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

Chapter 397 Shocks the Entire Audience!

The boundless crimson aura reflected the colors of the setting sun onto the clouds in the sky.

The sky seemed to be burning, and the reflected light shone on people's faces, presenting a strange sense of redemption.

Among the clouds.

Zeng Anmin was surrounded by golden light.

It was this golden light that gave him the ability to fly.

Clearly, this golden light came from Zeng Shilin.

Zeng Anmin, an extreme Confucian scholar and a fourth-rank martial artist, clearly does not possess the ability to fly.

Zeng Anmin's righteous spirit shone crimson, blocking the sky full of sword light.

Coupled with the golden aura surrounding him, he was like a war god among men, peerless and independent!
His phoenix eyes were extremely handsome, but at this moment they looked down upon all living beings.

The moment I saw him appear.

The entire square fell silent.

Everyone stared at him in disbelief.

"Zeng Anmin??"

Among the officials, Qin Shouchang was somewhat stunned: "How did he fly up there?"

"It's the old man."

Zeng Shilin's figure slowly appeared. He first came before Emperor Jianhong and gave a slight bow:
"Your Majesty, I was delayed by some matters at home and am late. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

Emperor Jianhong looked at him with a smile and waved his hand:

"It's alright, Lord Wenqing, please take a seat."

As he spoke, he glanced at Si Zhongxiao indifferently.

Si Zhongxiao understood and quickly stepped aside, bowing and saying, "Please, Lord Wenqing."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Zeng Shilin slowly walked to the only empty seat and sat down. As he passed Emperor Jianhong, a sharp glint appeared in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

Facing the officials' puzzled expressions, he brushed the dust off his legs and patiently explained:
"My son has some connections with Master Hongji of Fa'an Temple."

"I'm here to lend a hand, not to meddle in other people's business."

"Oh?"

Everyone was taken aback by these words.

Qin Shoucheng was also somewhat bewildered.

Aren't you... a Confucian scholar?
Allowing his son to have connections with Buddhist people?
This...isn't something wrong?
Faced with these puzzled expressions, Zeng Shilin didn't bother to explain, and simply looked up at the sky indifferently:
"Just look at it."

Upon hearing his words, Qin Wanyue's expression became somewhat dazed.

She looked up at the brilliant golden light in the sky.

The corners of his mouth turned up little by little.

“Zeng Lang”.

Her voice was soft.

However, many of the officials present were highly skilled in martial arts.

The princess narrowed her eyes slightly.

She subtly glanced at Qin Wanyue out of the corner of her eye.

She thought of the warmth of Zeng Anmin holding her in his arms in her palace a few days ago.

A strange sense of unease welled up inside me.

"Whoo~"

After taking a deep breath, the princess looked up and gazed calmly at Zeng Anmin in the air.

…………

At this moment, Zeng Anmin was immersing himself in a public display of divine power.

Suddenly I felt a chill down my spine.

He frowned and looked down.

He met the princess's sharp and aggressive gaze.

"Uh……"

"Cough cough."

He pretended not to see it and looked up at Master Hongji's figure.

At this moment, Master Hongji was covered in blood.

But his face still radiated kindness.

Eyes facing each other.

Master Hongji looked at Zeng Anmin with a kind expression:
"Benefactor Zeng, you've arrived?"

As he opened his mouth, blood began to seep from the corner of his lips.

“Abbot Hongji, this junior will escort you down.”

“If it weren’t for saving me a few days ago, you wouldn’t be suffering this calamity today.”

A deep sense of guilt appeared on Zeng Anmin's face.

“No need.” Hongji shook his head, glancing at Zeng Anmin:

"This tribulation is one that this humble monk must endure."

"If I perish as a result of this calamity, I beg you to take care of Yingchen on my behalf."

At this point, he turned to look at Yingchen below and softly uttered a Buddhist chant:
"In this way, the karma between you and me can be resolved."

“No.” Zeng Anmin’s gaze was firm: “I will not stand by and watch you die.”

Hongji paused for a moment, a hint of warmth appearing on his kind face.

He chuckled softly and looked up at the final nine steps of the heavenly ladder:
"Does the benefactor believe that this humble monk climbed this heavenly ladder solely to rectify the Buddha's name?"

Upon hearing this question, Zeng Anmin frowned slightly.

He didn't speak, but waited quietly for Master Hongji to continue.

"The Daoist sect has never been the Daoist sect of our human race, but the Daoist sect of Heaven."

"If no one climbs to the top of this ladder today, the Taoist sect will surely gain power and prosperity by taking advantage of today's fame."

"And my human race, people will cease to be people, and our nation will cease to be a nation..."

……

Upon hearing this, Zeng Anmin was startled.

