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

Chapter 422 Dad showed off a lot.

Xuanlun Mountain Villa has been officially removed from the list.

When this news reached the ears of various forces...

Zeng Anmin left Xiliu by boat and embarked on his journey back to Beijing.

Master Hongji also expended great spiritual power to pray for rain in the Xiliu region, and the severe drought in Xiliu is gradually recovering.

The disaster relief food is enough to feed the victims until next spring.

Once the first harvest of grain arrives in spring, the disaster in Xiliu will be considered to have passed without serious consequences.

Governor-General An Jiuyuan of Xiliu submitted a memorial to the Emperor:
The Xuanlun Manor raided grain supplies, intending to rebel.

Zeng Anmin led two hundred armored soldiers to attack and conquer it.

Xuanlun Mountain Villa has been removed from the list.

Three simple sentences.

However, it caused an absolute shock to the entire Great Holy Dynasty.

…………

As winter approached, Emperor Jianhong lay on a chair, covered with a blanket.

The Imperial Study was not cold because of the stove providing heating.

"Your Majesty, a secret report has arrived."

A respectful voice rang out in the room.

"Ah."

Emperor Jianhong nodded slightly, slowly extended his hand, and as his palm opened, a slip of paper, as if carried by a gentle breeze, fell precisely into his palm.

He opened the note and looked up at it.

His gaze, which had been indifferent just a moment ago, instantly turned sharp upon seeing the contents of the note.

"died?"

He slowly raised his head and stared blankly into a certain direction.

One dead and one missing.

In the empty imperial study, a voice condensed into a line and entered Emperor Jianhong's ears.

Emperor Jianhong clenched his fists tightly.

His body did not move.

But an oppressive silence filled the entire imperial study.

"anything else?"

Emperor Jianhong remained expressionless.

"Liu Shishi, Zeng Anmin, and Master Hongji of Fa'an Temple led a group to destroy Xuanlun Manor."

"The reason given was that it was discovered that Xuanlun Manor had plundered disaster relief grain and intended to rebel."

Upon hearing this news, Emperor Jianhong frowned slightly, then slowly tossed the note in his hand into the stove.

"嗞～"

The paper strip turned into black powder in an instant.

"I understand."

He reached up and pressed his hand to his brow, gently pinching it, then pondered for a moment.

He raised his hand and waved: "Go down."

"Yes." The voice in the air remained respectful.

The Imperial Study became eerily silent for a long time.

After a long time.

Emperor Jianhong slowly raised his head, a faint look of disappointment appearing in his eyes:
"Guan Tiansheng failed his tribulation."

This was his conclusion after analyzing all the intelligence.

His eyes, as clear as well water without any luster, cast an extremely sharp glint.

"That's the only explanation."

His voice carried a hint of weariness and vicissitude.

Emperor Jianhong raised an eyebrow at the paper strip that had turned to ashes in the furnace:
“Zeng Anmin is an extremely prudent man who never does anything without a certainty of success.”

“He dared to lead two hundred men to Xuanlun Manor.”

"They must have already known about Guan Tiansheng's failure to transcend the tribulation."

How did he find out about this?

After a long time.

Emperor Jianhong sighed softly, his expression growing increasingly cold:

"Xuanzhen Division, Shen Qiu..."

His fists were clenched tightly together under his sleeves.

…………

In the martial arts world.

These days it's exploded.

It began to spread from the west of the Great Holy Dynasty.

The message traveled all the way to the easternmost coast of the East China Sea.

Every martial artist, even the lowest-ranking one, knows that a major event has occurred in the world.

"Zeng Anmin, with only two hundred grapes, slaughtered all five thousand disciples of Xuanlun Manor?!"

"His~~"

"Where is the second-rank patriarch? Will Patriarch Guan just sit idly by?"

"What?! It was taken away by the magical artifact bestowed by the Confucian Sage?! Is this... really true?!"

…………

"What?! Zeng Anmin single-handedly stormed Xuanlun Manor and slaughtered Patriarch Guan and all 30,000 people there?!"

"Is the news reliable?!"

"Absolutely true!"

