My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 394 Third Grade Firewood-Embracing Realm, Entry Selection
Zeng Anmin had always wanted to know what the great question of the Confucian and Taoist schools of thought truly was.

To advance from the fourth rank to the third rank, one must undergo a profound moral examination.

But when asked what the Great Question of the Heart truly was, the father simply shook his head in response:
"To ask your heart is to ask your own heart; what others say will only influence you."

……

Therefore, Zeng Anmin speculated that everyone's experience during a breakthrough is different.

His gaze was fixed straight up at the vast sea of ​​consciousness.

"A single spark can start a prairie fire..."

He didn't know why, but after saying those words, he felt incredibly happy.

Zeng Anmin's voice carried a hint of a murmur: "Thoughts are clear."

"Buzz!"

Thousands of golden, righteous energies transformed into scrolls that formed a long, towering staircase.

Upon seeing the long steps, Zeng Anmin understood immediately.

His gaze was calm.

My feet naturally stepped onto the first jade step.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the hemp rope snapping as the old woman was hanging herself.

"Lun'er, Mother has come to see you..." The old woman's murmur from years ago appeared in the mist.

At the end of the fog.

A figure came forward to help the old woman.

Then the figure looked up, and those clear eyes met Zeng Anmin's gaze.

After a long silence, he spoke:

"Minister Quan, are you really sure?"

Zeng Anmin murmured softly, "Brother Tongyu..."

He was stunned for a long time, then looked up with a calm gaze:

"This world needs red, and I am willing to be a spark that ignites boundless waves!"

He made a strong statement.

The figure grinned and bowed deeply to him: "Serving the greater good!"

After saying that, he slowly disappeared.

The second stage shattered into cinnabar scattered all over the ground.

During the Illusionary Array Imperial Examination, a scene of a Second-Rank Illusory Demon Lord suddenly appearing appeared in the void.

In that fair hand, he was holding the birth date and time of Zeng Anmin!
Zeng Anmin's expression slowly turned cold, and his gaze did not fall on the illusory demon lord.

Instead, it peered into the blurry black shadow behind the illusory demon lord:
Gently reaching out, my fingertips traced the surging, righteous energy:

"A monarch who would use any means necessary for his own selfish gain..."

The golden light suddenly turned crimson.

"It should be burned to ashes!"

The phantom image vanished again.

A golden scepter emerges from the third stage.

The four characters "民可使由之" on the golden tablet still retain the fragrance of ink.

Zeng Anmin pointed to the sword striking Sui Na's golden tablet:

"Wrong! It should be: the people are the stars, and the ruler is the North Star!"

When he stepped onto the ninth level, the entire sea of ​​consciousness had turned into a crimson tide.

Sparks leap on the crests of the waves.

In the distance came the sound of chanting, like war drums.

It was a rather modern village.

Throughout the village, the innocent voices of children rang out:
"Sow a single grain in spring, reap ten thousand grains in autumn."

"There is no idle land under heaven, yet farmers still starve to death."

……

"I see……"

Zeng Anmin was in a daze.

His hand gently touched his chest, and within his sea of ​​consciousness, a dazzling light burst forth from his chest.

He asked himself three questions to clarify his resolve, and he saw clearly the bloodshed at the end of each fork in the road.

"If we want them to value the common people..."

"Then..."

He waved his sleeve, shattering the countless stars in the sky, and the crimson literary energy transformed into a prairie fire:

"Smash this man-eating cauldron!!!"

A bright, burning red star appeared on Zeng Anmin's forehead!

"I, Zeng Anmin, have a clear conscience!" He suddenly opened his eyes.

At this moment, his aura was like the rising sun!

At the top of the steps, the last figure appeared.

That's Zeng Shilin!

At this moment, Zeng Shilin looked at him calmly, without saying a word.

Zeng Anmin paused for a moment, then calmly spoke:
"Father, I only understand today..."

"Some infamy is actually the greatest merit!!"

Throughout his entire sea of ​​consciousness, a surge of golden, righteous energy erupted wildly!
The statue, which was over ten feet tall, suddenly grew larger at that moment!

One hundred zhang, two hundred zhang... nine hundred and ninety-nine zhang!

The color of righteousness has changed.

The gold color disappeared.

Instead, there was an endless... crimson!

Extreme Confucian cultivation, third-grade firewood-carrying realm, achieved!
Zeng Anmin's face was still in a daze.

A voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Congratulations on breaking through to a higher rank!

[Martial Arts entry loaded]

Please choose one of the following three martial arts terms.

【(Silver) Warrior's Wrath: Temporarily provides Rank 1 martial arts combat power for 15 minutes (can be activated at any time)】

[(Silver) Unyielding Martial God: Immune to divine soul attacks for 15 minutes (can be activated at any time)]

[(Silver) Shattering Mountain Peaks: Increases martial arts realm advancement speed by 10%.]

[Note: Entries that are not selected will be permanently deleted. Countdown: 30, 29, 28...]

