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

Was Chapter 359 intentional or accidental?

Zeng Shilin felt that his lifelong reputation was ruined.

He stared blankly at the large son who had suddenly appeared in front of him.

Zeng Anmin pursed his lips tightly.

Although he had not received professional training, he knew he must not laugh out loud at this moment.

Otherwise, my dad will never dare to look me in the eye again.

"Cough cough."

Zeng Anmin looked at his father with a strange expression:

"Father, what's wrong...?"

"Oh……"

A look of panic flashed across Zeng Shilin's face as he hastily wiped the snot from his nose with both hands.

He then coughed lightly.

His expression immediately turned solemn, and he looked at Zeng Anmin with a stern face:
How did you get out?

Zeng Anmin spread his hands and said, "My powerful illusion array can't affect me, let alone a mere..."

Zeng Shilin raised his hand to stop Zeng Anmin from speaking.

He then waved his hand with a wary expression.

"Shh!"

A golden net covered the two of them, preventing any possibility of eavesdropping from the outside world.

"You mean, even though the Demon Lord of Illusion had already invaded the illusion array for this imperial examination, it still didn't have any effect on you?"

A sharp glint shone in Zeng Shilin's eyes.

"Of course."

"Hiss~" Zeng Shilin gasped, staring at Zeng Anmin in shock:
"Liu Fengnian and those Confucian scholars told their father that the Demon Lord of Illusion discovered the unusual nature of your divine soul power and used the Illusion Furnace to refine you... In other words, your divine soul can actually withstand that Illusion Furnace?!"

Zeng Anmin shrugged: "That's exactly why I was able to walk out of the illusion array safely."

Zeng Shilin was stunned.

He stared blankly at Zeng Anmin, then his brows furrowed tightly. After pondering for a long time, he took a deep breath and said:
"If anyone asks, just say that I have recently been studying the teachings given by the Confucian sage with my father, understand?"

His voice was serious and deep.

"clear."

Upon hearing this, Zeng Anmin couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in his heart.

This is Dad protecting himself to the greatest extent possible.

He neither asked himself why his spirit was so resilient, nor did he suspect that he had any unspeakable secrets.

Instead, they did their best to cover it up after the incident...

“Father…” Zeng Anmin couldn’t help but speak:
"You don't want to know how I got it..."

"I don't want to." The old man shook his head, his gaze softening as he slowly reached out and stroked Zeng Anmin's head.

"You don't need to say anything more."

"Everyone has secrets, and secrets forced to be revealed by external factors are not the truth."

Zeng Anmin opened his mouth.

He smiled awkwardly.

He swallowed the lie he was about to make up...

Zeng Shilin chuckled softly and slowly stood up:

"Let's go home first. Your Aunt Lin is probably getting impatient."

"Ah."

Zeng Anmin looked at his father's broad back.

He remained silent for a long time.

Eyes twinkling.

"Chirp!"

The two of them took to the air.

Under the shimmering golden light, Zeng Shilin led Zeng Anmin back to the Duke's Mansion.

.........

In the palace.

Emperor Jianhong sat on a chair in his study.

My gaze fell upon the gradually darkening sky.

He has been sitting here motionless for almost an hour.

"Your Majesty, it's time to eat."

A young eunuch walked over respectfully, not daring to look up too much, staring down at his toes.

Emperor Jianhong was completely unaware.

He continued to stare at the sky outside the window.

"His Majesty?"

After waiting for a long time, the little eunuch still didn't dare to straighten up. He bowed and glanced sideways, tentatively calling out.

“Zeng Anmin…”

Emperor Jianhong spoke, not in response to the little eunuch's words, but as he murmured, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest of his chair.

"At the age of eighteen, a fourth-rank Confucian scholar..." His voice was soft: "To save four hundred and seventy-two examinees, he did not hesitate to use himself as bait, upholding righteousness and contributing to the nation..."

His voice was devoid of any emotion as he spoke.

He spoke in an extremely calm tone.

"Regarding this illusion array, he died young..."

"I should...reward him handsomely."

“Xu Tianshi of the Xuanzhen Division is ignorant of etiquette and fearless of imperial authority... It’s time for someone to stand up and restrain him.”

"Zeng Shilin is now a second-rank Quasi-Sage, and has even received the personal approval of the Confucian Sage to become his eighth disciple. Most importantly..."

"He's about to die without an heir," Emperor Jianhong murmured, his eyes narrowing deeply.

"He is the best choice."

Think about this.

Emperor Jianhong chuckled softly.

The laughter carried a chilling undertone.

"Then shall Zeng Anmin be granted the title of Marquis of Qiji, and the honorary title of Wenyuan?"

His voice fell.

"Pfft~"

The young eunuch was sweating profusely; his legs could no longer support him, and he collapsed completely to the ground.

"Ok?"

Emperor Jianhong raised his head slightly and looked at him expressionlessly.

"His Majesty……"

The young eunuch caught a glimpse of Emperor Jianhong's gaze, a gaze that seemed to regard him as if he were looking at a dead man.

His face was deathly pale.

"This servant...this servant...didn't hear anything..."

"You servant..."

His jaw was chattering, and a foul stench wafted from his crotch.

Emperor Jianhong frowned slightly.

He didn't say much.

He simply stood up and waved into the shadows.

"Da~"

A barely perceptible footstep sounded.

"scoff~"

A sharp blade pierced the throat.

"Thump!" The corpse fell to the ground.

Soon someone brought a damp cloth to wipe the ground.

Emperor Jianhong watched all of this with a blank expression.

He then raised his hand and gently touched the teacup on the table. Just as he was about to put the teacup to his lips and take a sip, he heard hurried footsteps.

"Your Majesty, an informant reports that Duke Wenqing, Zeng Shilin, has brought his son, Zeng Anmin, back for tea."

As this voice sounded.

Emperor Jianhong's hand suddenly stopped.

His brows furrowed as he looked at the person who had approached.

This person is Xing Siya, the Eastern Supervisor of the Imperial City Guard.

He stared intently at Xing Siya:

Are you sure it's Zeng Anmin?

"After hearing this, I made a special trip to the Duke's mansion to investigate. It was indeed Zeng Anmin. He invited me to have a meal, but I declined."

Xing Siya is a bearded man.

He wasn't particularly tall, had a slightly dark complexion, and was thin. Of all his features, his face was the most striking.

The left side of his face was covered with an extremely eerie peony tattoo.

"How could he escape from a second-rank demon lord?"

Emperor Jianhong narrowed his eyes slightly.

An aura of authority, emanating from him without anger, rose up.

In an instant, you could hear a pin drop in the imperial study.

Xing Siya dared not make any movement, but simply lowered her head and knelt on one knee to report:
"I also went to the scene. The great formation has been removed. The illusion scroll was covered by red mist after the appearance of the illusory demon lord. What exactly happened is unknown."

"A second-rank demon lord cannot contain a fourth-rank Confucian cultivator."

Emperor Jianhong clenched his fist tightly under his sleeve.

He lowered his head and gave Xing Siya a deep look.

Then a seductive figure appeared in my mind.

His lips murmured softly:

"Was it intentional, or was it accidental?"

(End of this chapter)