"Damn it, does Zeng Anmin have three heads and six arms?!"

……

The news got more and more outrageous as it spread.

When the news reached the border of Jiang Kingdom.

It has even begun to evolve into different schools of thought.

Some say that Zeng Anmin simply moved a finger from a hundred miles away and wiped out Xuanlun Manor...

Some say that the Confucian sage, upon hearing that Zeng Anmin had suffered some hardship while providing disaster relief in Xiliu, couldn't bear it and personally descended to the mortal realm, destroying Xuanlun Manor with a flick of his finger...

In short, there is anything to say.

…………

Clear Bay.

The combined forces of the two nations of Sacred River and Sacred River, totaling 260,000 men, converged here.

After the first round of fierce battles.

Only two mountains in the southern part of the Wanyao Mountain Range have been captured so far.

These are Yutou Mountain, which was captured by the Princess and her troops.

And Pingyun Mountain, which was conquered by Empress Gu Xiangnan.

Heavy snowfall hampered the advance of the combined forces of the two countries.

Zeng Shilin's command tent was also moved to Yutou Mountain.

"Weird."

"Didn't Xu Mingxin say that the weather would be sunny for the next few months?"

"Why did a sudden blizzard occur?"

Zeng Shilin sat in the commander's tent, his face showing a gloomy expression.

Heavy snow blocked the roads, preventing the army from advancing into the mountains, which was undoubtedly a major headache for the allied forces of the two countries.

There were six people in the tent at this time.

They were all Zeng Shilin's confidants.

"It's not just Xu Mingxin; the disciples of the Eastern Sect in Jiang Kingdom also predicted a great clear sky."

The eldest princess narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, sat down in the chair, gently smoothed the snowflakes off her armor, and looked at Zeng Shilin:
"Lord Wenqing, I believe the most urgent task is to deploy defenses and prevent these demons from the southern mountains from taking the opportunity to attack our camp."

"Wu Qianfeng has already taken care of this matter." Zeng Shilin stroked his beard, looked up expressionlessly, and said:

"This snow came too strangely, but I, the general, viewed it with righteous indignation and found no evil spirits in it."

"It seems that the secrets of heaven were concealed by someone, causing Xu Mingxin and the people of the Eastern Sect to miscalculate, which delayed the military intelligence."

"Oh?" A glint flashed in the princess's eyes: "That second-rank demon lord?"

Zeng Shilin nodded calmly: "Besides her, I can't think of anyone else..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Then someone came to report:
"General! Intelligence has arrived."

"Oh?" Zeng Shilin looked up at the person who came to report: "Could it be that the demon race is attacking?"

"A secret report was sent to Liangjiang Prefecture."

Liangjiang Prefecture?
Zeng Shilin was slightly taken aback, then reached out and took the secret report.

Before even looking at it, the face of Lou Yingqi, the current governor of Fengqi Road, flashed through his mind.

What secret report will Lou Huaiyin send at this time?
He gently opened the secret report, his gaze falling on the paper.

[When Zeng Shaojun was providing disaster relief westward, he happened to witness a rebellion at Xuanlun Manor. He led two hundred armored soldiers to quell the rebellion and used the Confucian Sage's treasure to behead the old patriarch Guan in the bamboo forest of the manor.]

The fewer the words, the more shocking the information.

Upon seeing this sentence, Zeng Shilin's eyes widened in shock.

The supreme treasure of Confucianism?
How did it become a Confucian treasure?
Others might not know whether Zeng Anmin had this thing, but how could Zeng Shilin not know?

This is bullshit!
"You brat, how exactly did you kill a second-rank patriarch?"
why?
Could such a bizarre thing really happen?
Zeng Shilin was filled with doubts.

He even wanted to fly right up to that brat and ask him the whole story...

The entire tent remained silent for a long time.

"What intelligence is this? Could it be that the demon race has come under the cover of snow?"

When the eldest princess saw Zeng Shilin's frozen expression, her heart sank.

Zeng Shilin took a deep breath, looked up at the Princess, his expression somewhat cold:
"These are just trivial matters, none of my military secrets, so let's not talk about them."