He looked sharply toward the Heavenly Ladder.

His face was filled with unwavering determination.

"Then I will be the one to climb to the top of this ladder to heaven today!"

Anyway, I can't stand to see you die.

His voice was extremely solemn: "I, Zeng Anmin, will never forget the life-saving grace of the corrupting influence!"

After he finished speaking, a crimson light slowly appeared on his body.

That touch of crimson was dazzling.

A crimson aura of righteousness.

Upon seeing the crimson color, Master Hongji was stunned.

He carefully examined Zeng Anmin.

Subconsciously, he gently reached out his hand.

When his fingers touched the crimson aura surrounding Zeng Namin, Zeng Namin's body jerked violently.

Then his pupils contracted slightly!
"Benefactor...this righteous energy...has become so profound!"

Then, he slowly raised his head and stared intently at Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin was unaware of the changes in his heart; he simply stared intently at him, repeating what he had just said:

"Let this junior climb to the top of this heavenly ladder today."

I thought I would have to persuade them again.

Unexpectedly, Master Hongji smiled slightly, then looked at Zeng Anmin and nodded with satisfaction:

"it is good."

what?
Zeng Anmin was somewhat stunned.

But then Master Hongji had already extended his hand from the illusory shadow of the steps and the wall:

"Then let the benefactor understand the cause and effect."

"Ok!"

Zeng Anmin reacted quickly. With a slight thought, he controlled the golden light that his father had cast on him and made it float to Master Hongji's hand.

He reached out and pulled her into his arms, preparing to get down.

"Hongji, once you step down the Heavenly Ladder, you are admitting defeat!"

From within the clouds, the arrogant voice of Daoist Jiyuan rang out.

"Amitabha."

Hongji was being held up by Zeng Anmin and suspended in the air. He looked in the direction where Jiyuan had spoken.

There was nothingness and clouds there, the interface between the clouds and their successors.

"Although this humble monk has descended the steps, others have ascended them for him!"

"Him?!"

Ji Yuan scoffed.

He had naturally heard the conversation between Zeng Anmin and Hongji.

"Just because of him."

Hongji's smile was strained.

"Very well! If he doesn't reach the end either, then I will take your Buddhist fortune with me today!"

…………

"what happened??"

"How did Zeng Anmin manage to accept the master's offer?"

"Doesn't that mean Buddhism is admitting defeat to Taoism?"

"No! Look, Zeng Anmin is climbing the ladder!!"

"ah?!!"

"Has he gone mad?! He's a genius of Confucianism and Taoism! If this Heavenly Ladder has clouded his judgment, his Confucian and Taoist cultivation will be ruined!!"

"Kwon-fu! Get down here!!"

The last sentence was shouted by the chubby prince.

After he saw Zeng Anmin climb the ladder, he felt a chill run down his spine.

"The Heavenly Ladder for Second-Rank Dao Cultivators isn't so easy to climb!!" ...

The princess's expression also changed, her eyes fixed on the figure who had already stepped onto the first step.

Beneath her sleeves, her fair hands were gripping her clothes tightly, veins bulging.
"What are you doing……"

She couldn't understand Zeng Anmin's meaning.

Qin Wanyue was also stunned. She opened her mouth in disbelief, and then suddenly became anxious and tried to get up and go to the center of the field.

"return!"

Zeng Shilin was the first to notice his future daughter-in-law's actions. His expression turned serious, and he casually waved a golden light, blocking Qin Wanyue in place.

"Uncle Zeng!"

Qin Wanyue was bound by the golden light, but she stubbornly pursed her lips and asked, "Aren't you worried about Quan Fu?"

Zeng Shilin's expression was gloomy. He looked at Zeng Anmin, who had already climbed the second step, and then lowered his head to Qin Wanyue and said:
"It's alright."

"I believe him."

……

When Emperor Jianhong saw this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Your Majesty, this... should this servant still intervene?"

Si Zhongxiao hesitated for a moment, then bent down and whispered in Emperor Jianhong's ear, asking a question.

"hold on."

Emperor Jianhong's brows furrowed tightly.

He looked at the crimson light that was rising from Zeng Anmin's body.

I don't know why, but I feel a little depressed.

This is an emotion I haven't felt in years.

"Ah."

…………

Zeng Anmin was on the second set of steps at this time.

As he listened to the low chanting of "Amitabha Buddha" in his ears, a hint of mockery appeared on his face:
"That's it?"

"That's all the power you've got??"

"clatter!"

He stepped onto the third step with exceptional ease.

Then came the fourth, the fifth...

He strolled leisurely.

He would even occasionally smile and bow his head, waving to the people in the audience.

……

"He seems... relaxed..."

I wonder how many people were stunned by this scene.

