Lu Zi was dead.
He was directly subdued and killed by Xu Qingnian with a Zhen Di Power Battle Spear.
This was a scene that everyone could not believe.
If it were said that a first-grade powerhouse had struck and killed a sub-saint, they would not have been so shocked.
Xu Qingnian was a third-grade Half-Saint, and killing a Sub-Saint would be met with heaven’s wrath, and great bad luck would befall him.
To put it simply, Xu Qingnian could not kill a saint, even if he insulted a saint, killing a sub-saint would provoke a heavenly calamity.
The Great Wei Palace of Literature.
As Lu Zi fell, his Saint’s blood spilled into the Palace of Literature, which was quietly absorbed by the Palace before erupting into an infinite amount of light.
The entire Palace of Literature rumbled.
It was ten times louder than before.
Holy blood staining the Palace of Literature was something that had never happened before.
A Wen Palace stained with blood was already a big deal, let alone a sub-saint being killed by Xu Qingnian.
Boom.
A shocking thunderstorm cut through the sky, accompanied by a terrifying sound of wind that howled like a howl, and a downpour of rain instantly fell.
“This is the heavens crying.”
“A sub-sage has fallen, and heaven and earth are crying.”
“A sub-saint has died, this is something that hasn’t happened in 500 years, not to mention sub-saints, not even half-saints have ever fallen like this, Xu Qingnian ……. It is really the world’s most fierce person.”
The people of the world were shocked, and the gazes of many great powers fell on Xu Qingnian in unison.
They began to weigh in their minds whether this person Xu Qingnian was suitable for contact.
After today, Xu Qingnian’s fame was known throughout the world. Although Xu Qingnian was known before, the difference was that Xu Qingnian’s fame, no matter how big it was, was only a matter of making some noise in Great Wei’s Kyoto.
But now it was different, a Confucian half-saint, a martial arts king, and a sub-saint beheading.
Especially the killing of a sub-saint, this matter is enough to make Xu Qingnian’s reputation.
Not to mention sub-saints.
But the vision also appeared at this moment.
The Great Wei Palace of Literature erupted into an infinite amount of light, a terrifying radiance blooming and dazzling.
Holy blood poured into the Palace of Literature.
Irresistible power emerged, and the entire Palace of Literature was truly detaching itself at this moment.
With the addition of the Holy Blood, it was as if the Palace of Literature had activated some sort of restriction, and the energy that burst forth was simply unstoppable.
“It’s holy intent.”
“Xu Sheng, don’t stay here, hurry back, this is Holy Intent activation.”
At this moment, Chen Zhengru’s voice rang out as he informed Xu Qingnian to leave quickly and not stay long, the Holy Intent was activated.
And with these words, Xu Qingnian detached himself directly from the Great Wei Palace of Literature with little to no nonsense.
At the same time, however, there were some great scholars who followed suit and left as well.
It was Chen Xin and the others, who walked out of the Palace of Literature, unwilling to follow them there.
“Xu Qingnian! I will not rest until I die with you!”
Just at this moment, a terrifying voice rang out, but the voice rang out, causing many people to be stunned.
This was because the voice, was that of Lu Zi.
“Lu Zi isn’t dead yet?”
“How is he still alive?”
“This can’t be… Does Confucius have a secret method? Can he survive?”
“How can he still be alive when his head has exploded?”
The people exclaimed in shock, they just couldn’t believe it, why was Lu Zi still not completely dead?
Looking at the radiant Great Wei Palace of Literature, Xu Qingnian also revealed a look of surprise, Lu Zi had been killed by himself, this was an unchangeable fact, but why was his voice still there?
“It’s not Lu Zi’s real body, he’s already dead, this is his intention, the will of a sub-sage, the Palace of Literature was activated and his will was incorporated into it, but he’s already dead.”
Chen Xin’s voice rang out, his gaze calm as he looked at the Great Wei Palace of Literature and said so, explaining to the world.
“The will of a sub-sage?”
Xu Qingnian turned his gaze to it, a curious look still present.
“It is written in ancient texts that those who become sub-saints have a will that can survive for several years after death, and he has long since incorporated his will into the Palace of Literature, and can still live on for about three to five years.”
“Unless the Palace of Literature is destroyed, or a saint comes out of the world, then he can still survive in these three to five years, but in a different way.”
Chen Xin spoke slowly, informing Xu Qingnian why Lu Zi was still able to make a sound.
“In other words, he is already dead, nothing more than a remnant soul still alive?”
Xu Qingnian inquired.
“Back to Xu Sheng, yes.”
Chen Xin nodded and said, while Xu Qingnian also breathed a sigh of relief, if he had not completely killed Lu Zi, then what he had done was all for nothing.