It's been a long time since I've seen this entry.

Zeng Anmin stared blankly at the three newly appeared terms.

For him, there was nothing to hesitate about.

"The wrath of a warrior."

Apart from the first one, the other two are useless.

In particular, the second silver Unyielding Martial God appeared to overlap...

After selecting the term.

Zeng Anmin slowly opened his eyes.

Then he saw his father staring wide-eyed, his father holding up a large expanse of golden light.

The golden light formed a huge dome that enveloped the courtyard.

Beside the old man was the unbelievable Guanglingzi.

And my bewildered cousin.

The whole room fell silent.

Seeing this, Zeng Anmin suddenly realized what was happening.

It must have been because my breakthrough had caused some noise, and my father used his righteous energy to cover up the noise of my breakthrough in this area.

"Thank you, Father." Zeng Anmin looked at Zeng Shilin with a smile.

"You... you've gone too far with your profound questioning?"

After a long while, he finally heard Zeng Shilin's extremely dry voice.

Zeng Anmin scratched his head and smiled sheepishly:
"A fluke, a fluke."

What a stroke of luck...

Everyone was speechless.

What are your honest thoughts?

Zeng Shilin flashed over and stared intently at his eldest son.

"Words from the heart?"

Zeng Anmin thought carefully for a moment, then blinked and looked at Zeng Shilin, saying:

"A single spark can start a prairie fire?"

Zeng Shilin's hand stopped.

He stared at Zeng Anmin for a long time without saying a word.

Then, with difficulty, he began to speak:
"Has there been any change in the sea of ​​consciousness?"

"The color of the righteous energy has turned crimson, hmm... right, the Confucian and Taoist Dharma forms have also grown larger, now they seem to be around nine hundred and ninety-nine zhang..."

Zeng Anmin touched his chin.

"Pfft~"

Dad slumped into the chair.

"Hey! Dad, what are you doing!" Zeng Anmin was startled and quickly stepped forward to help Zeng Shilin.

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine feet???"

Zeng Shilin exclaimed in disbelief, "He's already at his peak after just breaking through?!"

"Are you sure it's just a spark? I think it's a raging inferno!"

Even if he is at the level of a second-grade Quasi-Saint.

At this moment, I felt a chill run down my spine.

He had never seen or even heard of such a strange change happening to his eldest son.

You might not believe it when I tell you.

After calming down, Zeng Shilin looked directly at Zeng Shilin:

"Some Confucian cultivators, even those who have reached the second-grade Life-Binding Realm, only have Confucian and Daoist Dharma Forms that are only eight or nine hundred feet tall..."

"I am an extreme Confucian scholar, and there may be some exceptions."

Zeng Anmin didn't think much of it. After making a casual guess, he looked at his cousin sitting on the edge of the bed:

"How so? Is your cousin's injury any better?"

"It's not that easy," Guanglingzi said with a wry smile.

"It will take three times a day for three consecutive days to completely clear the sword energy from her body."

As he said this, his gaze became intense.

He looked at Zeng Anmin and said, "Although the process was extremely painful for me."

"But I think it's worth it!!"

"I have never seen anyone as extraordinary as my young friend Zeng, who has just entered the third rank!"

"Truly worthy of being the ruler of all under heaven!"

Upon hearing this, the old man pursed his lips, his expression somewhat somber, but ultimately said nothing.

Seeing this, Zeng Anmin's lips twitched, and he glared at Guanglingzi, saying, "You're such a grown man, don't you know that loose lips sink ships?"

"It'll happen sooner or later anyway." Realizing he'd misspoke, Guanglingzi chuckled and said...
"Let's continue treating Zeng Rongyu's wounds?"

The old man remained silent, only nodding.

Only a few people present knew that Zeng Anmin had broken through to the third rank.

For the next two days, Zeng Anmin stayed by her side, keeping a close eye on his cousin's injuries day and night.

In the past two days, without anyone noticing, the number of people in Beijing has increased several times compared to usual...

…………

Taoist and Buddhist conference.

It is destined to be a world-renowned missionary conference.

Civil and military officials, heroes from all walks of life.

All gathered today.

"The Taoist sect has been out of the public eye for a long time. It is our honor to meet a Taoist master today."

"Yes, the last time I saw someone from the Daoist sect was already recorded in the history books."

"It is said that if one can gain the favor of the Daoist elders at this conference, one might be able to become a disciple!"

"real?!"

Shh, keep your voices down! It's absolutely true!

"Hiss~ I really need to think about it!"

"........."

In recent days, there have been far more people carrying knives on the streets of Beijing than before.

The Ministry of War dispatched troops to guard the area.

The three departments maintain order.

The once deserted Faanji Temple now seems to be surrounded by desert sands.

From a distance, it was a sea of ​​people.

All the monks of Faan Temple came out of the temple.

We arrived at the huge square outside the temple.

The people who have come today are not pilgrims, but martial arts practitioners.

"Boom bang bang..."

