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

Chapter 393 The Great Questioning of the Heart, Confucianism and Taoism in Three Grades!! [Two Chapters Combined]

Although it was just a few words.

But her cousin, Zeng Rongyu, still heard about this shocking scene from the father and son.

A look of astonishment crossed her delicate face.

However, he did not express his opinion.

The whole room remained silent for a long time.

Only the somewhat rapid breathing of the father and son could be heard.

After a long silence, Zeng Shilin slowly raised his head, looked at Zeng Anmin, and said in a low voice:

"All of this is just conjecture and speculation; we need to find solid evidence."

Upon hearing this, Zeng Anmin nodded slowly.

He understood that since his father had said this, it meant that he was already leaning more towards his own deduction.

“I know.” He looked up at Zeng Shilin: “Father, there are many things in this world that require us to be alert and deal with them.”

"Especially in the cutthroat world of officialdom in the capital."

“I would rather believe that something exists than something that doesn’t exist.”

"Hmm." Zeng Shilin's face remained serious throughout. He slowly raised his head, his gaze turning south:

"It's time to find a way out for my son and me."

"Oh?" Zeng Anmin raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this. "Do you have any good ideas?"

"The southern mountains of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains."

Zeng Shilin had no secrets from his eldest son.

Zeng Anmin frowned: "I know what you're thinking, but even if you and I, father and son, go on an expedition and conquer the southern mountains, Emperor Jianhong will probably send someone else to take over."

"We'll talk about it then. Just remember not to give anything away in front of anyone."

Zeng Shilin gently smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, his face deep and thoughtful as he said:

"Otherwise, given His Majesty's temperament, he wouldn't give you and my son a chance to breathe."

“I understand.” Zeng Anmin nodded, a hint of coldness in his expression.
"The imperial examinations are over, Ji Qing is dead, and Daoist Ji Yuan has also failed. Emperor Jian Hong has wasted these three best opportunities, so he probably won't make any moves for a long time to come."

"I suspect that the best time for him to take action next will be when he conquers demons."

"I will be there then." Zeng Shilin raised his head expressionlessly, his gaze fixed on the direction of the palace, a strange light flickering in his eyes.

"As a father, I can kill Xiang Liu to protect the people of the world."

"Then you can kill others to protect your own son."

A gentle breeze blew past the window.

He lifted a strand of white hair from his father's forehead.

The rising sun cast a golden glow upon him.

It left an indelible mark on Zeng Anmin's heart.

I feel so safe...

Zeng Anmin swallowed hard and blinked. "I think the most urgent thing is to save my cousin."

Uh.

The old man paused for a moment, then looked in the direction of his cousin.

Zeng Rongyu felt the gazes of the father and son, blinked, and looked somewhat innocent:

"Uncle, you were explaining something, but I didn't understand..."

"Alright, sister, you don't need to be so cautious in front of us." Zeng Anmin recalled the scene when he was caught in the power of the greatsword, and his cousin stepped forward without hesitation to block the sword for him.

"Um……"

Zeng Rongyu smiled, reached out and stroked Hu Zi's head, then looked at Zeng Anmin and said:

"Please, Brother Quan, sprinkle some of the Illusionary Spirit Essence on me. I will take Hu'er to see his father, and then I will die without regret."

After she finished speaking, her body trembled involuntarily twice:
"Cough cough."

Thin streaks of blood oozed from her mouth.

"die?"

Zeng Anmin blinked: "Who said you were going to die?"

Zeng Rongyu paused for a moment, then patiently said to Zeng Anmin:

"The method to neutralize the Chaoyuan Sword Qi is known only to the leaders of the Daoist sects throughout history. My worldly ties are not severed, and even if I return to the Daoist sect, my elders will not care about me..."

"The Taoist school refers to the leader..."

Zeng Anmin shrugged: "I know one."

Zeng Rongyu gave a bitter smile:
"Junior Brother Wuxin possesses extraordinary talent, having awakened the Sword Awakening Diagram. He is indeed destined to lead the Sword Sect in the future, but right now he..."

"not him."

Zeng Anmin shook his head, then raised his eyebrows and made a slight mental movement.

"Om~"

A transparent figure slowly floated out from his sea of ​​consciousness.

?

The transparent figure, upon appearing, greedily inhaled the surrounding air:
"Whoo~"

“A wonderful outside world.”

"Young friend Zeng, you've finally released this humble Taoist."

Zeng Rongyu's body trembled violently when her gaze fell upon the transparent figure.

Then, in an incredulous trembling voice, he said:

"Talisman... talisman..."

"Oh?" Zeng Anmin looked at Zeng Rongyu in surprise upon hearing this: "Your cousin knows him?"

Zeng Rongyu, drawing strength from who-knows-where, tightly gripped Hu Zi's hand and pulled him into her arms, protecting him fiercely. Then, she stared intently at the illusory figure:
"The old demon of the Fu Sect, the powerful advisor... what exactly is going on?"

