turned into the phantoms of blue lotus and purple mulberry trees. Even though he was standing in the capital of Dayan, where the country was at its peak and washed by the mighty dragon's luck, it could not conceal the unrivaled holiness in his body. The form of his righteous energy was intact and brilliantly golden.

As soon as he appeared, the stone statues in the Wenchang Pavilion of the Imperial Capital trembled slightly, as if welcoming him. All the scholars looked towards the direction of the city gate tacitly with stunned eyes, knowing what this meant.

The saint is here in person.

"Literary Saint?"

Xun Yu raised his eyebrows and squinted his eyes, looking at the figure of the middle-aged man, and also laughed out loud:
"I didn't expect to attract a great Buddha like you."

When Chen Ke saw his master in person, he bowed promptly.

"Disciple has met sir."

Wen Sheng waved his hand, and the literary energy supported Chen Ke's body. Then he raised his hand and lifted the mantra of "drawing a circle as a prison" in this place.

"Get up, no need to be so polite."

Then, Wen Sheng looked at Xun Yu with a sharp gaze, "Letting Ash Valley Master Tianlong resist Taoist Master Fuyao, while I stand alone at the city gate to prevent the Ninth Prince from leaving the capital, is indeed a good strategy."

"Master Tianlong had already reached the state of a perfect True Lord a hundred years ago, and his primordial spirit was fully developed. It is not surprising that his current true cultivation level has already ranked among the human immortals."

"The only thing that makes this Saint wonder is, when did you, Xun Yu, become so selfless?"

Xun Yu let out a breath seemingly helplessly, pursed his lips and said:

"It's because the new king of your Great Yan has achieved more victories on the battlefields of the Seven Kingdoms than any other emperor in history."

Wen Sheng looked amused and asked, "Have you received the news?"

Xun Yu said leisurely: "It's not just me who knows about this. The Confucian Temple and the Taoist Alliance will probably get the news soon as well."

"To be honest, three years ago, I did want to use the Great Yan's national destiny to reach a higher level, but given the current situation, even I have to stay out of the spotlight for the time being."

"Instead of relying on the fate of the Great Yan nation, it is better to open up a new path."

Wen Sheng's eyes were sharp and he smiled slightly: "But the Great Yan Emperor will not let you go for what you have done."

"He holds grudges the most. You can leave if you want. How can such a thing be so easy in this world?"

"Today, if you don't pay the corresponding price, you will never leave this Imperial City."

(End of this chapter)