I proved immortality through the imperial examination.

Chapter 84 Master

After Zhongli Mei unleashed his sweeping attack, all the powerful figures were filled with rage.

Xue Xiang said, "Young friend, you're too attached to appearances."

I have faced numerous life-threatening situations along the way.

Even someone as accomplished as myself, who has embarked on the path to immortality and reached the pinnacle, will inevitably face certain death.

The so-called realm of spiritual cultivation is nothing more than a fleeting glimpse.

As for inheritance, it ultimately comes down to fate.

Having spent so long engaging in deception and manipulation in the business world, Xue Xiang has become adept at switching between acting styles.

His current image as a highly accomplished and enlightened person is flawless.

"How can one be considered to be destined for each other?"

Zhongli Mei said loudly, "Those who are weak may have fate but not destiny; those who are strong may have fate even if they have none."

Since you, fellow Daoist, have not chosen me as your successor, I dare to ask you to accept my challenge.

"Fellow Daoist Zhong, how rude of you! The Master of the Cave Profound Realm has clearly stated that he is nearing the end of his life, yet you still dare to challenge him. What is the reason for this?"

"Exactly, the seniors all said that the lineage should be chosen according to fate, are you trying to snatch it by force?"

"Gentlemen, if we join forces, we may not be afraid of him."

"Indeed, my Boundless Sword Sect is not without Nascent Soul Ancestors as well."

"........."

Instantly, Zhongli Mei aroused the wrath of the crowd.

"Get out of here, you bunch of chickens and dogs!"

Zhongli Mei let out a long roar and lightly patted the dragon head between his legs.

The Azure Dragon let out a fierce roar, its massive body crushing through the clouds, its scales rubbing together with a metallic clanging sound, as it swept away the group of cultivators.

"Be bold!"

Hundreds of cultivators launched their attacks simultaneously, and in an instant, spiritual light burst forth like stars exploding.

Someone unleashed a magical artifact, which exploded with spiritual light.

Some people engage in sharp and eloquent debates, their literary brilliance illuminating the stars.

Various bombardment waves converged into a hurricane-like torrent, piercing straight into the sky.

A ghostly light flowed deep within the dragon's eyes, and with a slight sway of its body, a fierce wind instantly tore through the air, as if the sky were collapsing.

The spiritual energy shockwaves released by the cultivators shattered and disintegrated like glass under the overwhelming and unstoppable dragon's might.

The Azure Dragon raised its head and let out a roar that made mountains and rivers tremble. It spewed out a dragon breath with a destructive aura from its huge mouth, which sprayed everywhere, and all the cultivators retreated.

"Four claws, a four-clawed azure dragon."

"I really don't know how that old thief subdued this four-clawed azure dragon. Are all the old dragons dead?"

"........."

With a whoosh, a vast expanse of dragon's breath fell upon the Bohai Sea, causing the seawater to boil. In an instant, surging steam rose straight into the sky.

"Who dares to stop me!"

Zhongli Mei let out a long, shrill cry.

Xue Xiang was dumbfounded.

The only thing keeping him from running away is the eight Wenxu Pearls in his possession.

Just as Zhongli Mei was about to lose his temper, he tested the Wenxu Pearl.

Inside the cave, this thing was just like the spiritual energy he encountered in the Trial Realm—extremely active and capable of unleashing terrifying power without the need for spiritual energy.

However, once it leaves the cave, this thing not only loses half its activity, but its attack power also relies entirely on spiritual energy.

"stop!"

Seeing that Zhongli Mei was about to show off, Xue Xiang shouted to stop him. He was naturally annoyed that these Core Formation stage guys were too useless.

But if he didn't speak up and stop them at this moment, it wouldn't fit the persona of a superior person he had cultivated.

"Fellow Daoist is finally willing to make a move?"

Zhongli Mo was overjoyed.

Xue Xiang recited aloud, "Eight hundred years have passed since I attained enlightenment, and I have never taken a person's head with my flying sword."

I am old and frail, and I do not wish to commit any more killings.

Young friend Zhong, I may not be able to inherit the Wenxu legacy from you, but I can offer guidance on cultivation.

How about this: you become my disciple and I'll spare these children.

how is it? "

Zhongli Mei laughed loudly, "Fellow Daoist, you have quite the big mouth."

Since the day I attained enlightenment, no one has been able to guide me, whether I'm in heaven or on earth.