Fortunately, he was dead, but it was the will that was still alive, in other words, Lu Zi’s role behind him would be nothing more than to command command and scold himself a few more times.
“Why did a force of holy will suddenly appear in the Palace of Literature?”
Xu Qingnian continued to ask, looking towards Great Confucian Chen Xin.
“In reply to Xu Sheng, the Palace of Literature is like this, I think it is because it is stained with holy blood, back then, after Zhu Sheng pa*sed away, he was worried about the demons in the world disrupting the world, so he left the holy will in the Great Wei Palace of Literature, if the Palace of Literature is stained with holy blood, the Great Wei Palace of Literature will automatically revive the holy will and no one can stop it.”
“If the two First Cla*ses were here, they might be able to delay for a while, but they would not be able to truly stop the Palace of Literature from detaching.”
Chen Xin was not entirely sure, this was his speculation, but it was justified.
When this was said, Xu Qingnian could not help but frown slightly.
Dyeing holy blood? This strong disengagement from the Palace of Literature inexplicably gave itself an indefinable feeling.
Only Xu Qingnian didn’t think much more about it.
It was because he sensed an inexplicable force, above the vault of the sky, giving himself oppression, a feeling that only he alone felt, and no one else had any unusual changes.
“Xu Qingnian!”
“You are treacherous, slaughtering saints, do you know what heinous crime you have committed?”
“Between heaven and earth, a scholar can cause the Yang power to increase and suppress the demons in the world; by killing the old man, you will make endless more demons in the world.”
“Indirectly, you will kill hundreds of millions of people, and you will bear the karma of all this.”
“Although I am dead, I am not afraid of death. I am concerned about the world and I cannot bear to see the world suffer.”
“Today, I will invoke the power of heaven and earth to bring down great doom on you and make you suffer to pay for this supreme karma.”
Lu Zi’s voice rang out, and in his words he baked himself into a true saint-like figure, with his heart set on the world’s living creatures, saying that he had no fear of death, yet in the square, he acted terrified.
Now that it’s a foregone conclusion, yet he’s saying something so grand, is this a saint?
What a ridiculous thing to say.
Even if he dies, he still wants to bite off a piece of his own flesh, he is really ruthless.
Xu Qingnian originally thought that when a person died, he would feel guilty for what he had done in his life, but what he did not expect was that a person like Lu Zi would be so vicious even after death.
But vaguely, Xu Qingnian felt that there was something wrong, something that somehow did not make sense.
Lu Zi was indeed dead, his will was still there, and when all was said and done, it was not really dead through.
There would always be hidden dangers.
And at that moment, Chen Zhengru’s voice rang out.
“Luzi!”
“As a sub-saint, you have repeatedly sought trouble with Xu Sheng, not to mention that you are now dead.”
“But you still want to harm Xu Sheng, you claim to be for the people of the world, but now that you have harmed Xu Sheng, there is one less half-saint in the world, is this not another harm to the people of the world?”
“If you really care about the people, then you should put aside all your hatred. If Lu Zi really does so, this Confucian scholar will definitely set up a holy statue in Great Wei to praise your merits.
Chen Zhengru smiled coldly and spoke.
Lu Zi kept saying that he was not afraid of death, but that after his death, his Yang power would be reduced and the demons in the world would be in turmoil, but now he wanted to kill Xu Qingnian, wasn’t that a contradiction?
You like to pretend to be a saint, don’t you? Fine, I’ll give you the chance to pretend to be a saint, put aside your hatred and set up a holy statue for you, so that the people can praise your merits, okay?
Indeed, with these words of Chen Zhengru, the Great Wei Palace of Literature became somewhat quiet.
For a moment, Lu Zi did not really know what to say.
Xu Qingnian could not help but look in Chen Zhengru’s direction.
As expected of an old ginger, this linguistic logic played powerfully.
“Humph!”
“If Xu Qingnian was truly a true half-saint, the old man would be willing to sacrifice himself to save others.”
“But Xu Qingnian cultivates foreign arts, his heart is punishable, how could such a person be spared by the old man?”
“Xu Qingnian, you have slaughtered a saint, a great doom is coming, even if you don’t die, you won’t be able to live well.”
“The Wen Palace is breaking away today, you can’t stop it, and in the days to come, you will know what true suffering means.”
“Moreover, it won’t be long before we invite the will of the Vermillion Saint to revive, when the Vermillion Saint descends, you will have no place to die and no chance to even beg for mercy.”
Lu Zi’s voice rang out.
Once again, he pulled out a foreign art to bash Xu Qingnian.
It was clear that he wanted to throw dirty water on Xu Qingnian, and at this moment, Chen Xin’s voice rang out.
“Otherworldly arts, otherworldly arts, otherworldly arts again?”
