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

Chapter 392 The person who truly wanted to kill me was Emperor Jianhong.

A short sword came hurtling through the air.

A pale, cold light streaked across the dark sky.

It broke the silence of everyone present.

Wang Dong, a second-rank patriarch of the Great Sage Dynasty, arrived by air.

When he appeared, he first bowed to Master Xu:
"Greetings, Celestial Master."

"No need for formalities," Master Xu nodded calmly.

"Wang Dong, regarding today's events..." The second-rank Daoist from the Extreme Abyss Sect breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing him appear.

"Let's set aside today's matter for now and ask everyone to withdraw their supernatural powers." Wang Dong's gaze turned serenely to the thousand-foot-tall Dharma image behind Zeng Shilin.

His gaze then shifted to the giant sword in front of the old Daoist Jiyuan:
"This is the territory of my capital. Elder Jiyuan has gone too far by disregarding the lives of the people of my Great Sage. Fortunately, no major disaster has occurred."

The old Taoist Jiyuan narrowed his eyes and looked at Zeng Shilin.

Zeng Shilin didn't even bother to look at him, staring straight ahead with a cold expression.

He then looked at Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin and Bai Ziqing had been placed on the roof by Master Xu, whose eyes were full of disdain.

"A young child."

The old Daoist Jiyuan sneered, waved his hand, and the sword in the air slowly disappeared. He stood proudly and said to Wang Dong:
"Then I'll give you, Wang Dong, some face."

Wang Dong nodded expressionlessly, then turned his gaze to Zeng Shilin.

"Humph."

Zeng Shilin seemed oblivious to the gaze directed at him, gave a cold snort, and turned his head away.

……

Wang Dong's expression froze slightly.

He then gave a wry smile: "Why is Lord Wenqing doing this?"

"Why bother?"

Zeng Shilin stared intently at Wang Dong: "If I had arrived even a fraction later today, the Duke's mansion would have been razed to the ground by this old Taoist priest."

"I thought that Taoists were pure of heart and had few desires, and valued peace the most."

"What I saw today does not match the rumors."

"Ah."

"Then tell me, how can we get through this?" Wang Dong's expression turned serious.

"I already said that," Zeng Shilin said coldly, looking at the old Daoist Jiyuan.

"Kneel down and apologize to my son."

"Do you really think this old Taoist is afraid of you?!" Old Taoist Jiyuan rose up in a rage, and was about to form a magic seal in his hand again.

With a clang, the golden sword rose into the air once more.

"Ding ~"

But as soon as the golden sword was raised, it was suppressed out of thin air by the power of the nation's destiny controlled by Master Xu.

"Private feuds are not allowed in the capital." Master Xu said calmly.

With just this one sentence, the old Daoist Jiyuan could no longer make any further moves.

The might of the nation's destiny cannot be opposed.

"There's no need to say anything more if we've already broken off all pretense." Wang Dong slowly flew to Zeng Shilin's side, his face serious as he whispered:
"If we were to offend the Sword Sect to the death at this time and cause it to completely side with Nanjiang, it would not be good for our Great Holy Dynasty."

"What? Are my son and I just supposed to swallow this humiliation?!" Zeng Shilin laughed angrily, staring at Wang Dong.

"If the Ancestor doesn't give me an explanation today..."

"Humph!"

He abruptly shrugged his sleeve.

As a court official, there are certain things that one must never say, even in the heat of the moment.

"Whoo~"

Wang Dong took a deep breath.

After a long silence, he sighed, then turned to look at the old Daoist Jiyuan:

"Elder Jiyuan, if you want this missionary work to go smoothly, you must be willing to make a painful sacrifice."

As soon as these words came out.

Master Xu raised an eyebrow slightly.

A sharp glint appeared in Zeng Shilin's eyes.

The old Daoist Jiyuan looked somewhat humiliated, but the words "spread the Dao" in Wang Dong's words truly struck a chord with him.

The current priority should indeed be the Taoist and Buddhist conference.

He pondered for a long time, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty, then let out a cold laugh and pulled a precious lotus flower from his robes:
"This is a 'Qi Yu Bao Lian' in our Taoist sect, which can bring the dead back to life and heal flesh and bones. It is a divine treasure lotus for fourth-rank martial artists when they advance to the third rank."

"Take it if you want it; if you don't, let's fight to the death today."

Their attitude was extremely bad.

"Who doesn't know that my father and son both practice Confucianism and Taoism? Did you give that crude brute the tools you were given to resolve our grudges?!"

Standing on the roof, Zeng Anmin couldn't help but point at the old Taoist priest's nose and start cursing.

As soon as these words came out.

Zeng Shilin's lips twitched slightly.

Master Xu also looked at Zeng Anmin with a half-smile.

"you!"

The old Taoist priest lowered his head, glared angrily at Zeng Anmin, but did not say anything more.

Undeniably, Qi Yu Bao Lian is a priceless treasure that any martial artist would find impossible to obtain in their lifetime.

