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

Chapter 378 The shock that the power of time brought to Dad!
"But... Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism..."

Zeng Anmin poured out a pill from the porcelain bottle.

"Om~"

Golden light flashed out.

Zeng Anmin held the pill in his hand and examined it carefully.

The warm, smooth sensation spread from his fingers deep into his skin.

"Buddha's power?"

Dad's voice sounded.

Zeng Anmin looked up and saw Zeng Shilin's body, bathed in golden light, slowly descending from the sky outside the window into the courtyard.

"Father, do you know what this is?" Zeng Anmin greeted Zeng Shilin.

"Ok?"

Zeng Shilin did not answer immediately; after landing, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Did you kill someone?"

what?
Zeng Anmin's face froze for a moment, then his eyes widened: "How did you know?"

"I can sense a faint smell of blood on you; this is a perception only a second-rank Confucian cultivator can have."

Zeng Shilin walked into the house with a calm expression. Just as he was about to speak, his gaze suddenly fell on Hu Zi, whose face was pale.

"what happened?!"

Zeng Shilin's expression suddenly darkened.

Looking at Hu Zi's miserable appearance, he recalled the bloody smell on Zeng Anmin.

He looked at Zeng Anmin, a chill emanating from him:

Who touched Tiger?

"Ji Qing," Zeng Anmin answered honestly.

"Who?!" Old Man's voice rang out as he suddenly appeared before Zeng Anmin like a ghost, staring at him and saying:

"Don't tell your father that you just killed Ji Qing?"

Zeng Anmin looked at Zeng Shilin innocently:
"You even know this?"

……

Zeng Shilin suddenly widened his eyes: "Ji Qing! Known as the number one war god of our Great Holy Dynasty!"

"You...killed him?!"

Even now, he has reached the cultivation level of a second-grade Quasi-Saint.

Upon hearing this news, I couldn't help but feel a little dizzy.

No, how did my son get to this point??
I clearly remember that two years ago he was just a helpless little kid...

"Cough cough, just lucky, just lucky."

Zeng Anmin looked at his father's somewhat shocked expression and smiled sheepishly.

"A fluke?!" The old man's voice suddenly rose:
"I am now at the second-grade Quasi-Saint level, and even I wouldn't dare say I would be completely defeated if I were to encounter Ji Qing!"

"Let alone your father, even Master Xu, a first-rank array master of our Great Holy Dynasty, might not be able to guarantee a victory over Ji Qing in terms of combat alone!"

"Are martial artists really that freakish?" Zeng Anmin scratched his head, somewhat incredulous.
"I think it's just average."

"Do you think it's because we Confucian scholars add the word 'vulgar' before the term 'warrior'?" The old man glanced at Zeng Anmin sideways.
“A third-rank martial artist, if he fights with all his might, can turn an entire mountain into ruins.”

……

Zeng Anmin's brow twitched slightly.

At the same time, a strong sense of luck also arose in my heart.

His men killed two third-rank military officers.

Mr. Xin was old and had no defenses against the magical artifact in his hands.

As for Ji Qing... it was simply because he had awakened the power of time, and because the Ancestral Dragon Diagram had accumulated a lot of power over the years, it supported him to dismember Ji Qing into eight pieces over a sufficient amount of time.

If there were no power of time...

Zeng Anmin felt that Ji Qing's long spear could probably skewer him like a mutton kebab and grill him.

"That's why I said that beating him was a fluke."

Zeng Anmin looked at his father earnestly and said, "Because of the true meaning of the Ancestral Dragon Diagram, I awakened the power of time..."

"time??"

A look of confusion flashed in the old man's eyes.

Clearly, he has no concept of time.

"Shall I demonstrate for you?"

The thought of being able to show off in front of my dad again is so exciting.

Zeng Anmin couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

"Mmm~ Uncle..."

Tiger's groggy voice came through, sounding like he was about to die.

Uh!
How could I forget about him!
Zeng Anmin looked up and saw that Hu Zi's entire body was now covered in a black aura.

Fearing that further delay might cause something else to happen to Tiger, Zeng Anmin quickly fed the pill he was holding into Tiger's mouth. "Mmm~"

Tiger chewed twice with his teeth.

Then he smacked his lips a few times.

He swallowed the pill, still feeling unsatisfied.

"scoff~"

After the pill entered his stomach, the black aura that had been slowly rising from Tiger's body gradually dissipated.

"Whoo~"

After doing all this, Zeng Anmin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"what is going on?"

The old man's voice rang out, and he frowned as he stared at Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin said, "This matter has to start from when you asked me to investigate Xiang Wangxian's death..."

It took him half an hour.

Following Xiang Wangxian's case, he discovered clues about Bai Zihua of the Bai family abducting children born on the 10th.

Following the clues, they found Ji Qing... Finally, based on their previous experiences, they deduced that the Xi Huang Tu was on Ji Qing's person.

"So, Xiang Wang also found out about this, which is why Ji Qing killed him to silence him?"

Zeng Shilin pondered for a moment, then slowly walked to the chair and sat down, his expression calm:

"And you just happened to find out all this, so he kidnapped Tiger, lured you out of the city, then ambushed and killed you, only to be killed in return?"

"Correct."

"Was Tiger saved by Abbot Hongji of Fa'an Temple?"

"Uh, it should be Abbot Hongji, right?" Zeng Anmin had forgotten to ask the old monk's name.

……

Silence fell over the room.

After a long time.

Zeng Shilin looked up and calmly looked at Zeng Anmin: "I know about Abbot Hongji's travels to Xiliu. Judging from the days, it is indeed time for him to return."

"He saved Hu Zi by chance, and I believe it."

His gaze remained calm.

Looking at Zeng Anmin, he said, "But I still don't believe Ji Qing will die at your hands."

"Even if you cultivate both Confucianism and martial arts, your current level is only that of a fourth-rank martial artist."

"Although I do not practice martial arts, I know that the difference between martial artists of the first rank is like an insurmountable chasm."

"You have no choice but to believe me."

Zeng Anmin rolled his eyes: "Why would I lie to you?"

"You might as well just be lying to me."

"Watch closely!"

Zeng Anmin looked around.

He went to a potted plant by the window, gazed at a single flower in it, and pointed at it:
Look closely!

The old man looked in the direction his finger was pointing.

Zeng Anmin held his breath and slowly activated his "domain".

The milky white area gradually unfolded.

After coming into contact with that flower, Zeng Anmin's mind slowly began to move.

"Smash it, Varudo!"

His voice carried a hint of solemnity.

The flowers remained still.

After a long time.

The old man chuckled, "Alright, go to sleep early, I have to go to bed tomorrow..."

His voice paused.

His expression changed to an extremely interesting level, and his body remained frozen in place, completely still!
Follow his gaze.

Between Zeng Anmin's fingers.

The flower became even more alluring.

However, it decayed and rotted at an extremely rapid pace...

"Hi~"

Zeng Shilin gasped!

"Hi~"

Zeng Anmin also gasped.

Because he never expected that simply using the power of time on an ordinary little flower would instantly drain his martial arts aura!
(End of this chapter)