My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 339 Come draw a dragon with me on the left.
Within the space of consciousness.

A hint of expectation shone in Zeng Anmin's eyes.

Two images of the Ancestral Dragon floated there.

It is a phantom image taken from the Ancestral Dragon Painting.

One of them was a talisman drawn by Zeng Anmin with the help of his golden finger when he broke through the fifth rank and reached the fourth rank combat power.

"I want to break through to the fourth rank."

"We need to transform our spiritual consciousness from the void into reality."

"Using divine sense as brush and ink, I copied the martial arts diagrams into my sea of ​​consciousness."

Zeng Anmin's voice was tinged with a soft murmur.

"My spiritual sense is strong enough now."

Zeng Anmin closed his eyes and sensed the power of his divine consciousness within his mind.

Before he left Jiang Kingdom, the Empress gave him a jade pendant.

That jade pendant is a supreme treasure for nurturing one's spiritual consciousness.

The entire Jiang Kingdom royal family only has that one piece.

After returning to the Holy Dynasty during this period, his spiritual power has been nurtured to an extremely strong level.

At this moment, the situation is shifting from virtual to real.

"Whoo~"

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath, his gaze hardening. He looked up at the diagram that the Golden Finger had drawn with his divine sense.

"If someone else is drawing talismans, they need to meditate on their own."

"But I'm different. I just need to copy what the golden finger has already drawn for me, and trace it bit by bit."

"But this process is also extremely dangerous, and I need to be careful."

As Zeng Anmin pondered this, his mind began to slowly manipulate the power of his divine sense.

Controlling divine consciousness was an extremely novel experience for him.

It doesn't seem like manipulating righteous energy, nor does it seem like manipulating martial arts energy.

It's more like using a pool of "water" that you can't see but can feel.

Zeng Anmin imagined it.

I am currently holding a pen and slowly drawing.

"Shh!"

With one stroke, he depicted a scale.

The scales of the First Dragon.

"call!!"

Zeng Anmin suddenly opened his eyes!

By this time, he was soaked in sweat and looked exhausted.

"Is it that difficult?!"

Zeng Anmin was panting heavily, still shaken.

He had just used his divine sense to draw a scale of the dragon god from the Ancestral Dragon Map.

I already felt weak all over, listless, and almost fainted.

"I need to rest."

Zeng Anmin knew he absolutely could not force himself to continue drawing, otherwise it might cause the collapse of his sea of ​​consciousness...

"You have to eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time."

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.

The Ancestral Dragon Diagram, just the one drawn with the help of a cheat code, granted him the power of four domains simultaneously.

If he could complete the Ancestral Dragon Diagram with his divine sense, what would that be like?

Zeng Anmin felt a sense of anticipation.

"Double the happiness?!"

“It won’t take long to draw one scale a day.”

Zeng Anmin roughly calculated that he would definitely be able to break through to the fourth rank in at most six months.

Their combat strength can also reach the third rank.

A combat strength of a third-rank!

Zeng Anmin felt incredibly excited just thinking about it.

"Whoo~"

We must not be arrogant; there are many talented and extraordinary people in this world.

Zeng Anmin's gaze became clear.

Putting everything else aside, just the fact that his father is now a second-grade Quasi-Saint means that a casual wisp of his righteous energy would be enough to give him a hard time.

You should know that Dad isn't an extreme Confucian scholar anymore.

With Jinlian's help, he inexplicably became a proper Confucian scholar.

In other words, although the father's righteous spirit is no longer as restraining towards the demon race as before.

However, he can also have an impact on ordinary people, martial artists, and cultivators from other systems.

Zeng Anmin thought for a moment, then opened his eyes and got out of bed.

After leaving the house, he looked at Tian Tian.

A golden streak of light slowly approached the Duke's mansion from the direction of the imperial city.

"This is the most direct change that happened to my father after he became an ordinary Confucian cultivator." Zeng Anmin looked at the golden figure in the sky with a hint of jealousy.

That was Zeng Shilin's body.

At this moment, the old man leisurely descended slowly from the sky into the mansion.

"He can fly..."

Zeng Anmin clenched his teeth tightly.

How pathetic I am.

He had calculated everything and made himself without any weaknesses.

While possessing the strength of a martial artist, they also possess the extreme Confucian cultivation to restrain the demon race.

It can be said that no one in this world can restrain him.

but.

He overlooked one thing.

A martial artist needs to reach the third rank to have the ability to fly.

Extreme Confucian practitioners... are no different from ordinary people unless they encounter evil spirits.

But other systems...

Leaving aside other matters, let's take the Xuanzhen Division as an example.

Sai Chuxue is currently only a fifth-grade spirit summoner, but she can already fly on a fire phoenix.

What are you doing here?

After leaping into the mansion, the old man glanced indifferently at Zeng Anmin.

"I just started practicing martial arts, so I'm out stretching my legs now."

Zeng Anmin glanced at his flamboyant father.

At this moment, Zeng Shilin's golden light had not yet dissipated, and his whole being exuded a sacred and majestic aura.

"Ah."

Zeng Shilin slowly withdrew the golden aura of righteousness emanating from his body, and floated slowly to Zeng Anmin's side.

Casual and carefree.

It gives people the feeling of a celestial being descended from heaven.

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So sexy!

Zeng Anmin was so envious he wanted to curse.

But then I remembered that the person standing opposite me was my own father…

Besides, I can't beat him now...

Forget it.

"The imperial examination will be held the day after tomorrow."

"You must perform well in this spring imperial examination."

Zeng Shilin looked at Zeng Anmin calmly and said:

"I have already been granted the title of Duke, so you must not disgrace the Zeng family's reputation."

Zeng Anmin's lips twitched.

Isn't the meaning obvious?
If your dad is this awesome, wouldn't it be incredibly embarrassing if you weren't?
"Okay, got it."

Zeng Anmin was somewhat agitated.

My dad is so awesome now.

I'm just a nobody from a small county...

"Since you know this, then go and study military strategy, read historical records, and study diligently."

Zeng Shilin said calmly:
"You taught me the concept of 'unity of knowledge and action,' so how come I can't even do it myself?"

……

Zeng Anmin's nose was so crooked from anger.

Ever since my father grasped the meaning of "unity of knowledge and action," he has become even more decisive and efficient in his actions.

He took a deep breath, forcing a bright smile onto his face, and winked at his father, saying:
"Father, look, would you like to touch my face again?"

……

The old man's face froze.

My body also felt a little stiff.

Dead memories began to attack him.

When he faced life and death, he was close to dying, and looking at his son, he couldn't help but say a few touching words.

Normally, if he died right after saying those words, it would be a poignant and touching story.

But then, he came back to life.

It's truly embarrassing when people think about some of the cringeworthy things they've said in the past.

Even at this moment, Dad was no exception.

Fortunately, someone rescued him.

"Sir, Dean Qin has come to see you."

The servant's voice rang out respectfully.

Zeng Anmin and his son Zeng Shilin both looked towards the door.

(End of this chapter)