"Since you dare to make such a boast, I'll test your mettle." Before he finished speaking, he lightly rubbed his fingers together, and the Azure Dragon, receiving the command, roared and surged wildly towards Xue Xiang.

Xue Xiang remained unmoved by the winds and said loudly, "Young friend Zhong, it seems you are indeed deeply obsessed."

Today I'm going to teach you a lesson, so listen carefully.

In ancient times, every scholar had a teacher.

A teacher is one who imparts knowledge, instructs in skills, and resolves doubts.

Before he could finish speaking, he released a Wenxu Pearl.

The Wenxu Pearl instantly transformed into literary energy, causing wind and clouds to surge.

Just then, the Azure Dragon rushed into the cave, its body radiating a chilling metallic aura, like a high-speed train crashing down upon it.

However, as Xue Xiang uttered his words, the literary aura manifested by the Wenxu Pearl, sensing Xue Xiang's recitation, transformed into the image of an old man who enlightens all beings.

The old man gently touched the dragon's head with his finger, and the dragon's enormous body was stopped.

The Azure Dragon was enraged, its body thrashing wildly, yet it could not advance an inch.

In an instant, the dragon's eyes turned red.

Xue Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and then produced another Wenxu Pearl to reinforce the old man's image. He then recited, "...No one is born with knowledge, so who can be without doubts?"

If one is confused but does not seek a teacher, one's confusion will never be resolved...

As he continued chanting, the mountains and rivers echoed and roared.

The oppressive force of heaven and earth created by Zhongli Mo's violent power dissipated at this moment.

Startled birds return to the forest, and leaping fish plunge into the sea.

“Articles, articles of moral and ethical caliber.”

"It is my great fortune to meet such a great sage of Confucianism today."

"I have learned a great deal from your wise counsel."

"........."

Thirty or forty people knelt down in the crowd; none of them were Confucian disciples.

The students of Canglan Academy knelt down before Ruyi, their eyes filled with tears.

They are all renowned scholars; you can easily tell the quality of this article.

"...those who were born before me, whose understanding of the Way was certainly prior to mine, I followed and learned from them."
Those who were born after me, yet who heard the Way before me, I follow and learn from them.

My teacher is the Way; why should I care whether he was born before or after me?
Therefore, regardless of rank or age, wherever the Way exists, there the teacher exists.

boom!
Outside the cave, the world changed color, and thunder roared mournfully.

On the Bohai Sea, a serpent demon that had devoured several villages, with a body thirty feet long, tumbled several times on the surface of the sea before exploding and dying.

"Where the Way exists, there the teacher exists; it is not worth mentioning except for sages and worthies."

All the Confucian scholars let out a long, loud cry, and the wind and clouds changed color.

Zhongli Mei remained silent, staring intently at the cave entrance.

As Xue Xiang recited, the old man, whose literary aura manifested, shone with golden light, as if a sage had descended upon the world.

He suddenly released his fingers from the dragon's head and looked at the dragon with deep sorrow.

The Azure Dragon, which had been holding its breath full of dragon breath, suddenly swallowed it, lowered its head, and knelt down at Xue Xiang's feet.

Xue Xiang stopped chanting, and the old man, whose literary aura had manifested, slowly dispersed, transforming into literary energy that lingered around the cave.

Xue Xiang sighed inwardly, realizing that poetry and prose were indeed not on the same level.

The former is at most a show, while the latter is earth-shattering.

"I never expected that you would be such a virtuous Confucian scholar. I am truly convinced of your greatness. However, I am not Confucian and I am afraid that I cannot become your disciple."

Zhongli Mei cupped his hands and said.

The title "fellow Daoist" has finally changed to "senior".

Zhongli Mei was heartbroken.

It was so hard to find a literary ruin, and inside were the original owners, now old and decaying.

I wanted to take a gamble, but instead I stumbled upon a great Confucian scholar.

Other cultivators are old and frail, their power greatly diminished.

The great Confucian scholars are different. As long as they have literary talent, they can hold back an article and wait until the moment of crisis to unleash it, which can change the world and command the wind and rain.

He didn't want to get into trouble.

“If you are unwilling to worship me, that is fine. However, this Azure Dragon is no ordinary creature. Why should you tame it as a servant? Why not set it free?”

Xue Xiang received divine blessings, wishing to liberate all life.

Since it's not your own spirit pet, isn't it fun to teach your enemy to be a saint?

(End of this chapter)