But for the Zeng family, this father and son who were Confucian scholars, it was indeed completely useless.

He must have given this precious lotus flower because he harbored resentment towards it.

"but."

Zeng Anmin changed the subject, sighed, and looked at his cousin who was not far away:

"For my cousin's sake, I don't want to hold a grudge against you like this."

"Remember this, you were just lucky this time to meet someone as understanding as me, which is why you were able to resolve our grievances so easily."

"Never be arrogant again."

……

Master Xu turned his head away.

Old Ancestor Wang Dong subconsciously raised his hand and touched his sleeve.

The old Taoist's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

"Let's leave it at that!"

"Don't delay the Taoist and Buddhist conference the day after tomorrow."

After Wang Dong spoke, he stepped onto a short sword and headed towards the palace.

"Humph!"

The old Daoist Jiyuan floated the precious lotus in his hand in the air, then headed east without looking back. Before leaving, his voice rang out:
"Wuxin, I'm leaving!"

"Elder... Senior Sister's injury..." Wuxin's face showed hesitation.

The old Taoist priest glanced indifferently at Tiger, who was standing next to his cousin:

"Her ties to this world are not yet severed, so let her spend the rest of her life here."

…………

"Mother..."

Tiger stood in front of his cousin's bed as if he had done something wrong, clutching the corner of the blanket tightly.

His big, round eyes were filled with tears.

"Mom is fine."

My cousin looked weak; she looked at Tiger and forced a smile.

"Good boy, Tiger."

“Cousin, your injuries…” Zeng Anmin looked deeply at Zeng Rongyu:
"How should it be treated?"

A smile appeared on Zeng Rongyu's face as she gently stroked Hu Zi's head.
"The sword energy of Chaoyuan is the sharpest energy in the world."

"If it remains in the body, it's like a maggot clinging to the bone; it can't be removed."

"Uncle should know this." As she spoke, she looked at Zeng Shilin behind Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Shilin remained expressionless and silent.

Seeing this, Zeng Anmin's heart sank:
"Is there no other way?"

"Heh, only the successive sect leaders of the Sword Sect know how to neutralize the Chaoyuan Sword Qi, but my heart is now stirred by worldly desires..."

My cousin smiled gently, looking at Tiger with loving eyes, and patted his head, saying:
“The sect leader naturally doesn’t want to file a lawsuit either.” Zeng Anmin fell silent.

"But thankfully, I still have one more day to live." Her cousin's smile remained unchanged, but she looked up at Zeng Anmin.
"Over the years, my biggest regret is not being able to reunite with Duan Langhuzi."

"Uncle, would you be willing to help me?"

Zeng Shilin paused for a moment, then asked;

How can we help?

My cousin gently lifted the blanket and sat up in bed. Although she was weak, she still had some strength.

"Om~"

A jade pendant, emerald green in color, slowly rose from my cousin's hand and flew into the air.

"After entering the Daoist sect, I became a disciple of the Fourth Elder of Huanyu Peak."

"What I've learned is this illusion technique."

“Using this jade pendant as a medium, one can evoke an illusion.”

My cousin's face was filled with tenderness and longing; her eyes were dreamy as she softly murmured:

"When I first mastered the art of illusion, I sketched out my own natal illusion."

"That was the outskirts of the capital when I first met Duan Lang. Duan Lang was always waiting for me in the illusion."

"I abandoned all means of attack, just so that I could have the opportunity to bring Hu Zi into the illusion in the future, so that he could also see his biological father."

My cousin's face showed a hint of apology:
"In fact, the techniques within the Taoist illusion are extremely ingenious. Even if the enemy is thousands of miles away, as long as one's cultivation level is high enough, one can grasp their eight characters and lure them into the illusion."

"But I have been a Taoist for nine years, and my talent is limited and my cultivation level is insufficient. My magical power is not enough to lure Hu Zi into the illusion in the Taoist sect."

"Right now, I am struggling to resist the sword energy invading my body with all my magic power, and I am unable to lure Hu'er into my body. I can only trouble my uncle to lend me a hand."

After she finished speaking, she looked up at Zeng Shilin earnestly.

Looking at Zeng Rongyu's haggard eyes, Zeng Shilin's aged eyes flashed with heartache:
"My righteous energy is the nemesis of all evil spirits and illusions in the world, and it may worsen your injuries..."

Zeng Rongyu shook her head with a faint smile: "Anyway, I won't live much longer, so it's fine."

Zeng Shilin pursed his lips.

As if struck by a thought, Zeng Anmin slowly raised his hand, a verdant light emanating from it.
"Cousin, do you think this aura can help you?"

Upon hearing this, my cousin looked at Zeng Anmin's hand. When her eyes fell upon the ethereal green light, her body trembled slightly, and she exclaimed in surprise:
"Such a pure and potent aura of phantom spirits!!"

"Where did this... come from?"

Zeng Anmin's gaze was deep and unfathomable, his voice carrying a chilling undercurrent that was impossible to decipher:

"The power of a second-rank demon lord, the primordial power of a illusory demon lord!"

