Da Feng: From copying golden entries to becoming an immortal in the mortal world

In the Temple of the Second Saint.

Turning around inside the Luochen Palace, one can see that on the left and right sides of the main hall, there is a stone tablet as tall as a person.

One side is blank, and the other side is engraved with words.

"He died for his country out of loyalty and righteousness, and his name will be remembered for generations to come—Cheng Hui."

The handwriting is neat, neither flamboyant nor sloppy, nor ostentatious, giving people a sense of dignified and majestic elegance.

Luo Chen merely cupped his hands slightly in respect for the other party's strength as a first-grade Quasi-Saint, but did not agree with the other party's ideology.

Whether they were saints or near-saints, the ideas they passed down were all based on the foundation of feudal dynasties.

This includes the Confucian system they practiced, which was confined to the small court.

After reaching the third rank, one must enter the imperial court as an official; otherwise, one cannot advance in cultivation level and will forever remain stuck at the Establishing Life Realm!

"This world is vast; it doesn't belong to emperors or the strong, it belongs to us."

Luo Chen took a deep breath, and his palm emerged from under his sleeve, his rolling energy allowing him to retrieve objects remotely.

Pick up the brush from the table next to the blank stone tablet.

An eighth-rank martial artist can project their aura outwards, attaching it to their weapon to unleash even more powerful sword and saber aura.

Suddenly, Luo Chen exhaled slowly, the tip of the brush in his hand becoming like a carving knife.

Aiming at the blank stone tablet, the horizontal hook resembles a sword cutting through the raging torrent.

"To establish a world of great harmony, so that all under heaven may be for the common good."

"Break through the nine levels of social hierarchy and eliminate the differences between the rich and the poor."

Luo Chen threw down his pen with a resounding clang and sheathed it, the blue paper still bearing the scent of cinnabar.

After finishing writing, he already had a vague idea of ​​what he might face in the future.

It's nothing more than being alone against the world, enduring a few hardships.

Rumbling--

In an instant, the stone tablet next to Luo Chen cracked, and a huge crack appeared running from top to bottom.

At the same time, if there are outsiders present.

They would definitely see the purple-gold gas above Luo Chen's head instantly become denser, and then disappear in a flash.

Immediately afterwards, the entire Temple of the Second Saint trembled, dust fell from the dome, and candlesticks tipped over.

A wisp of pure energy rose from the statue of the Second Sage, bursting through the white clouds atop the mountain, and the extraordinary phenomenon could be seen for dozens of miles around.

At that moment, Luo Chen felt a warmth spread through his body, and the fear hidden deep within him seemed to subside.

There was an invisible force standing behind him, encouraging and helping him to become brave!

Luo Chen immediately understood and guessed that this must be the literary courage possessed by the eighth-rank Confucian self-cultivation.

That invisible force must be the spirit of righteousness and courage!

Courage is never fearlessness, but rather having the courage to face difficulties while harboring fear!

Luo Chen closed his eyes, and even as the surrounding environment trembled, he stood firm like a pillar of strength.

He established the distinction between inner and outer, and felt the breakthrough from the ninth level of enlightenment to the eighth level of self-cultivation.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, on breaking through to the eighth rank of Body Cultivation. Copy chance +1]

Cultivating "literary courage" enhances boldness and makes one's words more persuasive, which can inspire one's own morale.

It initially demonstrates the ability to "make words law," which can briefly influence the mind of the enemy (such as intimidation or confusion).

……

Bamboo grove outside the Temple of the Second Saint

Zhao Shou suddenly turned around and looked up into the hall.

A few seconds later, three great scholars appeared beside him, wanting to ask what had happened.

A surge of pure energy, so powerful and irresistible, shot straight into the sky, piercing through the heavens.

The thick white clouds floating on Qingyun Mountain collapsed in full view of everyone.

Seeing this, Zhao Shou recalled Luo Chen's composure when he entered the hall, and murmured, "Could it be that this kid really succeeded?"

Chen Tai, judging from the dean's words, was clearly aware of what was happening inside the Palace of the Second Saint.

He quickly guessed who it was, and he bowed respectfully, "Dean, you're confused!"

