After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

"Education is needed."

Confucius pulled his fist to the side of his face.

"Benevolence cannot make you repent; there is still propriety and righteousness to follow."

Confucius slowly bent over, and his muscles began to contract little by little.

As the founder of Confucianism, the ultimate principles of heaven and earth that he recognized can be summed up in three words: "benevolence, righteousness, and propriety".

Confucius traveled throughout the states and relied on benevolence, righteousness and propriety to defeat all the heroes of the Spring and Autumn Period and dominate the Spring and Autumn Period. In Confucius's eyes, Zhao Wenhe was far inferior to the Mohist leader of that time, Guang Chengzi, who had obtained the incomplete bloodline of Donghuang Taiyi and was known as the number one wandering immortal of the Three Mountains and Five Seas.

And all of these guys had been beaten by Confucius.

The strongest being on earth during the Spring and Autumn Period could only be Confucius, and it will only be Confucius.

Confucius unleashed his muscles, transforming into a human-shaped cannonball that hurtled towards Zhao Wenhe.

……

Zhou Yanchu.

The white-haired mirage dragon Alona had already coiled up completely, and its body was still shrinking. When it came out with Zhou Yan, it was originally 500 meters long. After Confucius punched it, its body shrank by half, and it was still shrinking. It looked like it was about to shrink to 100 meters long when two people flew down from the ravine.

It was none other than the God of Literature and Zhuge Liang.

Wenquxing walked to Zhou Yan's side, frowning as he looked at Arona's shrinking body.

Zhou Yan smiled wryly at Wenquxing.

"Confucius seems to be too strong; Aruna can't handle him."

Heaven knows what kind of monster Confucius really was. This Aruna could create twelve blessed lands in his dreams, yet now he couldn't withstand the drain from Confucius's punches.

Wenquxing sighed.

"Of course, after all, he's a veteran protagonist in wish-fulfillment novels."

If you've studied history, you'll understand that Confucius's life is a classic example of a wish-fulfillment novel.

First of all, Confucius's ancestor was Tang, the founding monarch of the Shang Dynasty, and his father, Shuliang He, was one of the three tiger generals of the State of Lu and a nobleman with a great reputation.

Here comes the classic part: Shu Lianghe had nine daughters with his principal wife, Shi, and his only son, born to a concubine, had a foot ailment. Therefore, he took a concubine, Yan Zhengzai, who became the mother of Confucius. Confucius was born after that. When Confucius was three years old, his father died.

After Confucius' father died, his legal wife, Lady Shi, drove Confucius and his mother out of the house. This was a typical case of family members bullying a weak mother and son. Confucius almost shouted, "Fortune changes every thirty years, don't underestimate a poor young man."

After Confucius' mother died, the Ji family held a banquet for nobles in the same year. Confucius went to the banquet, but was turned away by Yang Hu, a retainer of the Ji family, and was even ridiculed.

After that, Confucius began to rise in rank, entered officialdom, gathered many disciples, and established his school of thought.

Later, there was even a story about Yang Hu, who had driven Confucius away from the banquet, seeking an audience with Confucius but being refused entry. He then shamelessly created a chance encounter to beg Confucius to come out of seclusion.

And all of this is true.

History is full of wish-fulfillment stories, such as a beggar becoming emperor, a straw sandal weaver becoming emperor, or a slave becoming emperor. Confucius was the protagonist of such wish-fulfillment stories in that era.

His combat prowess was also confirmed as the foremost among scholars by Wenquxing through its exploration of the cultural lineage of the Eastern Xia civilization.

Given this, it's not entirely unbelievable that Arona, the mirage dragon, couldn't withstand it.

Wenquxing looked into the distance.

There, Confucius was already fighting Zhao Wenhe. Confucius was almost unilaterally crushing Zhao Wenhe, constantly pushing back and knocking down this previously arrogant tyrant. However, Zhao Wenhe clearly felt that there was a big gap between himself and Confucius's Confucianism of "benevolence, righteousness, and propriety," and began to half-avoid and half-flee, avoiding direct confrontation with him.