“Fu Zong…Old Demon??” Zeng Anmin blinked and looked at Guanglingzi.

Upon hearing Zeng Rongyu's voice, Guanglingzi looked at her in surprise. When her gaze fell on her cousin's clothes, her eyebrows slightly raised.
"A heretical sect's little poison?"

"Hmm? Something's not right with the little poisonous creature..."

"Judging from your complexion, could it be that the sword energy of Chao Yuan has entered your body?"

"Tsk tsk, as expected of an evil sect, they don't even spare their own disciples."

……

Hearing his teasing.

Zeng Anmin's eyes lit up slightly.

It seems my guess was right.

As the sect leader of the Fu Sect and also a Daoist, Guanglingzi must have some understanding of the Chaoyuan Sword Qi.

"Little poisoner, how dare you call me that?"

Zeng Anmin glanced at him and said:

"This is my cousin."

……

The playful expression on Guanglingzi's face came to an abrupt halt.

An awkward expression then appeared on his face.

"So it was one of our own."

He rolled up his sleeve and gently wiped away non-existent sweat from his face.

"That's easy to say..."

See this scene.

My cousin's face froze.

Her mouth was slightly open, and the pupils in her eyes were somewhat unfocused.

I can't believe what's happening right in front of me...

This……

This is……

The old demon of the Talisman Sect actually showed remorse towards a junior like him?
Wasn't it said that the old demon of the Fu Sect was a ruthless and heinous villain who killed without blinking an eye?
"Cousin?"

Looking at his cousin's blank face, Zeng Anmin unconsciously curled his lips into a smile:
"how?"

Zeng Rongyu was in turmoil.

She snapped out of her daze and looked toward the phantom of Guanglingzi.

Her fair hands gripped Tiger's clothes tightly.

Clearly, she was completely unprepared to suddenly encounter the legendary demon from the Sword Sect.

Guanglingzi stood with one hand behind his back, his face calm, using the power of his divine soul to make his clothes flutter.

A voice, seemingly emanating from a master, drifted into Zeng Rongyu's ears:

"The Chaoyuan Sword Qi was casually bestowed upon the Dao Ancestor by him on Qiyun Peak before his ascension to immortality."

"This sword energy is the most yang and strongest energy in the world."

"Only when a cultivator of the second rank or above, wielding the most yin and gentle treasure in the world, infuses you with extremely yin energy, allowing it to circulate throughout your meridians, can you be fully healed."

……

"A second-grade cultivator..."

"The ultimate treasure of yin and softness..."

Zeng Shilin looked at Guanglingzi with a gloomy expression:
"A second-grade cultivator is sufficient for me."

"But where can one find such a treasure that is both supremely yin and supremely gentle?"

"Moreover, my niece only has one day left to live. Even if we find her, her body will have turned to ashes."

Zeng Anmin's heart sank slowly.

He hadn't expected the conditions to be so harsh.

There are fewer than two hands' worth of second-rank cultivators in the entire world.

If an ordinary cultivator encountered this situation, even if they knew the solution, they would have no way to overcome it.

"I know of one such supreme treasure, one that is both extremely yin and extremely soft, and I live very close to it." The Sect Master of the Fu Sect, Guanglingzi, looked at Zeng Shilin with a deep gaze.
"But if you want me to tell you, you must agree to one condition."

"You still dare to negotiate?" Zeng Anmin's eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp glint flashing in them:

"Don't forget, your life and death are in my hands..."

Guanglingzi sighed helplessly: "If you were to use that extremely yin and soft treasure, I would lose half of my life, which would be almost the same as being dead."

The father and son sensed a sense of resignation in his words.

"Tell me your conditions first."

Zeng Shilin looked at him expressionlessly.

Guanglingzi's expression was solemn. He looked at Zeng Shilin, then at Zeng Anmin, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes. He pointed at Zeng Anmin:

"I want Zeng Xiaoyou..."

"Establish a nation!"

Just two short words.

Zeng Anmin, Zeng Shilin, and Zeng Rongyu all paused in their breathing.

They never expected that Guanglingzi would say something so explosive.

"absurd."

Zeng Shilin's voice turned extremely cold: "My father and I are both loyal and willing to fight to the death for the Great Holy Dynasty."

……

"Young friend Zeng, I wonder if anyone has ever told you this before."

Guanglingzi looked at Zeng Anmin seriously: "You have the appearance of a ruler of the world."

……

Zeng Anmin's heart skipped a beat.

Someone actually said that to him.

The eastern part of Jiang Kingdom is Cang.

Master Hongji of Buddhism.

Now another Guanglingzi has appeared...

"Tell me first, why do you want me to establish a nation?"

After a moment, Zeng Anmin calmed himself down and looked at Guanglingzi.

