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

"...Don't lose hope in humanity."

Chapter 41 Give Me Back My Emotion!

"Oh!"

Confucius's fist strike sent Zhao Wenhe staggering back several miles. Zhao Wenhe used his legs to deflect the force of Confucius's Boundless Fist, which then dissipated into the ground, creating huge craters.

One was the last emperor of a dynasty, whose dragon aura and the dynasty's last gasp gave him unparalleled talent and martial arts skills that had reached the level of a terrestrial immortal. The other was the source of the Eastern Xia culture, the true ancestor of a sect, who once dominated an era, making the heroes of that time breathless.

Now that the two are attacking together, even if there is a difference in strength, the world will be turned upside down, with endless storms and thunder, and the terrain of Penglai Island will be drastically changed.

"Wah! Yah! Yah! Yah! You wretched wretched family, take another punch from me!"

Confucius fought with great gusto, but the thought of the suffering caused by Zhao Wenhe made his fists grow ever more grief-stricken. Waves of powerful energy gathered in his fists, causing the air to tremble with each punch, and even the surrounding scenery to distort and reflect the flames.

But this was not caused by the refraction of light. Rather, it was Confucius's increasingly violent body after warming up that tore the space apart. If it were Confucius in his prime, he could have stretched the entire space across like a canvas, or shattered the void with a single punch, shaking this entire universe.

Zhao Wenhe retreated hastily, but his movements were measured and precise, showing no sign of disorder.

Confucius?

As Confucius continued his relentless pursuit, the voice of the God of Literature suddenly appeared in his mind.

Confucius asked in a muffled voice.

"What's the matter?"

"May I ask if Confucius could have spoken of this tyrannical ruler's passing?"

Confucius's boxing speed was a bit slow.

The Confucius we see now is not the real Confucius, but a phantom created using the supernatural powers of a mirage dragon. As a result, Confucius can only exert less than half of his original fighting strength. Many of the killing moves that Confucius used to defeat heretics and evil spirits are simply unusable. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been unable to kill Zhao Wenhe after fighting for so long.

Of course, there's no need to hide these things.

"This tyrant is quite skilled in martial arts. If we really fight, it's easy to win, but difficult to kill him."

Confucius answered honestly.

Wenquxing sighed and then spoke again.

“In that case, I will do it, Confucius. Do the following…”

Wenquxing told Confucius about his plan.

"Ok?"

Zhao Wenhe, who was retreating to defend, showed a slight change in expression.

She suddenly felt that Confucius's fist had softened a bit. Although it still couldn't withstand the pressure, it no longer felt as suffocating as before when thousands of arrows were fired at once, each one unstoppable.

Why is that?

Looking at Confucius now, he is full of vigor and his muscles and bones are still moving. He doesn't look like he has run out of strength and can't throw a punch.

Zhao Wenhe's mind raced. In the past, even when facing a half-step Bengquan (a type of fist technique) master or the spear master Li Wenshu's divine spear technique, Dragon Nodding, Zhao Wenhe had never been afraid. He would fight when necessary.

The kingly way is always upright and dignified.

But Confucius was different. As soon as the old man appeared, he used his fist technique to beat Zhao Wenhe so badly that he couldn't lift his head. Then he unleashed a series of punches, and Zhao Wenhe was beaten so badly that he could only think that he was invincible and that even if he was killed, he could be resurrected.

Over this period of time, Zhao Wenhe's ambition has been extinguished by Confucius.

Therefore, now that they see Confucius in a weak position, instead of thinking about seizing the initiative by suddenly becoming powerful, they suspect that Confucius is plotting something.

Indeed, this was the case. On the fifth breath, when Confucius's strength waned, he suddenly took a deep breath. This breath of the sage was unlike that of an ordinary person; it was almost silent. But this breath was like Kuafu drinking from a river, or a dragon swallowing the sky. Centered on Confucius, a hurricane exceeding level ten was drawn into his mouth.

A small tornado rose from Confucius's mouth.

Then Confucius shut his mouth, and his steel fist became much faster, fiercer, and more violent than before.

Having long anticipated that Confucius was holding back, Zhao Wenhe was also prepared. He immediately adopted a Tai Chi defensive stance. This Tai Chi defensive stance was passed down to Zhao Wenhe by You Longfeng, the Tai Chi master. Zhao Wenhe mastered its essence as soon as he learned it. His fist technique was like a sealed seal, impenetrable to even a drop of ink.

But a man like Confucius would never stoop to such petty tricks. He delivered a powerful punch that shattered the Tai Chi symbol and the protective aura, and then struck Zhao Wenhe on the head.

Zhao Wenhe relaxed his entire body, his exterior hard but his interior tense, relying on his powerful inner energy to meet Confucius's fist.

"coax!"

Confucius's fist collided with Zhao Wenhe's head. Zhao Wenhe's head buzzed, felt a chill, and then everything went black.

"His Majesty……"

Along with the darkness came a very familiar voice, one that brought Zhao Wenhe great comfort.

As the darkness receded, Zhao Wenhe, who had blocked Confucius's fist with his inner energy, recovered from the brief dizziness. Before he could even think about the voice that had appeared in his mind, Zhao Wenhe got into a fighting stance again, running away while blocking.

……

The small mountain valley where Zhou Yan is located.

Wenquxing glanced at Zhou Yan one last time, and the old man said with a resolute expression.

