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

I don't know how many hours have passed.

Inside the Palace of the Second Saint, Luo Chen slowly emerged from his state of mind, which had been detached from the distinction between inside and outside, and his eyes gradually lit up with a divine light.

call--

He shuddered, and his aura transformed into a gentle breeze, sweeping away all the dust from his robes.

"How are you feeling, young friend?"

Hearing the commotion inside the hall, Zhao Shou instantly appeared beside Luo Chen, carefully examining him.

"Excellent!"

Luo Chen was in a good mood. Now that he was at the eighth level of cultivation, he had gained the ability to write.

From then on, one could gradually improve in the practice of Confucian and Taoist arts.

All cultivation systems in the world require secret techniques or key steps to break through to the eighth rank.

An eighth-rank martial artist needs to open the Heavenly Gate, an eighth-rank Confucian or Taoist needs to cultivate literary courage, and an eighth-rank sorcerer needs to develop a pair of clear eyes.

Luo Chen bowed to Zhao Shou and prepared to leave.

"Sir, the stone tablet left by Cheng Yasheng has now been deciphered, and by a stroke of luck, I have successfully broken through to the eighth rank of body cultivation."

"I will visit Yunlu Academy again another day."

Seeing that Luo Chen was about to leave in a hurry, Zhao Shou hurriedly said:

"Now that you have deciphered the stone tablet of the Cheng Clan's Second Sage, according to our previous agreement..."

Luo Chen cupped his hands to interrupt Zhao Shou, "Please forgive me, sir. I had no choice but to do it before."

At this moment, three great scholars appeared beside Luo Chen, each with a friendly demeanor, and answered on Zhao Shou's behalf:

"Young friend Luo Chen, what are you saying? Our dean is a man of his word!"

"In your heart, you can treat Yunlu Academy like the Imperial Observatory, and come here more often in the future."

"Exchanging ideas with the students of Yunlu Academy will also help your cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism."

Li Mubai took out a booklet first and placed it in Luo Chen's arms. He smiled gently and stroked his beard, saying:

"This paper records the secret techniques of other systems, and it is recorded on the paper."

"If you encounter an enemy in the future, you can tear off a piece of paper and burn it to defend yourself."

Luo Chen quickly scanned the booklet and saw that there were still a few pages of paper stating that words must be followed by law. Immediately, a strong idea formed in his mind.

That is, my great sword is as powerful as the heavens and can pierce through the sky.

"Thank you, Mr. Li, I am very satisfied with this gift."

When Li Mubai saw Luo Chen accept the booklet, his gaze inadvertently drifted to the two people beside him, a smug smile spreading across his face.

"It's just a minor trick of Confucianism and Taoism. Young friend Luo's talent far surpasses ours, and he will soon be able to become a sixth-rank Confucian scholar."

"For young friend Luo, this is icing on the cake."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shen and Chen Tai exclaimed inwardly, "Good heavens!" and their eyes immediately filled with contempt for Li Mubai.

They're all at least at the half-step Life Establishment Realm, yet they resorted to such low-level tactics to win over Luo Chen.

Despite the complaints, what I was really thinking was, "No wonder they were able to reach the Foundation Establishment Realm half a step ahead; their minds are just sharper than the other two!"

So the two of them pulled out some real skills, and it eventually turned into a contest to see who had the best ability.

Zhao Shou covered his forehead and, true to his word, declared, "You three, retreat three hundred li!"

"No one is allowed to approach within 100 meters of the Temple of the Second Saint within half a quarter of an hour!"

The voice just fell.

The three great scholars vanished in an instant.

Seeing that the Palace of the Second Saint had quieted down, Zhao Shou decided to talk to Luo Chen for a while.

His old face turned solemn, and he slowly said, "Young friend, your ambition is lofty; you are the best in all of history."

"To establish a world of great harmony, where all under heaven are for the common good, and the whole world will be our enemy!"

"To break through the ninefold social hierarchy and erase the differences between the rich and the poor is as difficult as ascending to heaven!"