“Don’t you have any other new words?”
“You say that Xu Sheng cultivates foreign arts, at first I believed it, but the Great Confucian of Heaven and Earth could not find out, nor could the half-saints, Xu Sheng testified to himself at the Great Wei Palace of Literature, and Zhu Sheng’s intention could not even be found out.”
“In the end, the two sacred weapons could not find out that Xu Sheng practiced a different art, and now he is saying that the different art, wanting to plant evidence, also needs to show evidence.”
“If Zhu Sheng is resurrected, I will definitely put you and the others to death.”
Chen Xin spoke up, he couldn’t help himself this time, again saying that Xu Qingnian practiced foreign arts, how many times had he said this? How many times had Xu Qingnian testified to himself?
He couldn’t figure out how long these people would keep their mouths shut.
“Traitor! Shut up!”
“We are about to revive the will of the Vermilion Saint, when that time comes, whether or not he Xu Qingnian has cultivated a different art, you and the others will know with your eyes wide open.”
“Xu Qingnian, live well during this time, I hope you can live until the day the Vermilion Saint’s Will is revived.”
Lu Zi spoke indifferently and told Chen Xin to shut up, then his will formed a phantasmagoria and gazed coldly at Xu Qingnian.
Boom!
The Demon Subduing Force transformed into a golden battle spear, which was thrown by Xu Qingnian and exploded in the vault of the sky, directly blasting through the Dharma phase.
This was Xu Qingnian’s response.
However, after the Dharma phase shattered, it was instantly reunited again, and Lu Zi’s rampant laughter rang out.
“This is the will of this Saint, even if you blast it apart a hundred times, it will not clear the fact that you cultivate a foreign art.”
“Hahahahahahahahaha! Xu Qingnian, your heart is already in turmoil, half a month, a month, no more than three months at most, we will revive the will of the Vermillion Saint, and by then, you will surely die!”
Lu Zi was incomparably smug.
They seemed to have an even greater card to revive the Vermilion Saint.
“I’ll wait for you!”
Xu Qingnian spoke quietly, his expression was calm, but inwardly, he was very pleased.
Resurrecting the Vermilion Saint’s Intent?
If the Vermilion Saint’s Will were to be revived, Xu Qingnian really did not know what the scene would be like.
I think it would be wonderful.
However, it was true that the Great Wei Palace of Literature had disappeared into the sky.
It was inevitable that the Palace of Literature would break away, and the other side had already prepared for everything.
Even Xu Qingnian suspected that Lu Zi’s appearance seemed to be deliberate, that he had deliberately appeared and then deliberately died in his own hands.
It caused the Palace of Literature to be stained with holy blood, thus activating the power of the Vermilion Saint and carrying the Great Wei Palace of Literature away.
If that was indeed the case, then Lu Zi was truly a ruthless man.
He would rather sacrifice himself to make the Palace of Literature break away.
Although it is said that Lu Zi’s will is still alive, this kind of living is not any different from dying.
Unless …… he still had the means to truly resurrect himself.
But soon, Xu Qingnian shook his head, among the world, how could there be such a means?
If there was such a means, Zhu Sheng would not have pa*sed away.
Or even all the First Grade martial artists, they wouldn’t have died.
To die and come back to life is to change one’s fate against the heavens. If one can do this, what is there to fight for or not to fight for, to this extent, one is already a supreme being.
And there was one more thing, that is, when decapitating Lu Zi, Xu Qingnian clearly felt Lu Zi’s fear.
That fear was definitely not disguised, it was genuine fear.
In other words, Lu Zi did not want to die.
It should not be possible that he was actively sending himself to his death.
The Palace of Literature was detached.
A huge open space appeared in the middle of Great Wei’s Kyoto.
And at this moment, the dome of the sky was filled with dark clouds.
Lightning and thunder flashed.
That oppressive feeling came over Xu Qingnian, causing him to frown.
“Xu Sheng, this is a great doom, slaughtering sub-saints will indeed invite the wrath of the heavens, but Xu Sheng, using public opinion might be able to stop it.”
Chen Xin spoke up as he reminded Xu Qingnian what this was all about, while voicing his own guess that public opinion might be able to stop it.
Dark clouds stretched across the entire capital of Great Wei.
The dark clouds, flickering with thunder, looked terrifying and somewhat alarming to the eyes.
The terrifying sound of thunder rang out, deafening and looking somewhat terrifying.
This was great doom.
If you slaughter a saint, you will be condemned by the heavens.
Boom!
A shocking thunderstorm streaked across, a full ten thousand feet, as if it was the roar of heaven and earth.
The Great Dao was supreme.
Even though Xu Qingnian was favoured by the Heavenly Dao, slaughtering a saint was slaughtering a saint and was punished by Heaven’s wrath.
