My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

I can't keep living like this, just getting by. I have to take the initiative.

I have almost mastered the Xihe Canon, and I have mostly reconnected the broken meridians, but there are still some blockages.

This requires the help of the Divine Phoenix Zither, a sacred relic of Confucianism, to unblock the meridians.

This Divine Phoenix Zither seems to have been left behind by the Confucian sage, and its raw material appears to be the bone of a blue phoenix, a subspecies with phoenix blood.

The Divine Phoenix Harp is equivalent to the Heavenly Sword of Taoism, a relic of tradition.

However, the divine phoenix zither was not the only legacy left by the Confucian sage, but it was lost in the previous calamities.

On the contrary, Taoism has been preserved quite well, and most of the sacred relics left by the Taoist patriarch have been kept.

There is still a Zhanqiu sword that the Dao Ancestor used when he was young, displayed in his villa in Jiangzhou City.

The relic is extraordinary; it's difficult for ordinary people to even see it. Even the students of Qingyun Academy have never seen this famous relic.

But when Qi Yu asked to use the Divine Phoenix Harp, Yang Xun readily agreed.

This was agreed upon beforehand: Qingyun Academy would use the Divine Phoenix Zither and the "Xihe Canon" as payment, and Qi Yu would help them obtain the inheritance.

Yang Xun gestured to Qi Yu to push the wheelchair, and Qi Yu did so, pushing Yang Xun in the wheelchair towards the highest pavilion of Qingyun Academy.

The attic has seven floors; though called an attic, it's more like a tower.

The bottom three shelves were filled with books, so many books that Qi Yu was dumbfounded. As far as the eye could see, there were bookshelves everywhere!

Even if you only read a few, there must be hundreds of thousands of copies!

This is a collection of books gathered by Confucian scholars over thousands of years, containing not only famous sayings and maxims from various sages and philosophers, but also a great deal of obscure knowledge.

Qi Yu was still here when he saw books about the Mohist school's mechanical arts, but they were only rudimentary knowledge of the outer sect.

Not only Mohist, military, Legalist, and agricultural schools of thought, but also some books are found here.

Although not complete, many of them have already disappeared from the outside world.

These are perhaps the most precious treasures of Confucianism.

This is the foundation accumulated over thousands of years. Confucianism is weak now, but even a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Looking at these books, we can see a glimpse of the whole picture!

As Qi Yu was about to lift the wheelchair up the stairs after pushing Yang Xun to the front, Yang Xun pointed his finger, and the wheelchair floated up.

Qi Yu followed closely behind and arrived at the second floor.

The second layer also contains books, but most of them are bamboo slips, which look very old. Many of them are even falling apart and have been framed.

Qi Yu sensed a peculiar aura emanating from these bamboo slips—a mixture of talent, righteousness, and various complex fluctuations of true energy. Though subtle, it was undeniably present.

“These are all relics from the era of the sages, many of which were used by the sages,” Yang Xun said.

Qi Yu raised an eyebrow, looking at the bamboo slips with a somewhat burning gaze.

This is something from the time of the sages, over three thousand years old—it's an ancient relic!

No matter which item you put up for auction, it will start at ten thousand taels!

Confucianism usually seems unassuming, but I never expected it to be so powerful!

This inheritance is incredibly rich!

No wonder Confucianists were so afraid; they wanted to help them complete their cultivation methods no matter what.

With these things in Confucianism, it's hard not to be targeted.

After all, it's not the theft itself that's scary, but the fact that someone might covet it. Even an innocent man can be guilty of possessing a treasure!

Moreover, Confucianism is so weak now!

The third floor is also used to store books, but these books were all left behind by Confucian sages.

Qi Yu felt a sense of familiarity with these books, as if they had been with him for many years.

The fourth floor was completely empty, with nothing there. Yang Xun didn't say anything, but Qi Yu still felt uneasy.

The fifth floor is where the relics are displayed. There are several shelves around it, and the relics are displayed on the shelves.

These were all things that the Confucian sage kept by his side in the past. Over time, they were nurtured by his talent and transformed into sacred relics with special abilities.

Qi Yu's gaze fell on a blue ancient zither on a black and gold table.

The zither has seven strings and is as clear and translucent as jade, allowing light to pass through its body.

Yang Xun looked at Qi Yu, who was staring at the Divine Phoenix Zither, smiled, and asked, "Young friend, can you play the zither?"

The Six Arts of Confucianism are rites, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics.

And this joy is music, which naturally includes musical instruments.

You're overestimating Qi Yu; he's not omnipotent!

At least he had never studied music, and he was tone-deaf when he sang.

His understanding of music was limited to reading sheet music.

So Qi Yu honestly shook his head and said, "I can't!"

