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

The top floor of the Star-Picking Tower, the Bagua Platform!

The supervisor's hair was as white as frost, and his white clothes were as white as snow. At first glance, his figure was unremarkable.

Upon closer inspection, one will find that he is far away, within sight but unattainable.

He sat at the table, in the octagonal pavilion, gazing at the beautiful scenery of Dafeng.

An aged voice slowly rose into the air.

"You've arrived."

"I am coming."

Wei Yuan, whose temples were frosted with white, walked to the edge of the octagonal platform, where he was positioned shoulder to shoulder with the supervisor.

Huaiqing and Nangong Qianrou could only stand two hundred paces away and watch from afar.

"Your Excellency, it has been a long time since we last played chess. Would you mind playing a game with me?"

The old supervisor glanced at Wei Yuan only once before waving his hand.

A chessboard and two boxes of chess pieces appeared out of thin air on the table.

Wei Yuan laughed, flicked the hem of his blue robe, and sat down opposite the supervisor.

"Your Excellency, is there anything amiss in this world?"

Wei Yuan made his move, naturally opening up the conversation.

"I'm old and my eyesight is failing me; I can't see clearly anymore," the supervisor sighed, and then placed his piece.

Wei Yuan then placed a chess piece: "I have received news that the Earl of Pingyuan is Your Majesty's servant, and he plunders tens of thousands of commoners every year."

"These commoners were neither in the palace nor in the military camp; they had all disappeared."

The supervisor remained silent, leisurely playing chess.

"Does the Supervisor know what is sealed within Sangbo Lake?"

"Does Your Excellency know the alchemist behind the tax silver scandal?"

The supervisor remained silent throughout, treating the game of chess as a genuine game of chess.

The two players placed their pieces faster and faster, until finally they barely needed any time to think.

Until the black and white pieces cover the entire board.

draw.

"Youth is wonderful..."

The supervisor waved his hand, making the chessboard disappear. He raised his aged face and gazed at Wei Yuan intently.

"When you were practicing martial arts, I predicted that a second-rank cultivator would emerge from the Great Feng Dynasty, but you ultimately destroyed your own cultivation."

Wei Yuan shook his head: "It's meaningless."

"Why not follow the Confucian path?"

Wei Yuan: "I can't get along with the scholars at Yunlu Academy; it's boring."

"Twenty-five years ago, I asked you if you would like to become my disciple."

"Wei is a heartless sorcerer."

"It's alright. My disciple is proficient in all three arts: martial arts, Confucianism, and Taoist arts."

Wei Yuan: "..."

Upon hearing this, he felt a pang in his heart, sensing that the supervisor had changed somewhat.

Seeing Wei Yuan's humiliation, the supervisor's old eyes, which had been slightly fixed on him, suddenly lit up with a smile:

"What do you think of that kid?"

Wei Yuan remained calm and objectively commented: "He possesses excellent character, the talent to create a world, and the merit to last for ten thousand generations."

"Unfortunately, a sword that is too strong is easily broken."

Wei Yuan's tone suddenly turned solemn: "Establish a world of Great Harmony, so that the world belongs to all."

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

"The system he envisioned was too idealistic; even the Buddha of the West and the shamans of the North wouldn't have dared to imagine it!"

"In a world of great harmony, where the world belongs to all, it is not difficult!"

"Breaking through nine levels, annihilating poverty and wealth—what do you regard worldly cultivators as?"

Wei Yuan couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, adding, "However, the other one... '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.'"

"I think it's extremely suitable! Like an uncrowned king, performing world-creating feats!"

"Unfortunately, it's neither his personality nor his thoughts."

Strange phenomena occurred at the Nariya Sacred Academy.

Not long after, Wei Yuan personally went to Yunlu Academy to check on the situation.

Next year, he intends to lead an army of 100,000 to launch a northern expedition against the Witch God Sect. During this period, Yunlu Academy must not suffer any losses.

As a result, Gian married Shizuka and said: "Read this book!" Wei Yuan saw two kinds of life-ordaining words.

