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Chapter 13 - Don't Come Any Closer!
Chapter 13: Don’t Come Any Closer!
Literary energy infusion!!!
Everyone was dumbfounded, shocked by this scene.
Many years ago, when Confucianism was flourishing, literary energy infusion was an extremely rare occurrence.
Later, with the decline of Confucianism, literary energy infusion became a legend.
Many people privately believed that such a situation was no longer possible.
But looking at the beam of light descending from the sky, so pure and vast with literary energy, what else could it be besides literary energy infusion?
“This child is really lucky, but it’s a pity, it’s a pity…”
People were envious and lamented.
They were envious, not jealous.
It’s simple to evaluate a Confucian disciple, just look at two aspects.
One was moral character.
Ye Ning was unparalleled in loyalty and righteousness, and his moral character was impeccable.
The other was literary talent.
Ye Ning frequently uttered golden phrases and could even write timeless lines like “Who in this world can escape death? Leave behind a dauntless heart to illuminate history!.”
He could definitely be considered remarkably talented.
Such a person could no longer be regarded as an ordinary scholar.
He was a national scholar!
A peerless national scholar noticed by the sages should be rewarded accordingly, and it couldn’t be more appropriate.
With the arrival of literary energy infusion, the invisible shackles in the palace briefly loosened, and the people in the hall finally noticed the situation outside.
“The golden sound resounds, the projection of the sages, the classics resonate together… triple anomaly, rare in ancient and modern times!” People murmured to themselves.
It’s a pity that Ye Ning was born in the wrong era. If it were in the past, with today’s literary energy infusion, he would eventually become a great Confucian.
It’s really a pity.
But no one knew that Ye Ning, favored by the sages, was now in a state of collapse.
Don’t come any closer!!!
He shouted inwardly.
Am I sick?
Am I sick!
I just recited a couple of poems, is it necessary to make such a big fuss?
Is there something wrong with reciting poems?
Is there?
Why should I be treated like this?
Feeling the majestic literary energy pouring into his body, Ye Ning felt nothing but sorrow in his heart.
He was gradually becoming powerful.
But he didn’t want it at all.
Because as soon as he died, he would immediately become the Heavenly Emperor.
That’s the Heavenly Emperor!
I don’t need to make any effort. I can reach the pinnacle! But things were no longer under his control.
As literary energy surged into his body, voices of the sages echoed in Ye Ning’s mind.
Boom!
It felt like a chaos was shattered in his mind.
Ye Ning’s whole being was elevated.
His spirit rose to an unprecedented level.
“The literary gall bladder is formed!”
People sighed.
To achieve great success in Confucianism, one must first condense the literary gall bladder.
The literary gall bladder was like the golden core of a cultivator, the source of a Confucian’s power.
To cultivate the literary gall bladder was by no means an easy task.
In some ways, Confucianism was more difficult than cultivation.
After all, cultivation only pursued power.
But Confucianism required internal cultivation of moral character and external cultivation of literary energy.
To cultivate the magnanimous spirit was even more difficult.
A hypocritical person would never possess the magnanimous spirit.
Nothing demonstrated a person’s character better than the magnanimous spirit.
With the infusion of literary energy, Ye Ning skipped decades of arduous cultivation.
He cultivated the literary gall bladder, and the literary energy in his body seemed to have found its place, surging in.
As a result, his aura became even stronger.
This kind of strength made the emperor cheer and Ye Ning shed tears.
I… I really don’t want this!
Ye Ning placed all his hopes on He Yuan.
“It’s up to you, warrior, kill me!”
He Yuan thought the same. “This child can be called a monster. He triggered anomalies and received literary energy infusion under the current circumstances. If he continues to grow, he will probably become a major threat to the Immortal Sect. I must kill him!”
He was determined.
Originally, he had intended to kill. But now, he had an even stronger determination.
Even if it meant mutual destruction, he must kill this monster!
He was so decisive.
He rushed forward courageously.
And then…
Like a kite with a broken string, he was thrown backward.
Obviously, the literary energy infusion was led by the projection of the sages.
This ritual could be understood as the sages of ancient times mentoring their descendants.
Even though they were not physically present, only spiritual imprints, they were not something an ordinary person could contend with.
What would happen when He Yuan, like a mad dog, rushed forward while the sages of ancient times were mentoring their descendants?
The result was self-evident.
He spat three mouthfuls of blood, staining the jade steps red.
His body, like a torn sack, slammed heavily into the pillar of the Golden Luang Palace, then, with a bang, fell down.
He looked disheveled, covered in blood and with a pale face.
It was obvious that the situation was not good.
Sss!
Countless people gasped in shock.
This scene was too absurd to watch.
They thought Ye Ning would be the one to die, but it turned out that the high and mighty Immortal fell down.
Looking at his appearance, it was uncertain whether he could survive.
Everyone looked at Ye Ning as if they had seen a ghost.
This child was truly terrifying!
He played to death a true immortal without even lifting a finger.
However, Ye Ning was at a loss. Looking at the miserable He Yuan, he felt anxious.
“Don’t, you can’t fall down! If you fall, who will kill me?” He thought in his heart, and his words came out of his mouth.
“Come and kill me quickly!” He was sincere.
But to He Yuan, the taste of sarcasm was too heavy.
“You!” He raised his finger and pointed at Ye Ning.
Then his head tilted, and he breathed his last.
Ah, this…