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

Chapter 357 I am willing to go through fire and water for the Zeng family, even unto death!

At this moment, the scene of the illusion array was completely silent.

Zeng Shilin's hands trembled slightly.

He looked at the Confucian scholars who had already woken up.

She glanced again at her eldest son, who was still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

"Clap~"

Zeng Shilin's arm fell limply to his side.

His figure appeared extremely lonely.

He was silent.

I don't know what I'm thinking about.

He remained silent, yet his words stirred a pang of sadness in everyone present.

"Zeng Anmin".

The eldest princess's expression was extremely complicated at this moment.

Her eyes were fixed on Zeng Anmin's figure.

Her fair hands clenched tightly beneath her sleeves.

Her gaze turned cold.

He looked toward those living Confucian scholars.

All 472 Confucian scholars were awakened, not one was missing.

This seems to be the best possible outcome at present.

The sacrifice of one person saved the lives of more than four hundred others.

But she couldn't calm down.

"More than four hundred people cannot match the wisdom of one person like you."

The eldest princess murmured to herself.

"Brother Quanfu!!"

The crown prince appeared even more desolate at this moment.

He disregarded royal dignity and scrambled toward Zeng Anmin's seated figure.

"Why are you always like this, disregarding your own life and property?!"

He came to Liu Xian's side, looking at Zeng Anmin's calm figure, his voice trembling, which made people unable to help but burst into tears.

"Just like Lord Wenqing, so you too!!"

"The Zeng family has lived up to the expectations of the people and the legacy of Confucianism!"

The chubby prince's voice caused Emperor Jianhong to fall silent as well.

He slowly raised his head and looked at that lonely figure.

That was Zeng Shilin's back view.

Zeng family.

For the first time, the word "reliable" was etched into his mind.

The label is as clear as a sword mark on a wooden boat.

"Mr. Wenqing..."

Emperor Jianhong sighed.

I ultimately couldn't bring myself to say the words "please accept my condolences."

Zeng Anmin's breathing is still very even.

There were no signs of loss of vital signs.

But everyone knows perfectly well.

Zeng Anmin, a mere fourth-rank Confucian cultivator, had no chance of winning against a second-rank old demon who used the power of illusion in the illusion array.

At this moment, the White Queen also gazed intently at Zeng Anmin's figure.

For some reason, she thought of her cousin.

He was also the boy whom his family called a genius.

That boy who started practicing swordsmanship at the age of seven and was known as the number one swordsman in the capital at the age of twenty-four.

"Bai Ziqing is far inferior to Zeng Anmin."

The White Queen had this idea in her mind.

"Pity."

She glanced at Zeng Anmin again and sighed inwardly.

Heaven is jealous of talent.

She looked up at Master Xu: "Master Xu, is there still hope for Prefect Zeng?"

Master Xu remained silent, then sighed:

"As Liu Xian just said, the False Demon Lord has summoned the Refining Furnace. With this furnace, let alone Zeng Anmin, even if I were to fall into it, my divine power would be refined in an instant."

The words were not explicitly stated.

But everyone understands what it means.

Even a top-tier expert would die if he encountered that furnace.

A mere fourth-rank Confucian scholar...

All hope in everyone's hearts was shattered at this moment.

The princess swayed slightly.

She felt a wave of dizziness.

For some reason, after hearing that Zeng Anmin had been sentenced to death by Master Xu, her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by a large hand.

It made it extremely difficult for her to breathe.

She pursed her lips tightly, her fingernails already deeply embedded in the flesh of her palms.

Silence speaks louder than words.

"Brother Quan Fu!!!"

The chubby prince looked up to the sky and cried out.

My voice is hoarse to the extreme.

Liu Xian and Liu Fengnian's eyes were red and swollen at this moment. They looked at Zeng Anmin, who was sitting cross-legged there, and their bodies trembled.

The more than four hundred Confucian scholars also looked intently at Zeng Anmin.

……

"Snapped!"

A scholar came to Zeng Shilin without saying a word and knelt down without hesitation.

“Lord Wenqing, my life and fortune were saved by Lord Zeng. I know that I am now a nobody and have no power to help you.”

"But please rest assured, Lord Wenqing, if there is ever a need for my help, just say the word, and I will go through fire and water, even unto death!"

"Oh!"

After saying that, he banged his head on the ground.

Blood gushed from his forehead in an instant, but he was completely unaware.

Upon hearing this, the remaining four hundred or so Confucian scholars slowly raised their heads, their gazes becoming unwavering.

They all stood up and solemnly turned towards Zeng Shilin's direction.

"Wow."

People with hands are on the road.

"I will go through fire and water for the Zeng family, even unto death!!"

Their voices were clear and resolute.

Zeng Shilin remained unmoved, staring blankly in Zeng Anmin's direction.

…………

Within the illusion array.

Zeng Anmin looked up at the illusory demon lord floating in the air.

"Young Master Zeng, don't trouble yourself. Why don't you jump in yourself?"

The illusory demon lord smiled radiantly, looking at Zeng Anmin like a saint.

Zeng Anmin stroked his chin, looking at the furnace:
"I have a question."

"If this furnace can't do anything to me, what will you do?"

As he said this, he blinked.

Upon hearing this, the Demon Lord of Illusion's expression turned extremely strange.

She reacted as if she had heard the funniest thing in the world.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

She laughed so hard she almost fell over.

He laughed for a long time before slowly stopping.

"Young Master Zeng is quite the joker."

"This furnace is the supreme artifact of my illusory demon race."

"Not to mention you, even if the Demon Emperor Xiangliu were to be reborn, once he enters this furnace, his divine power would be doomed."

Seeing her extremely confident look, Zeng Anmin winked at her:

"But what if I don't want to enter this furnace?"

The Demon Lord of Illusion's smile remained unchanged.

But the surrounding air inexplicably turned cold.

Her voice was like that of a demon from the deepest hell:
"Why do you think I dared to release them first?"

"Their departure from the formation means that external factors have become docile, and this illusionary formation world has become stable."

"So, if they were here, you wouldn't be able to force me into the furnace?"

Zeng Anmin was stunned.

"whee."

The Demon Lord of Illusion did not answer the question, but simply smiled and waved his jade hand, causing the furnace to slowly move towards Zeng Anmin.

"Young Master Zeng, stop talking nonsense and go inside. Don't force me to use force again."

"alright."

Zeng Anmin looked at the furnace that was so close at hand.

He stood on the edge of the furnace, looking down.

A fiery red expanse.

Like the most intense fire in the world.

But there was no warmth at all.

"How about it, are you scared? Do you feel like your soul is being roasted by the illusory fire of the furnace?"

The Demon Lord of Illusion looked at Zeng Anmin with a smile.

"Uh……"

Zeng Anmin sensed the depths of his soul, which felt nothing.

Then, with a forced smile, he looked up at the illusory demon lord:

"Maybe."

"Pfft~"

Without any further words, Zeng Anmin leaped into the furnace.

(End of this chapter)