The first type of writing was on a stone wall, which damaged Cheng Yasheng's statue; the other type was written on paper by someone else.

Clearly, the creator's original intention was the first one: to write on the stone tablet and break the statue of the Second Saint!

The second type uses the opportunity to subtly criticize, displaying a hypocritical and pretentious facade!

How can I establish a moral compass for heaven and earth? I want to cultivate!

How can I secure a livelihood for the people? I want to become an official!

How can I bring lasting peace to all generations? I am the strongest!

Every word seems to be for the sake of the common people, but every word is about becoming stronger!

To put it simply, it's about enduring hardship to become stronger for the common people.

It's like saying, "No pain, no gain." First, you have to work hard to become stronger, even if you don't consider yourself human. Once you've become someone of high standing, you won't treat outsiders like human beings!

Most of these people transform the world into their own personal domain, using extraordinary means to help friends and neighbors, severing rules, and seeking immortality.

After waiting for so long, the supervisor finally heard the opinion he wanted to hear from Wei Yuan.

His old eyes gradually deepened, and he quickly rehearsed Luo Chen's life trajectory in his mind.

……

the other side.

Luo Chen returned to his room and entered a state of tranquil meditation.

Luo Chen

[Realm Levels: Rank 6 Martial Artist (Mid-Stage Iron Wall), Rank 8 Confucian/Taoist (Peak of Self-Cultivation), Rank 8 Sorcerer (Mid-Stage Qi Observer)]

[Entries: Purifying the World and Enlightening the Mind (Gold), Unpolished Jade and Pure Gold (Orange), Great Fortune (Gold), Beauty That Could Topple Kingdoms (Gold)]

[Number of copies: 1]

[Glossary: ​​Smooth Sailing (Purple), Quick-witted and Eager to Learn (Green), Gentle and Refined (Blue)]

With the golden comprehension attribute, he was able to maintain a state of balance between inner and outer self at all times.

In other words, the mental charm effect has almost no impact on Luo Chen.

Even without using a beautiful woman to calm his temper, Luo Chen can enter a sage mode and think about problems very rationally.

No wonder, the higher the level of a cultivator, the more indifferent their emotions become, not to the point of being detached or cold as if they have no feelings at all.

Suddenly, the Thousand-Mile Conch Shell rippled with energy, filling the room with light.

From the other end of the Thousand-Mile Conch Shell came a heartbreaking cry for help.

"Brother Lao, I'm in trouble again."

"Help me!"

Luo Chen said calmly, "It's alright, just be more careful in the next life."

Xu Qi'an: "??????"

"Brother Lao, aren't you going to ask me what happened, or just tell me to be more careful in my next life?"

"This time, my companions and I ransacked the criminal compound, and we found a silver gong who actually exposed a young girl in her prime."

"So I defied my superior and chopped him down with a knife."

"Fortunately, the other person didn't die, but was crippled!"

Luo Chen knew that Wei Yuan was reluctant to kill Xu Qi'an, so he would find a death row inmate to die in Xu Qi'an's place.

Then they change their faces and names, and live as other people.

Ten days ago, Luo Chen, through Huai Qing's letter of introduction, successfully qualified Xu Qi'an to participate in the night watchman's talent test.

As expected, Xu Qi'an received the two characters "Jia Shang" written by Wei Yuan himself.

During this time, Xu Qi'an continuously solved cases of all sizes, gaining the attention of many powerful figures, including Wei Yuan.

Luo Chen: "Don't worry, Wei Yuan won't kill you."

"At most, you'll be given a new identity to live under, but of course, the torture you endure will likely be unavoidable."

"Bear with it, the next identity will come soon."

Xu Qi'an: "..."

Hearing Luo Chen's words, Xu Qi'an felt a little relieved, as long as he wouldn't die.

If he dies, my second uncle will be heartbroken. My beautiful sister will definitely be crying her eyes out.

After calming himself down, Xu Qi'an began to ponder Luo Chen's attitude towards him.