With the sound of orderly footsteps.

Three thousand armored soldiers surrounded the entire square like fierce tigers.

Next was the Imperial City Guard's Tizi Gate.

Xing Siya, the leader of the Eastern Tidu, led the group of tihu (a type of official) with a blank expression, his sword at his waist. Their eyes, like those of hawks, were fixed on the people coming and going around them.

On the south side of Faan Temple Square.

All the civil and military officials in the court were present.

Two hours later.

The entire scene was packed with people from all walks of life.

Everyone was discussing and waiting for the two main characters to appear.

"Father, it seems Uncle Zeng didn't come?"

Among the officials, Qin Wanyue's graceful figure appeared, and she sat at the front of the table.

Beside her stood Qin Shoucheng, the current Minister of Revenue.

At this time, Qin Shoucheng had a full head of black hair and a ruddy complexion.

Although he no longer possessed Confucian or Taoist cultivation, his youthful appearance still drew frequent glances and envious looks from his colleagues.

For officials in the capital, once power has reached this point, there's really nothing in this world worth clinging to.

Only the word "time" remains.

Qin Shoucheng glanced at the empty seat beside him, completely unconcerned, and chuckled:

"Don't worry about it. It's said that His Majesty will be attending the ceremony today. How could he possibly catch up with His Majesty?"

At this point, Qin Shoucheng raised an eyebrow slightly and couldn't help but tease Wanyue:
"In my opinion, although you are asking Old Zeng, you are actually testing that young man Zeng, aren't you?"

Qin Wanyue was caught off guard by these words, her pretty face flushed red, and she stammered, unsure of what to say.

"Wan Yue and Quan Fu are a perfect match, there's no need for you to be so shy."

A slightly cold voice rang out.

Qin Wanyue looked up in a daze.

Then, at the very front right of the seats, sat a dignified and beautiful woman, none other than the long-unseen Princess.

At this moment, the eldest princess had a smile on her face.

To outsiders, the princess's smile appeared to be a joke.

But in Qin Wanyue's eyes, she could vaguely sense a hint of... stiffness.

However, Qin Wanyue did not lose her manners in front of everyone; she lowered her head, covered her face, and smiled.
"Thank you, Your Highness. Your Highness is too kind. Compared to my brother Quan Fu, Wan Yue is like a reed leaning against a jade, a mismatch between two great men."

"hehe."

Everyone who hears such polite words just smiles faintly.

Only the eldest princess nodded expressionlessly, then turned her head to look into the distance.

Qin Wanyue saw the princess's stunning profile, her delicate face framed by slightly furrowed brows, and wondered what she was pondering in her beautiful eyes.

…………

In this chaotic scene.

Suddenly a bright light flashed.

On this clear day, a beautiful rainbow appeared on the southern horizon, accompanied by a burst of light!

The rainbow formed a giant arch bridge that stretched all the way into the field.

This scene occurred.

The chaotic scene instantly fell silent!
Everyone stared at this scene blankly.

"Om!!"

In the sky, two figures, like immortals, gracefully floated onto the rainbow.

The leader was none other than the Daoist Grand Elder, Daoist Jiyuan!
Behind Daoist Jiyuan is Wuxin, the current Holy Son of the Sword Sect.

"The sharp blade in the box is cold to the touch, it can slay all demons but not sever the bonds of fate."

"Borrowing the power of the Big Dipper's Seven Killings, we cleave through the turbid world to reveal a hidden paradise!"

Without another word, the two men spoke.

Then they heard what sounded like chanting coming from the sky.

Twenty-eight words, each word like a thunderclap, resonated in everyone's ears.

"Elder of the Daoist sect, Daoist Jiyuan, greets everyone."

The words fell.

The two figures had already descended from the sky onto the rainbow bridge and appeared before everyone's eyes.

The entire square fell into complete silence.

"Shh!"

Then, Daoist Jiyuan slightly raised his hand, and a sword beam slashed towards the horizon.

The enormous rainbow bridge vanished in the blink of an eye.

The sword's edge returned in response.

Daoist Jiyuan wore only a faint smile, seemingly indifferent, as he slowly walked to the center of the plaza:

"We humbly request Venerable Hongji to appear and meet us."

This move occurred.

This completely stunned those martial arts practitioners.

Their eyes were fixed intently on the figure of the Daoist Jiyuan.

Rapid breathing filled the air.

Finally, the crowd erupted in a violent uproar.

"This... what kind of divine skill is this?!"

"Sword light cleaving through rainbows?!"

"The Daoist sect... is it really that powerful?!"

"My father ruined me!! I told him I wanted to join the Taoist sect, but he stopped me and insisted I learn martial arts!! I regret it so much!! I regret it so much!! If I had known this would happen, I would have joined the Taoist sect even if it meant my death!!"

However, among these voices...

A loud voice silenced them all.

"His Majesty has arrived!!!"

Swish!
Everyone's gaze turned toward the entrance to the square.

(End of this chapter)