Just now, Yinghui and the abbot of the Buddhist sect climbed this staircase.

Both of them were on high alert, their faces extremely solemn...

It's definitely not as easy as Zeng Anmin is doing now!
"What...what's going on??"

At this moment, Zeng Anmin had already stepped onto the thirtieth step.

He continued to stroll leisurely as always.

He still had a relaxed smile on his face.

"He stopped!!"

Someone with sharp eyes suddenly shouted it out!
"As expected, it wasn't as easy for him as I'd imagined!"

……

Zeng Anmin's gaze was somewhat shocked.

While walking past a strange picture and text.

Illusions appeared in his eyes.

He could see an extremely magnificent sight!
In ancient times, the land was vast and rich in resources, teeming with all sorts of rare and exotic animals.

What is now unfolding before him is the scene of the Dao Ancestor incarnated as the Daoist sect!
Daozu!

One of the Five Ancestral Gods!

Although it was just an illusion, it was incredibly shocking to see!

"By the will of Heaven, today I will transform my Daoist sect to mend the ways of Heaven!!"

That authoritative voice, that aloof demeanor…

The deity of the Taoist Ancestor was truly captivating in Zeng Anmin's eyes!
After the hallucination ended, Zeng Anmin's face lit up with interest: "It's great to have a free movie to watch..."

Sure enough, when his gaze swept to the fortieth step, he saw another strange image.

"besides!!"

His eyes lit up slightly, and then he took two steps in three and left at lightning speed.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the diagram on the fortieth step.

……

The entire hall fell silent!
Everyone was stunned.

"He... just... it seems like he... ran there???"

"No... what on earth is going on??"

"Didn't he start to struggle at level 30?"

"You fucking ask me?! Who the hell am I supposed to ask?!"

"Straight bitch!"

"........."

People have gone mad.

The first to go mad was Abbot Hongji.

The kind expression on his face had vanished.

Instead, there was stagnation.

Utterly lifeless.

His hand froze in mid-air.

His eyes were vacant as he stared in Zeng Anmin's direction, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but he ignored it.

"When the thirtieth step crosses the fortieth step, the illusion of the Dao Ancestor transforming into the Daoist sect appears in the middle..."

"Most people who see this scene would be completely overwhelmed by the power of the Dao Ancestor... It was only because of my unwavering Buddhist heart that I was able to regain my senses..."

"Why...why didn't he even stop?? And he just..."

The old monk thought for a long time and came up with the word "jump".

Yes! Zeng Anmin just dashed over there!!

At this moment, the old monk's mouth was frozen.

But inside, a silent roar was raging.

……

Zeng Anmin paid no attention to the noises made by the people below the square.

He was just staring at the illusion on the fortieth step.

In the illusion, there were three graceful young men.

One man carried a sword on his back, and with that sword, he once cleaved through the Tianshan Mountains!

A person holding a talisman used it to mend the cracks in the Heavenly Dao!

A person spreads their arms wide, as if performing Tai Chi in the air, sweeping away all demons and monsters!

"Is this the founder of the Sword Sect, the Talisman Sect, and the Qi Sect?"

Zeng Anmin observed carefully, feeling as if he were watching a movie, and exclaimed:

"If this were the entrance animation for a certain class in a game from my past life, that class would definitely be a favorite among players!"

For no other reason than that these three patriarchs were indeed handsome.

Zeng Anmin began his commentary:
"The guy carrying the sword looks a bit expressionless."

"The person who took the talisman is just as eccentric as Guanglingzi."

“This Qi Sect…” Zeng Anmin felt that the man looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place him.

"Have I not met the sect leader of the Qi Sect before?"

"That can't be right... Didn't the Qi Sect disappear after the Daoist sects split into three?"

Zeng Anmin watched the illusion disappear with lingering interest.

I felt a little reluctant to part with it.

I glanced down at the cheat code panel.

[Unyielding Martial God: Immune to all divine and mental attacks.]

This entry is now shining like a light bulb.

Clearly, it had protected itself very well.

"If it weren't for it, I probably would have wanted to join the Daoist sect as soon as I saw the Dao Ancestor incarnate as a Daoist."

Zeng Anmin stroked his chin, then pondered, "These illusions are useless to me, but they have greatly broadened my horizons. I now have a general understanding of the scenes of ancient times."

There should be more ahead!

Thinking of this, Zeng Anmin couldn't wait any longer!

His eyes shone brightly as he looked ahead.

"Set off!!"

"The next battle!"

……

In the entire square, even breathing was an extreme luxury.

Everyone stared blankly at Zeng Anmin.

Watching him, jumping up and down...

Everyone else is fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two...

He is fifty, sixty, seventy...

He has now reached the hundredth step.