My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

After thinking for a moment, Yang Xun smiled nonchalantly and said, "So be it, we have no other choice."

The vice president frowned, but quickly relaxed, because Yang Xun was right.

The Talent Stele is now on the verge of breaking, and we can only challenge it one more time.

If Qi Yu fails, the stone tablet will shatter, and there will be no more stone tablets of talent. They will also forever lose the legacy of the Confucian sage.

……

Qi Yu followed Wei Zhong into a grove of trees, surrounded by dense vegetation.

There's actually a huge mountain behind Qingyun Academy!

Walking up the stone steps, Qi Yu finally saw the Talent Stele in the mountain pavilion.

The stone tablet is three zhang high, one zhang and five zhang wide, and about one chi thick. The surface of the tablet is smooth and obviously eroded by wind and rain.

This stone tablet, though seemingly simple, is actually just an ordinary stone tablet.

Moreover, it was a stone tablet that was almost broken!

The surface of the monument is covered with dense cracks, the deepest of which is so deep that a finger can almost be inserted into it.

Qi Yu couldn't help but walk closer to take a look. Just as he was about to touch it, Wei Zhong grabbed his hand.

"Don't touch it, you'll get hurt!" Wei Zhong said seriously.

Qi Yu frowned and asked, "What do you mean by 'injured'?"

Wei Zhong looked at the stone tablet with a solemn expression and said, "This stone tablet was left by the Confucian sage. For thousands of years, it has never been damaged in the slightest."

"If you touch it rashly, there might be some dangers, or you might be challenging it prematurely. With your current strength, going there would be tantamount to courting death."

Qi Yu frowned and asked, "Will they die?"

The vice dean didn't tell me that failing the challenge would mean death!

Wei Zhong shook his head and said, "You won't die, but the stone tablet will absorb all your talent and deprive you of the right to cultivate talent again."

Qi Yu turned his head to look at the stone tablet. This world is truly full of wonders!

The stone tablet that strips away true energy—it seems this is how it replenishes its energy!

"Elder Wei, you said that no one has been able to damage this stone tablet in the slightest for thousands of years, so what's with these cracks? Could it be that the remaining energy within the stone tablet is about to be exhausted?" Qi Yu asked.

Wei Zhong's expression remained unchanged, but he rolled his eyes. The stone tablet became like this because of you, didn't it?

When Qi Yu's talent soared to the heavens, the talent stele responded and shattered.

So if we have to say, Qi Yu is the culprit who ruined the stone tablet.

According to their estimates, shattered like this, it can only support one more challenge at most.

Regardless of victory or defeat, the stone tablet will shatter completely.

“This stone tablet was damaged by a very shameless person. Young friend Qi Yu, you'd better not ask any further questions,” Wei Zhong said.

Wei Zhong was unwilling to say more, and Qi Yu naturally didn't ask any further questions.

The person who could make the stone tablet look like this must be incredibly talented.

Over thousands of years, masters must have attacked the stone tablet, but it remains sturdy and undamaged.

So the person who could damage the stone tablet like that must be at least a Grandmaster, or even possibly a Quasi-Saint.

"Elder Wei, how is the inheritance carried out? Is it just a matter of touching it?" Qi Yu asked.

Wei Zhong shook his head and said, "No, our Confucian school has a special technique that can awaken the Confucian sage's avatar in the stone tablet. Only when the Confucian sage's avatar approves can the inheritance challenge be carried out."

"Who was the last one to take on the challenge?" Qi Yu asked.

Wei Zhong glanced at the pavilion below the mountain, then said with a touch of emotion, "The last one to take on the challenge was the Dean!"

Qi Yu was taken aback. Was that the kind old man from just now?

"What's going on? Didn't they say that after failing, all your talent would be stripped away, and you wouldn't be able to cultivate it again? I just saw that the Dean had talent!" Qi Yu asked hurriedly.

Wei Zhong said with a regretful expression, "The Dean didn't lose, but he didn't win either. He fought to a draw with the Confucian Sage, so he only had his talent drained. He can recover that talent by cultivating it again."

Qi Yu was stunned. If Yang Xun hadn't become a grandmaster, he would have fought to a draw with the Confucian sage's alter ego.

If he becomes a grandmaster, wouldn't he be on top of the world?

Such a person is stubborn and insists on practicing Confucian methods.

Is the allure of immortality really that great?

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Chapter 221 Zhou Zixun

Qi Yu was seated in a side room. The Confucian school did not hold any grand welcoming ceremony; they seemed to dislike such things. Only a few Confucian scholars who had come to admire him had come.