As he spoke, he casually placed the note on the table.

Upon hearing his words, all the generals present were taken aback.

Everyone looked curiously at the secret report.

"General Zeng, the military situation is currently critical. It's probably inappropriate for Lou Yingqi from Liangjiang County to send a secret report like this."

The eldest princess glanced at Zeng Shilin indifferently.

The title has changed from Duke Wenqing to Commander Zeng...

"Does Your Highness doubt me?" Zeng Shilin raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the Princess with a half-smile.

"I had no such intention; I simply felt that all the generals were present." The eldest princess also looked at Zeng Shilin:
"Lord Wenqing, it's best not to leave any room for criticism."

"Hehe." Zeng Shilin smiled faintly: "Since you all want to see it, then pass it around."

As he spoke, his righteous energy wrapped around the note and flew toward the princess's hand.

Having received the note, the princess looked down at it.

Upon seeing the contents of the note, her hand trembled violently.

Then, his eyes widened in disbelief, staring intently at the contents of the note.

"Guan Tiansheng!! Is he dead?!" Her voice echoed throughout the entire tent.

Everyone inside the tent held their breath.

"Uh-huh!!!"

Everyone present stood up.

"Ancestor Guan?!"

"A second-rank patriarch from Xuanlun Manor!"

"Dead?!"

"Who did this?!"

……

The eldest princess took a deep breath and passed the note to the next person:
"See for yourselves."

Then his hands, hidden under his sleeves, clenched tightly together.

Zeng Anmin!
He killed a second-rank martial artist?!
This news made her explode on the spot.

That's really too mysterious.

……

After everyone has seen it.

They all looked up and stared straight at Zeng Shilin.

"Lord Wenqing...Young Master Zeng..."

The generals' throats were all a little dry.

They simply couldn't believe what was written on the note.

"Is that Confucian classic truly so divine?!"

"Lord Wenqing, could you tell me about that priceless treasure?"

The Confucian Sage's Treasure?

I'm even more curious than you are about what exactly that Confucian treasure is...

Zeng Shilin smiled faintly and gently stroked his beard, saying:
"hehe."

"I gave that precious treasure to my son for self-defense, but I never expected him to use it to kill thieves. What an ignorant child. Oh well, let's not talk about it."

There was nothing he could do; as the father, he had no choice but to stick to the story his son had told.

He knew, of course, that if he didn't give a clear explanation...

Zeng Anmin's many secrets will likely be on Emperor Jianhong's mind as soon as he returns to the capital.

…………

Pingyun Mountain.

Inside Empress Gu Xiangnan's tent.

"The Confucian Sage's supreme treasure??"

"Killed Guan Tiansheng?!"

At this moment, Gu Xiangnan's facial expression was completely blank.

Looking at the intelligence in his hand.

For the first time, she felt like she had heard a huge joke.

"How can it be?!!"

Her voice even carried out of the main tent.

She naturally remembered that a month ago, Zeng Anmin had sent her a message through the Heavenly Dao Diagram.

I asked about breaking through the martial arts path.

And then came the news that he had killed a second-rank patriarch?

How can this be? ?
Isn't this nonsense?

Could it be that Zeng Anmin has truly reached the second rank of martial arts?

She swallowed hard.

Looking at the Phoenix Strategy Picture in his hand:

[Nan: Quan Fu, you've broken through to the second rank??]

Soon, the Phoenix Strategy Map began to tremble.

[North: No? What's wrong?]

[Nan: So how did you kill Guan Tiansheng?]

[North: Oh, he died after failing his tribulation, but for some reason, I can't let anyone know that I know he's dead, you understand?]

Nan: Hmm.

[Bei: That's good. By the way, you're in Qinghai Bay now, right?]

[Nan: Yes.]

[North: Please pass on a message to my dad, telling him not to let anything slip.]

…………

I was young then, wearing a thin blue robe.

Riding a horse and leaning against a sloping bridge.

The entire building is filled with beauties beckoning.

The disaster relief team has already descended the Ganges River.

Because of the cold weather, the river water was frozen into ice, making it unsuitable for the fleet to travel.

