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

Chapter 350 Zeng Anmin: I am not incapable of claiming to be alone and widowed!
What should we do now?
Although it was within an illusion array, the scene of him instantly killing a fourth-grade bull demon had already left a very deep impression on these Confucian cultivators.

At this moment, more than a hundred Confucian scholars all turned their gazes toward Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin gave them a wink.

He then stood up and walked towards the direction of the princess in the illusion array.

"You want to gather Confucian scholars to investigate the truth behind this red fog?"

The eldest princess remained expressionless, her brows slightly furrowed.

Zeng Anmin nodded solemnly and bowed.

"We have now captured this mountain and completed the task assigned by Commander Zeng. This red demonic mist is strange; I fear it is a conspiracy by the demon race."

"Don't worry, I will contact my father immediately if there is any danger."

Zeng Anmin took out a jade pendant from his pocket.

It was a pure white jade pendant.

"Is this a communication talisman from the Imperial City Guard?"

The eldest princess was clearly a discerning person.

“Yes, my father and I each have one, and we established our connection through this jade talisman.”

Zeng Anmin looked at the eldest princess intently.

He feared that the eldest princess might not be at ease about his safety.

"can."

The princess pondered for a moment, then looked up at the red mist that enveloped the entire mountain and nodded earnestly.

Zeng Anmin breathed a sigh of relief.

Without any hesitation, he left the tent and then focused his gaze on the more than one hundred Confucian scholars.

"Let's go! Down the mountain!"

Zeng Anmin looked at them in a deep voice.

"Yes."

Those more than one hundred Confucian scholars also knew the seriousness of the matter.

Without hesitation, they followed Zeng Anmin, gathered together, and walked down the mountain with him.

We walked to the middle of the mountain.

Finally, someone couldn't help but speak up.

"What should we do now? Will we be trapped in this illusion forever?"

"Yes, Young Master Zeng, Master Xu is truly inhuman! He only said that the illusion array was violated by the demon race, but he didn't even mention a way to break the spell..."

"I'm still young, I really don't want to die in this illusion array."

"..."

In an instant, the morale of these more than one hundred Confucian scholars had completely plummeted.

Liu Xian also gripped her hands tightly, looking at Zeng Anmin with extreme tension on her face.

"Don't panic."

Zeng Anmin's expression was serious as he slowly spoke, his voice carrying through his martial arts aura to the ears of every Confucian cultivator:
“My father is in the capital right now. Xiang Liu just died, so the demons wouldn’t be so bold as to show up in the capital.”

"Otherwise, no matter which demon race it is, as long as it dares to appear in the capital, it will die under my father's righteous energy. My father is a second-grade sub-saint and the eighth disciple of the Confucian sage master. He definitely has the strength to do so."

His voice was extremely firm when he said this.

This gradually calmed down the restless Confucian scholars.

"Therefore, I speculate that the demon race must have used some method to infiltrate the illusion array from as far away as Ten Thousand Demon Mountain."

"But in that case, it is destined not to have too deep a control over the illusion array."

"That's why we're still in the illusion array and haven't died immediately."

This is Zeng Anmin's own speculation.

If the demon race that infiltrated the illusion array was truly that powerful, these Confucian cultivators would have absolutely no room to maneuver.

The fact that they can gather here proves that things are not as dangerous as they imagined.

Sure enough, as he spoke, the expressions of these Confucian scholars were no longer as panicked as before, but they still looked lingering fear.

Liu Xian pursed her lips, then looked firmly at Zeng Anmin:
"Brother Quanfu, you are far superior to us. If we want to survive, we can only rely on you. Tell us what to do, and we will listen to you."

You can't abandon us.

Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, all the Confucian scholars looked at Zeng Anmin.

"Now, what we need to do is find all four hundred-plus Confucian cultivators who have entered the Illusion Array Spring Examination and gather them together."

Zeng Anmin looked at them intently:

"There is no danger now. It is probably the first time they have entered the illusion array, and the demon race has not yet completely taken control."

"Now that the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light, the best course of action is to stick together and not give the demons time to defeat us one by one."

"Now, follow me and find all the Confucian cultivators involved in the illusion array."

A glint of malice flashed in Zeng Anmin's eyes: "Then I found my father inside the illusion array." "Although it was an illusion array, within it, my father's cultivation was still at the second-grade Quasi-Saint level!"

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

They stared intently at Zeng Anmin, then followed him steadfastly.

Zeng Anmin led the way, walking forward.

After he turned around, he looked at the thick red mist floating in the air.

His expression turned strange, then he murmured softly:

"It is both a danger and an opportunity."

If he could save all four hundred-plus Confucian scholars.

What will happen then?

More than four hundred Confucian cultivators, and they were the ones who could accompany their father to the battlefield against the demons.

They don't even need to all submit to him.

Even if it's only half, no, a third!

Even if only a third of the people are loyal to you, what kind of power would that be?
More than a hundred Confucian scholars who control the Mandarin Duck Army...

Moreover, these Confucian scholars now know that they have fallen to this state because of Master Xu and his group.

They would definitely have different thoughts about Master Xu.

To resist Master Xu is to resist the Great Holy Dynasty.

A terrifying thought suddenly surfaced in Zeng Anmin's mind.

Father led his army to conquer Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, and he didn't even need the entire mountain, just a piece of territory.

Those four hundred-plus Confucian scholars who followed the army would almost certainly be placed in that territory for repair and defense after the war.

If one day, we truly reach a point where we have nowhere to turn and nowhere to stand...

The territory was conquered by my father.

I also saved all these Confucian scholars.

The army was led by my father.

My father was a disciple of the Confucian sage.

"Would it be wrong for me to establish a country on this territory...?"

Zeng Anmin kept this thought firmly in his heart.

Of course, this is only a choice made when there is no other way out.

Zeng Anmin knew that saying anything now would be pointless.

The most important thing is to rescue these four hundred-plus Confucian cultivators from the illusion array!

However, just as he was about to take another step forward...

The red mist in front of them suddenly began to gather.

"Jie Jie..."

A strange laugh reached his ears.

"Wow..."

The crimson mist slowly solidified, transforming into a colossal wall that blocked the hundred-plus Confucian cultivators from entering the mountains!
This giant wall stretches as far as the eye can see.

The feeling of oppression is extremely strong.

Those Confucian scholars were completely numb from watching.

"What...what should I do?"

"We can't even get out of this mountain, how can we talk about sticking together for warmth..."

"..."

Discussion arose.

Zeng Anmin's lips curled up slightly.

He looked up at the massive wall and let out a cold laugh:
"If it weren't for this giant wall, I might not have felt confident at all."

"But if it's just this clumsy method..."

"Doesn't this just prove that the enemy has run out of tricks?"

It is clear.

He sensed the person behind this illusion.

They did not want him to join the remaining three hundred or so Confucian cultivators.

That proves that the enemy is not as strong as we imagined.

(End of this chapter)