“Young man, there are many things in this world that you can choose not to do, to escape, or to make excuses for yourself. But when you get old and start to look back on the past, those things will become like nails, making you uncomfortable all over, and unbearable every time you think about them.”

Wenquxing walked towards the battlefield where Confucius and Zhao Wenhe were.

The old man's voice kept drifting over.

"So, don't leave yourself with regrets."

"When it's time to make a decision, make it decisively."

Beside Zhou Yan, Aruna, whose spine had been crushed by Confucius's exploitation, opened his eyes, and the endless starry sky shimmered in the eyes of this mirage dragon.

The God of Literature just spoke with Confucius and also spoke with her, and they set out a plan.

……

Zhao Wenhe's fist, which resembled Confucius's, grew larger again.

"coax!"

Confucius's fist landed on Zhao Wenhe's face, and blood and a tooth flew off Zhao Wenhe's face.

Zhao Wenhe looked somewhat bewildered.

"His Majesty……"

"Your Majesty, the Five-Seed Lotus Seed Soup has arrived..."

Zhao Wenhe's bewilderment quickly faded, and the empress regained her composure, once again exchanging fist bumps with Confucius.

But not long after, Confucius punched Zhao Wenhe through the door, leaving Zhao Wenhe completely bewildered before he regained consciousness.

Upon waking up this time, Zhao Wenhe was somewhat puzzled. She clearly felt that Confucius had held back when he hit her on the head. Although even if he hadn't held back, it wouldn't have killed her with her strong protective aura, but it would have at least caused her more serious injuries.

Confucius didn't want to hurt himself...

Confucius's punch loomed large once more before Zhao Wenhe's eyes.

A muffled thud, a sharp pain in my head, and everything went black.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the lotus seed soup has arrived..."

As the darkness dissipated, Zhao Wenhe saw the Taiyuan Pavilion, where he usually rested. Inside, eunuchs stood by, the lights were bright, and the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

Everything is just as it was before.

But even faster, these scenes disappeared.

Zhao Wenhe returned to reality and saw Confucius's fists raining down without pause or opening.

Zhao Wenhe didn't have time to think about the scene that had just flashed by. Instead, he did his best to block and escape, and also to find out where Zhou Yan and the others were.

Confucius couldn't defeat them, so he had to kill Wenquxing and his gang to avoid being killed himself.

This time, he held on for ten breaths, and once again, Zhao Wenhe took Confucius's steel fist with his face.

"coax……"

In the darkness, the scene I had seen countless times before came back to me.

"Your Majesty...it's getting late..."

A eunuch walked over from Zhao Wenhe's desk and bowed.

"Why don't we go back to Houde Palace to rest?"

As he had done countless times before, Zhao Wenhe replied with a single word.

"allow……"

……

Confucius was five kilometers away from the battlefield.

Wenquxing stood beside a meteorite crater, and countless streams of literary energy emanated from the old man, illuminating the area around him.

The old man was still speaking in a low voice.

"Your Majesty... Wang Yin, in collusion with the Ministry of Revenue, falsified documents..."

"During the Great Western Famine, millions of people resorted to cannibalism..."

"Court nobles indulged in pleasure-seeking, while countless starving peasants rebelled..."

Confucius's place.

Zhao Wenhe knelt before Confucius, his eyes blank and mouth slightly open. Occasionally, a glimmer of light would return to his eyes, but then Confucius punched him unconscious.

Even after being knocked unconscious, Zhao Wenhe was still muttering to himself.

"All those nobles deserve to die..."

"Money, my money..."

"The cabinet's Lin faction is a scourge to the country and its people, yet they still claim to be saints and virtuous..."

"The people are confused..."

far away.

The stars of Wenqu (a star in Chinese astrology) scattered, and the person began to become transparent.

Zhou Yan emerged from the mountain valley, staring intently at the dissipating Wenqu Star.

Wenquxing turned around and took one last look at Zhou Yan. The old man opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed, his face as sorrowful as a river in spring, hesitant to speak.

"Ugh……"

The star of literature completely dissipated, and countless scattered literary energies flew towards Zhao Wenhe, enveloping him once again.

In an instant, the world changed color.

Everything had changed before Zhou Yan's eyes as he stood still.

Zhou Yan stood on a royal court, where a king with an imposing presence sat casually, his languid demeanor undiminished by his domineering air.

"Take the map that Wu Yang is holding."

When the king spoke, his voice resounded throughout the world.

A dashing-looking man stepped forward, holding a picture.

The scene changed.

A general, dressed in tattered armor and with a somber expression, stood before a surging river and sighed.

"My strength could uproot mountains, my spirit could cover the world, but the times are against me, and my steed will not go."

"My steed will not go, what can I do? My beloved concubine, my beloved concubine, what can I do?"

In the next room, an elderly man with white hair grabbed another elderly man with half-white hair and said in a trembling voice.

"Your talent is ten times that of Cao Pi, and you will surely be able to secure the country and ultimately accomplish great things. If your heir is capable, assist him; if he is incompetent, you may take the throne yourself."

The scene then shifts again.

This time the scene is on a small path.

A merchant, accompanied by several servants, arrived at a small shop. As soon as he sat down, he asked...

"Shopkeeper, what kind of meat do you have?"

The shopkeeper glanced at the merchant and said disdainfully.