Therefore, Zeng Anmin changed his route and took the land route.

Zeng Anmin, Liu Shishi, Sai Chuxue, Sima Nan.

The three of them rode on horseback, their gazes fixed on the capital city ahead.

The procession consisted of a thousand people.

When they returned, less than three hundred remained.

Inside the carriage behind Zeng Anmin.

Sun Chuanfang's ashes are placed there.

As for Dongfang Sheng... there wasn't even a corpse.

The heavy snow has stopped.

The streets were piled high with snow, like hills.

The capital city ahead was still bustling with people.

"Let's go into town."

Zeng Anmin glanced back at all the urns inside the carriage.

These boxes contained the remains of the grapes, which were found in the huge crack that the pipe had naturally cut open.

"Yes!"

Sima Nan straightened his chest and rode his horse towards the capital gate.

Before long, officials came to meet them.

Zeng Anmin rode on horseback and led his troops into the city.

"I will return to the Imperial City Guard first."

Sima Nan bowed to Zeng Anmin.

"Go."

"Then we'll head back to the Xuanzhen Division to report."

Liu Shishi, with Sai Chuxue by her side, looked at Zeng Anmin and said, "See you tomorrow when Emperor Jianhong summons us."

"it is good."

……

Zeng Anmin rode his horse toward the Duke's mansion.

But at this moment, an aged voice slowly rang out:

"Nephew Zeng, please wait a moment. I have something I'd like to ask you."

Hear this sound.

Zeng Anmin frowned.

Then he squinted and looked behind him.

among the crowd.

A figure dressed in snow-white stood there.

However, his face looked old.

With one hand behind his back, he looked like a celestial being descending to earth in the snow.

"You are……"

Zeng Anmin looked warily at the old man who had suddenly appeared in front of him.

"I am Shi Ze."

"I suppose my nephew Zeng must have heard about this."

The old man looked at Zeng Anmin with a smile.

Hear the name.

Zeng Anmin was taken aback.

Then it suddenly dawned on me.

Dean Shi of Qilin Academy!

Another second-rank Quasi-Saint of the Great Holy Dynasty!

A legendary figure!
"Aren't you supposed to be defending the northern border against demons?"

"how……"

Zeng Anmin dismounted, straightened his clothes, and stepped forward to bow: "Greetings, Dean Shi."

"Nephew, you don't need to be so polite."

Shi Ze smiled lightly, and casually unleashed a surge of righteous energy that lifted Zeng Anmin up like a gentle breeze:

With Lord Wenqing involved in the southern border, most of the demons from the northern border have gone to reinforce the southern border.

"Now that General Xiang Donglai is in charge of the northern border, there is nothing to worry about for the time being, so I will return to the capital."

"I see." Zeng Anmin suddenly realized, then praised, "General Xiang Donglai has recovered from his injuries, and the Mandarin Duck Army has been formed in the north... Defending the north will definitely not be a problem."

"Hmm." Shi Ze nodded, a cold smile appearing on his face as if he had thought of something.
"General Xiang has been exceptionally skilled in martial arts since childhood, striving for the pinnacle of martial arts. Regardless of his abilities, he is certainly better than those who take shortcuts and cultivate demon blood martial arts."

Zeng Anmin was slightly taken aback upon hearing this: "Who is it?"

Shi Ze glanced at Zeng Anmin: "Nephew, do you know who I have a grudge against in the Northern Border?"

"I really don't know." Zeng Anmin scratched his head.

The two chatted as they walked, and by then they had arrived at the gate of the Duke's mansion.

Shi Ze said calmly, "I am naturally referring to Ji Qing."

"Ok."

Zeng Anmin thought about it and agreed. Although they were both fighting demons in the northern border, one was a scholar and the other a warrior, so it was certain that they looked down on each other.

He was about to open his mouth and call for the doorman to open the door.

His body suddenly stopped.

Even though he now possesses the combat strength of a third-rank martial artist, he is no longer afraid of the cold.

But he still felt a chill on his neck.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Shi Ze: "Dean Shi, are you referring to the demonic blood martial arts that Ji Qing cultivates?!"

(End of this chapter)