The words fell.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Then Zeng Shilin's body jolted, and he suddenly looked up!
He stared intently at the primordial power in Zeng Anmin's hand!

"The demon race...the Daoist sect!"

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath, then looked up at Zeng Shilin expressionlessly:
"Father, you thought of that too?"

Zeng Shilin's expression was extremely solemn. He stared at Zeng Anmin and said, word by word:

"Illusion, Array, Spring, Chamber!"

“Cousin, let me ask you something.” Zeng Anmin’s gaze fell on Zeng Rongyu’s face:

"You just said that you can hold the Tiger's birth chart and pull him into an illusion."

"If he is already in the illusion, can I take his Eight-Character Palm in my hand and enter the illusion?"

My cousin was slightly taken aback.

She didn't understand why Zeng Anmin would ask such a question, but after only a moment's hesitation, she nodded and said:
"If your cultivation level is high enough and your illusory spirit power is pure and abundant, then it is possible."

"And another thing, if someone else has my birth chart, will it change after I enter the illusion?"

Zeng Anmin stared intently at his cousin.

Zeng Rongyu nodded naturally and said, "If someone has the power to manipulate your birth chart and uses illusion magic on it, it will naturally bring great misfortune."

Why would you ask that?

……

Zeng Anmin did not answer.

Instead, he slowly raised his head to look at Zeng Shilin, his voice containing a hint of coldness:
"Father, do you still remember when my Zeng family wanted to arrange a marriage with the Qin family, and Xu Mingxin from the Xuanzhen Division came to the manor to help me with my birth chart?"

Zeng Shilin's face also exuded an unparalleled chill:
"explain."

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath: "He said at the time that my birth chart was that of a dead person."

"There was only one day left until the imperial examination."

Numerous clues are connected.

Neither father nor son were fools, and they immediately understood everything!

"Someone gave my birth information to the second-rank illusory demon lord of the demon race."

"Only in this way can she enter the illusionary array of the Imperial Examination..."

"In other words, the purpose of the second-rank demon lord entering the illusion array was not to prevent you from obtaining more information about the demon race in order to prepare for future wars."

As Zeng Anmin finished speaking, he slowly raised his head, his face devoid of any emotion, his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed:

"But it was to... kill me!"

A murderous intent slowly emanated from his body.

"Oh!"

Startled, Tiger instinctively looked up at him, staring in terror, his head hitting the corner of the table, too afraid to utter a sound.

Zeng Shilin's hand unconsciously touched Hu Zi's head, and a chilling aura emanated from him.

"Who is the one……"

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath:

"Do you remember when I killed Ji Qing a few days ago?"

“Speak.” Zeng Shilin stared intently at Zeng Anmin.

"I was lured outside the city by Hu Zi, and after we met outside the city, he suddenly appeared, as if he had been waiting for me on purpose!"

"He's after my life!"

As Zeng Anmin spoke, his expression grew increasingly grim.

"Moreover, this time, the second-rank elder of the Daoist sect unleashed a powerful attack right from the start..."

"What is magnification?" Zeng Shilin frowned.

"It means going all out... against a mere fourth-rank Confucian cultivator like me..."

“He came to kill me too…” Zeng Anmin’s hands clenched into fists, extremely tightly.

"First the imperial examinations, then Ji Qing, and now the Grand Elder of the Daoist sect... if all of these were orchestrated by the same person..." Zeng Anmin stared intently at Zeng Shilin.
"Then this person can only be... His Majesty the current Emperor, Emperor Jianhong!"

boom! !

These words, like a thunderclap, struck Zeng Shilin's ears.

His face was extremely ugly:

"This...can't be..."

He knew that in the midst of political struggle, even if there was only doubt, one must never harbor any illusions.

But he still couldn't believe it...

Zeng Anmin looked at Zeng Anmin with a calm gaze:
"Father, I know who would benefit the most if I died."

Zeng Shilin clenched his fist and remained silent.

"Although I am not in the court, I know that for Emperor Jianhong, Master Xu of the Xuanzhen Division is the biggest obstacle to his consolidation of power."

"To counterbalance Master Xu, we must support someone else who can oppose him."

"And no one is more suitable than you, the eighth disciple of the Confucian Sage and a second-rank Quasi-Sage."

"But what if you defeat Master Xu and then harbor ulterior motives?"

“Since you have no children, you will never have any disloyal intentions…” Zeng Anmin looked at his father with a deep gaze:
"Of course, you might think that all of this is just my guess, some of it is right, and some of it is wrong..."

Zeng Shilin's face was extremely ugly at this time.

"But Father, do you still remember where you were on the day Ji Qing tried to kill me?"

Zeng Anmin remained expressionless:
"You have been summoned to the palace by His Majesty."

"But what if you had been at home at the time?"

"Can I take you with me to find Tiger?"

"With you by my side, how could Ji Qing kill me?"

…………

"Oh!"

Zeng Shilin slammed his fist on the table in front of him.

(End of this chapter)