"No one other than a student of Yunlu Academy is allowed to enter the Quasi-Sage Palace. Young friend Luo Chen is the direct disciple of the Supervisor. What if he demolishes the Quasi-Sage Palace? What will we do then?"

With mixed feelings, Zhao Shouman instructed, "Let's go in and check the situation first. We can discuss anything else later."

"A gentleman keeps silent."

Dean Zhao Shou and three great Confucian scholars from Yunlu Academy entered the Yasheng Academy.

The candlesticks inside the hall were tilted over, and thick wax dripped down.

In the spacious hall, only a cheerful young man dressed in a cloud-patterned robe stood.

His pure and gentle aura was like a spring breeze, and his noble spirit accompanied him, emanating a faint golden light, making him seem like a young sage!

"this……"

A storm raged in Dean Zhao's usually calm eyes: "What is this?"

The other three great scholars who followed Zhao Shou in were equally astonished.

Li Mubai: "A righteous aura surrounds your entire body. You've only just broken through to the eighth rank of Body Cultivation, yet you possess such a profound righteous aura?"

Chen Tai's lips trembled with excitement, "This isn't just his righteous spirit, this is the righteous spirit of a near-sage!"

"The sage is helping him hone his literary talent!"

The three were puzzled by what they were seeing. Although they were respectfully called great Confucian scholars, their actual cultivation level was only at the fourth-grade gentleman realm, not the second-grade great Confucian scholar realm.

After calming down, Zhao Shouping revealed the truth:

"It is because the Second Sage has approved of him!"

"You'll understand if you look at the stone tablet."

The three scholars' gazes were instantly drawn to the stone tablet. As they looked at the inscription, they felt the surrounding environment fading and disappearing, and that nothing else mattered.

Only those two lines of text, written in a sharp, sword-like hand, are deeply imprinted in my heart, becoming the only thing in the world at that moment.

To establish a world of great harmony, so that all under heaven may be for the common good.

Break through the nine levels of social hierarchy and eliminate the differences between the rich and the poor.

In just two short lines, not a single word mentions the people, yet every word speaks of them, aiming for justice, for building peace, and for lasting prosperity.

These Confucian scholars, hailed as possessing great talent for governing the country, were now trembling uncontrollably, their voices hoarse, as if they were on drugs.

"A truly enlightening revelation, an absolute revelation..."

"Without a true sage, even a near-sage can be recognized. Young friend Luo Chen, you are truly a young sage."

Luo Chen stood tall in the breeze, still accepting the gift from the Quasi-Saint with his eyes closed; he had long since distinguished between the inner and outer realms.

The righteous spirit that he exuded, like the radiance of a sage, actually protected him while helping him comprehend the mysteries of Confucianism and Taoism.

Therefore, he knew nothing about what was happening outside.

Li Mubai sighed, "Let us establish a world of great harmony, so that all under heaven may be for the common good."

"Officials should serve the country and the people, and should be fair and just. Those who call themselves upright and just officials are simply elevating themselves and looking down on the common people."

"And how can fairness and impartiality be achieved?"

"Officials should come from the people and return to the people."

Dean Zhao Shou was taken aback upon hearing this, his gaze fixed on Li Mubai, a clear light flashing in his eyes, and he asked in surprise, "You're about to make your decision?!"

Chen Tai and Zhang Shen were shocked; they felt envious.

Li Mubai smiled and stroked his beard: "Thanks to my young friend Luo Chen, I have suddenly seen the light."

Zhang Shen and Chen Tai exchanged a glance and secretly decided that from this day forward, they would go into seclusion at the Yasheng Academy to cultivate their Dao and never come out again.

"From this day forward, students are prohibited from entering the Temple of the Second Saint."

Zhao Shou's eyes, brimming with inner brilliance, swept over the assembled Confucian scholars. He said, "This matter must not be divulged. I wish to make a statement to the three of you."

The three Confucian scholars looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Zhao Shou focused his energy in his lower abdomen and concentrated his strength on the tip of his tongue: "A gentleman should keep his mouth shut."

In order not to disturb Luo Chen, they disappeared from the Palace of the Quasi-Saint.