Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 197: Lucky Cloud Road
The position of virtual saint is as heavy as a thousand pounds, like the whole world.

At this moment, it was pressing down on Feng Qingyan, crushing all the bones in his body, breaking his muscles, and causing blood to gushed out crazily. Even his internal organs were about to collapse.

But he had to bear it.

He had already sensed that the position of Virtual Saint was pressing upon him.

"what--"

Feng Qingyan roared from his throat, bearing the weight of the world in pain.

But the weight of the world was far beyond his imagination, and he simply couldn't bear it. Should he give up?
How willing he was.

Even if it means death, you must endure it.

Feng Qingyan gritted his teeth and endured the pain, not giving up at all. Even if he gave up now, it was too late. His bones were shattered and his palace was broken...

You are just a useless person.

It is better to try your best and ascend to the position of virtual saint.

However, the pressure on me is getting heavier and heavier, making the whole world pale in comparison.

The weight of this holy position is the responsibility of the saint.

At this time, more and more people looked up at the sky, vaguely sensing the existence of the Void Saint position, and feeling the weight of the Void Saint position, like a world.

This made many people look pale.

"This this……"

On the Twenty-Seven Books Mountain, many old doctors stared at the sky in a daze, tears streaming down their faces as they said, "This is the weight of the world. How can a young gentleman like me bear it?"

"I am willing to share the burden of the world with the gentleman."

an old doctor shouted.

"What is the weight of the world?"

On the mountain of books, many students asked puzzled questions, wondering why these old doctors were looking up at the sky in a daze, as if they had lost their parents.

"The gentleman is bearing the weight of the virtual sainthood."

Someone explained with a sigh.

"what?"

On the Twenty-Seven Books Mountain, many students were horrified.

"How can a gentleman bear this?" a student asked absentmindedly, "Why is this virtual sainthood so heavy? Like the position of a saint?"

"If the saint does not come out, the virtual saint will reign alone."

"This……"

Many people suddenly discovered that becoming a saint was not as good as they had imagined.

In the 81st Academy, countless students were worried about it, but some students seemed relieved.

"The weight of the world is too heavy for a gentleman to bear."

Someone shook his head.

At this time, almost the entire world was worried, fearing that Feng Qingyan could not bear it, but there were also many people laughing, and some were even watching a joke.

"Although he is a virtual saint, he is still a saint. How can it be so easy?" Someone snorted, "If you want to ascend to the sainthood, you must bear the burden. If you can't bear it, you will die."

"It's a pity."

Some people regret
At Zangshan Academy.

At this time, almost everyone knew that Junzi was bearing the heavy burden of the position of virtual saint. Countless people were worried about him, even the people of Bocheng were worried.

"You must bear it."

On the streets of Bocheng, people were praying for Feng Qingyan.

The students, teachers, and instructors in the academy all had solemn expressions and eyes full of anxiety, but they could do nothing for the gentleman.

"Great Master, is this virtual sainthood really as important as the whole world?" Zhou Chang frowned and asked, "Can... you bear this?"

The great oracle sighed and shook his head.

With Feng Qingyan's current state, it is impossible for him to bear it unless a miracle happens. The weight of this virtual saint position is far beyond the imagination of the world, and even terrifying beings such as the Great Benevolent Lord have not thought of it.

"what--"

A hoarse roar came from the Jiazi Courtyard.

Everyone could feel the exhaustion, pain, unwillingness, and despair in the roar.

Feng Sanding really cannot bear the weight of the world.

This is a result known to everyone in the world.

However, many people are still waiting for a miracle, hoping that Feng Sanding can withstand it. After all, it is a miracle that Feng Sanding created a holy art in the literary realm...

Unfortunately, a long time passed and the miracle did not happen.

"Why?" Someone on the Twenty-Seven Books Mountain shouted unwillingly.

"Is there really no hope?"

An old doctor murmured, tears already streaming down his face, and he looked up to the sky and shouted, "God is jealous of talented people, God is jealous of talented people, my young gentleman, you must bear it..."

In the 81st Academy, countless students were distraught, as if they had lost their souls, and their whole bodies were completely devoid of spirit.

Even the teachers are not much better.

Could it be that the false saint that our Confucianism is about to produce will die here?

This makes countless people unwilling.

It has caused pain to countless people.

Countless old Confucian scholars were crying.

At this time, the Mohists, Legalists, Military Strategists, Medical Strategists, and others all looked up at the sky helplessly, as they could not believe that the Void Saint would die before he was born.

"It is ridiculous that a saint is ruined by a title of honor!"

Someone laughed at himself.

"Does God also want to cut off my path to becoming a saint?"

Some people are unwilling to give up and ask the sky, is it impossible to become a saint in the world?

Why is this happening?
At this moment, it seemed that the eyes of the whole world were on Feng Qingyan, closely watching his every move. Especially the Confucian school, it seemed that all the disciples were holding their breath, not even daring to blink.

boom--

The many holy temples of Confucianism trembled suddenly.

Everyone saw a white auspicious cloud slowly rising up into the sky.

"Auspicious clouds?"

At this time, many people were confused. Why did a auspicious cloud suddenly rise over the holy temple?
Xu Shengdu is about to die, how can there be any auspiciousness in the world?

"What does it mean when auspicious clouds rise from the holy temple?"

Many students asked the instructor in confusion.

The teachers all shook their heads, not understanding why auspicious clouds suddenly rose from the holy temple. However, the rising of auspicious clouds meant that there was an auspicious sign near the holy temple...

However, Xu Sheng’s untimely death should be a great sorrow to heaven and earth.

The sky is raining blood and the earth is filled with sad wind!

Could it be?

Many people's hearts were suddenly shaken. Could it be that the auspicious clouds were a sign that the gentleman was about to bear the weight of the virtual saint?
But after a while.

Everyone saw that there was more than one auspicious cloud in the sky.

But there are countless of them.

The auspicious clouds seemed to originate from the holy temple on the sacred mountain of Confucianism, and then spread out towards the north and finally reached the Zangshan Academy.

A auspicious cloud also rose above the holy temple of Zangshan Academy.

"What does it mean?"

Everyone was stunned and shocked. Even the Great Benevolent Lord level being couldn't understand it. Because, nothing like this had ever happened before...

Over every holy temple of Confucianism, a cloud of auspiciousness rises.

Auspicious clouds lined up in the sky and moved all the way north.

At this time, not only the Confucian disciples saw the auspicious clouds, but almost everyone in the world could see the auspicious clouds, and they were all stunned by the amazing sight in the sky.

"What does it mean that these auspicious clouds are arranged in a row?"

Someone was shocked and asked in astonishment.

"Have you noticed that these auspicious clouds lined up in a row look like a road?" Someone looked at them and said in surprise. The more they looked, the more it looked like a road.

“Eh, it really looks like one.”

"A road of auspicious clouds? Even if it is a saint's journey, it would be nothing more than this." Someone was shocked, and then he seemed to have thought of something, and his whole body became excited, "Could it be that a saint is about to be born?"

"A saint is born?"

"How is this possible? Didn't the saint retire? It's impossible for a saint to be born."

"If there is no saint born, what is the meaning of the auspicious cloud road?"

At this time, the whole world was shocked by the long road of auspicious clouds, and was very curious about why the road of auspicious clouds appeared.

Could it be... to welcome the Void Saint?

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PS: Thanks to "Lin Suxi and Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Ancient Stars" for the reward!

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