Yang Xun shook his head with a wry smile. Confucianism teaches students the Six Arts.

However, most scholars outside the home are not proficient in the Six Arts, and thus are considered useless.

“Young friend, if you wish to repair your meridians, you will need to play the zither yourself,” Yang Xun said.

Qi Yu was speechless. This was like forcing a duck onto a shelf!

I thought someone would play it once and I could just listen to it.

Who would have thought I'd have to play it myself!

"Hehe, young friend, if I play, you will only feel the pleasant sound and the elimination of inner demons, but it cannot repair your meridians."

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Chapter 225 Recovery

Since he couldn't play the piano, he had to learn how to play first. Qi Yu was taught by the vice dean, who seemed to have a lot of knowledge about music theory.

Qi Yu studied with him for a day and roughly learned how to play the instrument.

Then, the very next day, Qi Yu was forced into the task.

What left Qi Yu speechless was that the first performance was in front of everyone at Qingyun Academy.

Qi Yu argued his case logically, but it was all in vain.

The name Qi Yu was very well-known among the students of Qingyun Academy, and many of them were his admirers, though that was before.

Qi Yu's reputation has been deliberately tarnished by forces such as Tianya Haige, turning him into a foolish and vulgar person blinded by beauty.

This is completely different from the image of Wen Zun in their minds—a man of unyielding integrity and elegant demeanor.

Regardless, they admired Qi Yu's talent and knowledge.

A person's character has nothing to do with their abilities.

So they came today just for the novelty, to see Qi Yu.

On the training ground of Qingyun Academy, the Confucian scholars of Qingyun Academy had already lined up. On the high platform at the front, there was an incense burner, and next to the incense burner was a blue seven-stringed zither.

This zither is a seven-stringed zither, a sacred relic left behind by the Confucian sage.

Qi Yu appeared soon after, and many Confucian scholars looked at him.

Similar to his appearance in the image, Qi Yu wore a blue long robe and a Taoist-style topknot, unlike their scholarly attire.

Qi Yu's attire made him look more like a Taoist priest.

In fact, he was indeed a Taoist priest, and he was a disciple of the sect leader.

Qi Yu walked up to the platform, then went behind the desk and sat down.

After sitting down, Qi Yu glanced at Yang Xun, who was also below the platform, smiling at him.

He's only been learning for a day and he's already making a fool of himself. This old guy isn't a good person either!

With a sigh, he knew he had no choice but to act. He picked up the tinderbox beside him, lit an incense stick, and then used it to light the agarwood that had been prepared in the incense burner.

A wisp of smoke drifted from the incense burner, and Qi Yu raised his hands and placed them on the Divine Phoenix Zither.

The moment he touched it, Qi Yu clearly felt a pushing force, as if the zither was resisting him.

Can a musical instrument really come to life?

Qi Yu pressed down on the strings, suppressing the force.

Deng!

The Divine Phoenix Zither suddenly exerted its power, and a wave of sound energy spread outwards, immediately causing a gust of wind to blow across the training ground.

Qi Yu's hand was also shaken off, and a cut appeared on the pad of his index finger.

Qi Yu frowned as he looked at the Divine Phoenix Zither. Was this the residual true energy of the Confucian Sage? More than three thousand years later, it was still so domineering?

He thought his Azure Nether True Qi was far-reaching and wouldn't easily dissipate, but compared to the Confucian Sage's True Qi, his Azure Nether True Qi was rubbish.

The lingering true energy within this zither has not dissipated even after three thousand years.

Qi Yu snorted coldly, and his true energy was released at this moment. A purple dragon shadow swirled around Qi Yu, and Qi Yu was bathed in purple light.

The Confucian scholars were stunned by the purple light. Although they knew that Qi Yu was a man of exceptional talent, they still found it hard to believe when they saw it for the first time.

Their talents could not be gathered into a dragon like Qi Yu's; they were just scattered and as loose as mist.

Qi Yu placed his hand on the Divine Phoenix Zither, and this time the resistance was much weaker.

Qi Yu began to pour his talent into the Divine Phoenix Zither, and his hands began to pluck the strings.

As the melodious sound of the zither began, a peculiar power spread with the sound waves. Under this power, many Confucian scholars closed their eyes uncomfortably, and their internal energy began to circulate automatically.

Yang Xun closed his eyes, and the talent within his body began to grow rapidly, vaguely sensing that he was about to break through to the Grandmaster level.

After Qi Yu began playing the Divine Phoenix Zither, he felt his mind become clear and empty, and the talent within his body began to repair and strengthen the meridians in his dantian.

Talent can enhance what you want to enhance, but it seems that this does not include yourself.

Because one has righteous energy protecting them, any talent that strengthens them will also be neutralized by righteous energy.