That's not good.

Aruna doesn't seem to be able to hold on much longer. Once Aruna runs out of strength, Confucius will be summoned back...

What can we use to fight Zhao Wenhe?

Chapter Forty Disappointment

"coax!"

"Oh!"

"Snapped!"

Confucius's skill was simple and unadorned, his fist, which could even be described as completely haphazard, struck Zhao Wenhe's arm as he retreated.

Heavy, unimaginably heavy.

Throughout his life, Zhao Wenhe has fought countless martial arts masters and killed countless rebels and traitors. But no matter who he fought, whether they were true god awakeners or formidable opponents who gave him a hard time, none of their combined attacks had the overwhelming, unstoppable force of Confucius's punch.

This immense pressure, almost suffocating Zhao Wenhe, always gave him a sense of unease.

Confucius's claims of being the Supreme Sage and Teacher, the Sage of Literature, are all false. This beast's path of martial arts has probably surpassed his achievement of becoming a sage through his literary lineage.

Confucius, who was constantly punching and suppressing Zhao Wenhe, suddenly spoke.

"Little girl, do you know what's missing between you and me?"

Zhao Wenhe remained silent.

Confucius explained to himself.

"What you and I lack is simply magnanimity, the willingness to shoulder the burden for all living beings!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Confucius's momentum reached a new level.

What is benevolence?

To have the world in one's heart and to take it upon oneself to ensure the safety and well-being of the nation and its people is the essence of benevolence.

What is propriety?

Respect for elders and juniors, living towards goodness, and acting with virtue are the essence of propriety.

What is righteousness?

To uphold benevolence and propriety is to regard them as something beyond one's own life; to sacrifice oneself for them is righteousness.

Confucius was born during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, a time when the rites and music had collapsed, various states rose up, and evil spirits and demons brought misery to the people.

Confucius traveled around the states and witnessed demons devouring people village by village. He also saw armies of various states colluding with demons to sacrifice their own people for protection, and he saw witches and shamans using the excuse of gods, ghosts, and heaven to plunder and seize things at will.

Therefore, Confucius vowed to uphold "benevolence, righteousness, and propriety," to establish a world where ritual and music are orderly, and the people live in peace and prosperity.

This vow was not just empty words. Confucius went to Mount Aiyang to make it happen, shattered the Taoist Taishang Zixiao Thunder Net, and forced Guang Chengzi to flee, no longer interfering in worldly affairs.

He then went to the Yin-Yang School and killed the Yin-Yang School's founder, Da Siming, who possessed the incomplete bloodline of Donghuang Taiyi and could use Taiyi Xuanqi, causing the Yin-Yang School to fall into decline.

Then he led his disciples to wipe out all kinds of evil spirits and restore clear skies to the people.

As for Zhao Wenhe's talk of the emperor and divine blessing, it was all for his own selfish reasons; he only wanted to protect his own Zhao family.

How can such a person understand the responsibility of taking the world as his own?

Confucius grew angrier the more he thought about it, and his anger transformed into hot blood that filled his fists. With a roar, Confucius threw a punch.

"This benevolent punch is to punish you for your incorrigible evil, your ignorance of the people's suffering, and your reckless behavior."

An unprecedented force struck Zhao Wenhe's arms, which were protecting his chest. Zhao Wenhe's arm energy exploded. Not only was the destruction of his energy not enough, the destructive power of the Confucius Benevolent Fist also struck Zhao Wenhe's arms, instantly shattering his arm bones into several pieces.

Confucius continued to roar.

"This salute is on behalf of the people's anger, on behalf of the loving mother, on behalf of the stern father, on behalf of the young child, and on behalf of all the people you have harmed..."

Confucius struck Zhao Wenhe in the chest with his other hand, instantly shattering Zhao Wenhe's ribs and displacing his internal organs. Zhao Wenhe spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the surrounding environment blood red.