Zhao Shou didn't mince words and directly told Luo Chen the consequences of making this decision.

It was a set of ideas and beliefs that were not accepted by the world, and Luo Chen's fate was predictable.

Suppression, exclusion, blacklisting...

After a long silence, Luo Chen didn't offer any explanation. Instead, he casually teased:

"If what I wrote back then was... to establish a heart for heaven and earth, to establish a destiny for the people, to continue the lost learning of the past sages, and to usher in an era of peace for all generations."

"Sir, how do you feel?"

Zhao Shou paused, then, with his weathered face, re-examined the young friend before him who had not yet reached the age of coming of age.

He exclaimed with admiration, "Wonderful! Above Cheng Yi, the Second Sage, and below the Great Harmony and the Great Equanimity."

Luo Chen countered, "Why?"

Zhao Shou, being a third-rank cultivator at the Life Establishment Realm, quickly replied, "To be honest, if I hadn't heard of your title, Grand Duke of Great Harmony, I might not have found it so jarring."

"To establish a heart for heaven and earth, to establish a destiny for the people, to continue the lost learning of the past sages, and to usher in an era of peace for all generations... These two short lines, in my view now, are nothing more than four words written on one's face."

—I want to be an official!

"Heaven and earth are inherently without intention, yet all living beings suffer; the teachings of the sages have not been passed down, and peace will never be restored for eternity!"

"Young friend, you have hidden your ruthlessness between the lines. After many days, I finally understand why the Supervisor forbids you from practicing Confucian arts."

"Your destiny is as lofty as the heavens; Confucianism and Taoism cannot help you."

So that's how it is... Only then did Luo Chen realize that it was the supervisor who had secretly interfered in this matter. No wonder he encountered many obstacles when he went to Yunlu Academy to study Taoism five years ago.

In this situation, the Dean of Yunlu Academy, a third-rank cultivator at the Life Establishment Realm, is a renowned Confucian scholar known to all!

He straightened his clothes, and slowly bowed to the young man before him who had not yet undergone the coming-of-age ceremony:

"If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening."

"Justice prevails throughout the land, and all people walk the same path towards prosperity... May everything go smoothly for you!"

Luo Chen also bowed respectfully, saying, "We have cleared away the brambles to reach the sacred realm, and planted peach and plum trees to continue the legacy. We will see the day when a thousand sails compete, and the spirit of great harmony will fill the world."

"Don't worry, sir, that day will come..."

Luo Chen's figure gracefully descended the steps, walking step by step towards the outside of Yunlu Academy.

When no one was around.

Blood seeped from Zhao Shou's chest, staining his hempen clothes red.

His weathered face showed no trace of pain, but rather a faint sense of joy.

The figures of the three great Confucian scholars gradually came into view.

Seeing Zhao Shou injured, they felt helpless yet understanding: "Dean, the feeling of being attacked by the heavens and earth must be unpleasant."

"Even if you were to reach the rank of a second-grade Grand Confucian scholar, such a grand destiny is beyond what you and we could possibly shoulder together!"

"So you've come back after all. You've been eavesdropping for a while, haven't you?"

Zhao Shouyan followed the law and quickly stabilized his injuries.

The three Confucian scholars, united in their stance, mocked Zhao Shou, saying, "Could we not come back?"

"Young friend Luo Chen, you're so young, yet someone so much older is using your humble words to exchange for profound insights. It's truly unbearable to watch..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shou blushed and coughed.

"That poem wasn't something I asked for; it was something my young friend asked for. You must understand the difference!"

"By the way, young friend Luo Chen forgot to name his poem, even though it is only four lines long."

"Then I'll take the liberty of deciding on the title: 'A Visit to the Sacred Academy of Luochen, Presented to Teacher Zhao Shou'."

The three great Confucian scholars: "..."

Li Mubai: "That's it! And he's the dean of Yunlu Academy?"

Chen Tai: "That's it! And he's supposed to be a future great Confucian scholar?"

Zhang Shen: "Amazing! I don't even have his thick skin!"