Confucian scholars are far superior to the corrupt scholars outside; it is a pleasant conversation with them because they are all very humble.

They are able to face their own shortcomings and acknowledge the strengths of others.

Qi Yu also explained some things about his past life to them, and for this, he even wrote down the periodic table of elements and gave it to them.

However, they seemed skeptical, which left Qi Yu speechless.

Then, late at night, a scholar named Li, who was different from the others, was dressed less meticulously than the other scholars.

She was about the same age as me, but her hair was a bit messy, covering her eyes, and her clothes were loose and her belt wasn't fastened.

Qi Yu looked at the young man, blinked, and asked, "Brother, is there anything you need from me?"

After bowing to Qi Yu, Zhou Zixun said, "Wen Zun, actually I came to ask you something."

"Ask away, and if I know the answer, I will answer it to the best of my ability!" Qi Yu said with a smile.

Zhou Zixun raised his head, and the eyes in his hair flickered in the firelight.

"Wen Zun, if you want to do something, but everyone opposes it, including your teachers and parents, is it still worth it to persist?"

Qi Yu was speechless, his smile gradually faded, and he rolled his eyes helplessly.

Dude, you've asked the wrong person this philosophical question!

I'm only in my early twenties. You should ask your teacher about this kind of question; he should be able to give you the answer!

The fact that this guy came to ask me means that he must have talked to his teacher, but it's obvious that his teacher is against it.

So what exactly is this guy trying to do?

"What do you want to do?" Qi Yu asked.

Zhou Zixun raised his head and said, "I want to write a play!"

Qi Yu stared at Zhou Zixun in astonishment. "Write!"

Is that something a human would do? Even a dog wouldn't write that!

Qi Yu snapped out of his reverie, pondered for a moment, and asked, "What do you want to write? Why would your teacher and family object?"

Logically speaking, writing is not a crime, so why do relatives and teachers oppose it?

Zhou Zixun took out a stack of manuscript paper from his pocket and then bowed to hand it to Qi Yu.

"Please take a look, Venerable One!"

Qi Yu took it and began to read it.

But as he looked, Qi Yu's expression turned strange, and then he saw the words "old pervert" on Zhou Zixun's face.

This guy is actually writing about selling meat!

Moreover, it's quite well-written, with great attention to detail, and the erotic content is subtly artistic without being vulgar.

This is pretty good!

If this had happened in my past life, it would have been a huge hit if published!

However, the more likely scenario is that he'll end up in jail and working for the government!

Qi Yu finished reading this article and felt it was a pity.

You, a Confucian scholar and a second-rank martial artist, writing this kind of thing in this feudal world, what is that if not neglecting your proper duties?

No wonder his teachers and family all disagreed; of all things to write about, he had to write about selling meat.

Even if you write about selling sex, don't let anyone know who you are!

You could have just quietly found someone to publish it, but instead you're asking around everywhere. That's a bit like trying to hide something obvious.

With a sigh, Qi Yu returned the manuscript to Zhou Zixun and said, "Okay, but your method is wrong!"

Zhou Zixun bowed and said humbly, "Please enlighten me, Venerable Master!"

After thinking for a moment, Qi Yu said, "You should write something more meaningful!"

Something more meaningful?

Zhou Zixun frowned. He knew what Qi Yu meant, but that was all he wanted to write.

Moreover, he believed that male yang and female yin and yang intercourse is very reasonable, so why did his teachers not accept it and even scold him?

Qi Yu coughed and said, "You wrote very well, and it's clear you put in a lot of hard work, but you should write something that can guide people's values ​​in a correct way."

“At the very least, don’t corrupt children. What you wrote is harmful to ordinary people, so your teachers are right. You should use this method and write in a more subtle way.”

Zhou Zixun tilted his head, still not understanding Qi Yu's meaning.

After pondering for a moment, Qi Yu said, "How about this, I'll tell you a passage I read before, and you can figure it out yourself."

Zhou Zixun nodded, but his attention was focused on the words "seen" in Qi Yu's words.

Has Wenzun seen it too?

Qi Yu cleared his throat, and then the image of a rare and extraordinary book that he had found in a corner of the school library came to mind.

"During the Northern Song Dynasty, there was an extremely beautiful woman named Pan Jinlian..."

Qi Yu began, and he talked about the book "Jin Ping Mei".

When Qi Yu first read this book, his initial impression was that it was a "sexy" story, but after reading it, he realized that it had deeper meanings besides the sex scenes.