But Zhao Wenhe remained calm.

She was not afraid of death. Back then, as the head disciples of the Heavenly Emperor's Daoist Temple, Elder Crane and Elder Deer went to great lengths to find her, the one who poisoned him. They then used all sorts of magical treasures and spells, and even the two immortals died together, before they finally suppressed Zhao Wenhe under Mount Dawu.

But given the right opportunity, wouldn't Zhao Wenhe be resurrected?

The divine status possessed by the True God level of the Awakened allows them to have conceptual immortality.

Therefore, even if he were to be killed on the spot by an enraged Confucius, Zhao Wenhe was confident that he could be resurrected in a short time.

Because now all the common people outside are shrouded in her great plague.

Yes, he could not only revive quickly, but also strengthen himself by constantly killing people. Once he fully unlocked his divine bloodline as the God of Plague, Zhao Wenhe truly did not believe that he could not defeat Confucius.

It doesn't even need to be that complicated...

Zhao Wenhe looked towards Zhou Yan, in the direction of the Wenqu Star.

……

far away.

The valley where Arona is located.

Zhou Yan suddenly felt a jolt.

"not good!"

Zhou Yan hurriedly looked at Wenquxing and Zhuge Liang.

"I felt a chilling danger."

Zhuge Liang shook his feather fan.

"That tyrannical ruler can't take it anymore. My lord, you go first, Liang will follow."

Hundreds more Kongming lanterns floated up around Zhuge Liang.

Wenquxing looked embarrassed.

Previously, Zhao Wenhe had been in a position of absolute advantage against our side, so Zhao Wenhe was very relaxed and even willing to chat with our side, talk about everyday things and so on.

After all, Zhao Wenhe can resurrect infinitely, so he can play recklessly to his heart's content, the kind of reckless play that leads to either death or a truly reckless death.

But now that Wenquxing, in conjunction with the Mirage Dragon Alona, ​​has summoned Confucius, Zhao Wenhe can no longer withstand it.

Reviving was still no problem, but her mindset began to change. She became less arrogant and started to consider how to deal with the enemy more easily.

It's a very simple logic: how do you deal with a group of summoned beasts?

The simplest way, of course, is to kill the summoner.

Zhou Yan sensed danger, which meant that Zhao Wenhe had begun to consider, or rather, had already made up his mind to capture Zhou Yan and Wenquxing.

In fact, with Wenquxing's abilities, he could easily ensure the safety of Zhou Yan and Shenlong for the time being.

But what happens after we're safe for the time being?

I came here to deal with Zhao Wenhe and to save the common people.

Wenquxing glanced at Arona, who was shrinking and trembling like a little girl who hadn't even had a cotton coat to wear in winter.

This was a dragon king that Zhou Yan had previously summoned. Wenquxing believed that this dragon king, paired with himself, would be able to suppress Zhao Wenhe.

However, the Dragon King's fighting strength was somewhat weaker than he had anticipated.

Arona couldn't withstand the drain of summoning Confucius, and his side was no match for Zhao Wenhe.

Wenquxing looked at Bai Ze, who was still a minor.

Wenquxing sighed softly.

"Young sir, there's something I'd like to tell you."

Wenquxing looked at Zhou Yan with tenderness in his eyes.

Zhou Yan felt a chill run down his spine; the young man sensed that something extremely bad was about to happen.

"Old Master Ye, you, you..."

Wenquxing turned his head toward the battlefield between Confucius and Zhao Wenhe.

"Young man... you're still young, there are many things you haven't experienced yet. When you grow up, you'll find this world disgusting..."

"Murder and arson bring wealth and power..."

"Good people don't get good rewards..."

"For a little bit of profit, a group of close friends can turn into a pack of wild beasts..."

"Some people are so stupid you can't even understand them..."

"but……"

Wenquxing smiled brightly at Zhou Yan.

"I still hope that the young master..."