Guanglingzi took a deep breath: "Under the Way of Heaven, fate is divided into two kinds."

"The fate of the nation rests on its shoulders."

"Secondly, it refers to fortune and destiny."

"The fortune is passed down from the ancient times when the religion was established. Those who obtain great fortune can ensure the prosperity of their descendants. The reason why the demon race was able to suppress the human race in the past was because the demon emperor of the demon race at that time understood the way of fortune."

"But after the Confucian school produced a sage, it modified the laws of heaven and earth. Although this action cut off the fate of the demon race, it also caused later generations to lose this path of cultivation."

"So only one thing remains: the fate of the nation." Guanglingzi's gaze fell upon Zeng Anmin:
"The only one who can establish a nation is the ruler of all under heaven."

"There are many different opinions about the fate of a nation. In my humble opinion, the fate of us cultivators is a blessing from the Dao, ensuring prosperity for future generations."

"The national destiny is like a sharp sword, which is bestowed upon cultivators, making them fearless of any strange methods, and it also greatly enhances the cultivation path of those who are endowed with the national destiny."

“If young friend Zeng were to establish a nation one day, then my Taoist sect, Fu Zong, would have to rely on the nation’s destiny.”

Guanglingzi's gaze was fixed on Zeng Anmin:
"I wonder if young friend Zeng can agree to this condition?"

To establish a nation.

The fate of the nation.

Zeng Anmin's eyes were somewhat deep and unfathomable.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the rising sun.

A seed was planted deep in his heart.

If only one person said so, he would still be skeptical.

He might be skeptical if the two of them say that.

But all three of them said the same thing...

"Could it be that I am truly destined to be the ruler of the world?"

Zeng Anmin subconsciously stroked his chin and began to ponder:

"How does dependence work?"

Hear this answer.

Guanglingzi's eyes lit up slightly.

He then quickly bowed to Zeng Anmin and said:

"If young friend Zeng succeeds in establishing a nation, all that is needed is an imperial edict, and I will have the means to borrow the nation's fortune for myself."

"Oh."

Zeng Anmin looked up at his father.

At this moment, the old man's face was somewhat gloomy, and his eyes flickered.

I have no idea what he's thinking.

"Alright, saving my cousin is the priority."

"Good!" Upon hearing Zeng Anmin's reply, Fu Zong Guanglingzi's face lit up with joy, and then he slowly looked towards Zeng Shilin:
"Duke of Qi, let's begin."

As he spoke, he floated to his cousin's side.

Looking down at her cousin.

See this scene.

Zeng Shilin came to his senses, a look of bewilderment on his face.

Zeng Rongyu also didn't understand what the sect leader of the Fu Sect meant by this.

"The most precious treasure in the world, the most yin and the most gentle, is my divine soul."

"The so-called ultimate yin and ultimate softness, nothing is more suitable than the spiritual power of a second-grade Dao cultivator."

Then the voice of the sect leader of the Fu Sect rang out.

Several people suddenly realized.

"No, what will happen to you if I use your divine power? Won't you die?"

Zeng Anmin looked at the sect leader of the Fu Sect with a surprised expression.

"Fortune favors the bold." Guanglingzi's eyes gleamed with madness.

"The power of the divine soul is gone, but you can cultivate again."

"But once the opportunity to determine the fate of the nation is lost, it will never come again."

You are awesome.

Zeng Anmin gave him a thumbs up.

"In that case, let's begin."

"Ah."

Zeng Shilin then came to his cousin's side. He expressionlessly reached out and placed his hand on Guanglingzi's shoulder.

"How exactly should it be done?"

Guanglingzi said, "Use your righteous energy to guide my spiritual power into her body."

"it is good!"

…………

As the room shimmered with golden light.

Zeng Anmin looked at Guanglingzi, whose face was full of pain.

Then I looked at my father's solemn face and the gradually fading pallor on my cousin's face.

He stood there, somewhat dazed.

One thought just wouldn't go away from my mind.

"Establishing a nation".

"To become the ruler of all under heaven?"

Unknowingly.

A sharp, piercing glint lingered in his eyes.

That's something called ambition.

"If I could truly become the ruler of this world..."

"Then..."

Zeng Anmin inexplicably recalled that pure figure from his time at the Water Supervisor Academy.

And the old woman who hanged herself from the roof beam.

His fists were clenched tightly together.

"The world needs red."

"We need... a spark."

His voice murmured softly.

"Boom!!!"

In the sea of ​​consciousness.

A surge of righteous energy, raging fiercely!

The Confucian and Taoist aura emanating from him was also gradually increasing without his realizing it!

Feel this change

A look of astonishment flashed in Zeng Anmin's eyes as he immersed himself in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The surging, righteous energy, each wisp of gold, shone like starlight in the night sky!

"The Great Question of the Heart?!"

"I'm about to... break through to the third rank?!"

(End of this chapter)