At this moment, everyone in Great Wei’s Kyoto was worried for Xu Qingnian, after all, this heavenly wrath was too terrifying, although people did not know how powerful it really was.
But what was clear was that it had been called Heaven’s Condemnation, so I guess it would not be too simple.
“It’s a thunder tribulation.”
Xu Qingnian sensed it, he was now a half-saint with heavenly skills and could understand what kind of tribulation it was.
“You should not come over, and there is no need for you to help, you will only affect it if you enter.”
Xu Qingnian spoke up, informing the crowd not to come forward.
This was a thunder tribulation, the simplest and most powerful tribulation.
As Xu Qingnian finished speaking, in the next moment, Xu Qingnian flew quickly towards the outside of the Great Wei Capital.
Having already reached the King’s Realm, Xu Qingnian could already manage to fly for a short time, and the power of the King’s Dao was extremely strong.
Outside of Kyoto.
In a large mountain.
Black clouds pressed down on the city and filled the sky overhead.
Rumble!
It was also at this moment that a thunderbolt cut through the sky and struck towards Xu Qingnian.
Buzz buzz buzz!
At the same time, beyond the dome of the sky, a beam of light appeared, extremely fast, above Xu Qingnian’s head.
“The Haoran Wen Zhong?”
“How did the Haoran Wen Zhong appear again?”
“I get it, the Haoran Wen Zhong has detached from the Great Wei Wen Palace, and it has recognized Xu Sheng as its master.”
“Hiss! Xu Sheng has gained the recognition of the Haoran Wen Zhong?”
People were surprised, they really did not expect that the Haoran Wen Zhong would recognize Xu Qingnian as its master, even Xu Qingnian did not expect it.
And indeed, the voice of Lu Zi came from the sky.
“Hao Ran Wen Zhong, how dare you betray the Vermillion Saint, when the Vermillion Saint recovers, you will not be spared either.”
Lu Zi’s voice rang out, full of anger.
The Vermilion Saint had left behind two holy artifacts, the Hao Ran Wen Zhong and the Eight Jade Holy Ruler, and another one that wasn’t really a holy artifact, but was more significant than a holy artifact: the Wen Palace.
Relying on these three items, the Zhu Sheng lineage had a notable heritage, and now with one less Saint Artifact, this was a fatal blow to the Palace of Literature.
Buzz buzz buzz!
As the thunder fell.
The Hao Ran Wen Zhong resisted the thunderstorm with great force, and the thunder arcs burst out. It was a good thing that Xu Qingnian had chosen a deserted mountain, otherwise it would have caused a great fire.
Looking at the Wen Zhong, Xu Qingnian was also a little surprised in his heart, he didn’t expect that the Haoran Wen Zhong would actually recognize its master.
This is really ……. Unexpected joy.
This is a holy weapon.
A priceless treasure that was extremely useful at critical moments.
Boom.
The second thunderstorm fell, still striking the Wen Zhong fiercely.
Xu Qingnian added his Hao Rang Qi into the Wen Zhong.
It blocked the thunderstorm.
At that moment, the third, fourth, fifth and sixth thunderbolts fell.
In one breath, nine lightning tribulations struck down.
The Hao Ran Wen Zhong trembled, the thunderclaps were too terrifying, and the dark clouds did not dissipate, and the heavenly power grew stronger and stronger.
There was a feeling that it would not stop coming down.
Inside Kyoto.
The Empress looked at the thunderstorm, and her voice rang out.
“Aiqing Xu, don’t use the Wen Zhong to resist, this thunder tribulation is the punishment of heaven and earth, using external objects to block it will only make heaven and earth even more angry.”
“There will be benefits from crossing this tribulation.”
The Empress spoke as she looked at the terrifying heavenly might and said so, informing Xu Qingnian that she could not use the Hao Ran Wen Zhong to block the thunder tribulation.
The meaning of the heavenly wrath was punishment, but if one survived it, all was fine; after all, this was also a ray of life left by heaven and earth.
It is impossible to say that killing a sub-saint will necessarily mean death, what if the sub-saint did indeed do wrong?
But the punishment should be punished. If one survives, Xu Qingnian will be benefited, but if one fails to survive, Xu Qingnian will be gone.
This is so straightforward.
After hearing the empress’ voice again, Xu Qingnian frowned slightly.
But soon, Xu Qingnian took a deep breath and slightly touched the Haoran Wen Zhong, the latter seemed to understand what Xu Qingnian meant and immediately flew above the Great Wei Kyoto, ready to be on guard.
Ka-ching.
The tenth thunderbolt fell.
For this thunderbolt, Xu Qingnian gathered his Demon Subduing Force and formed an ancient shield.
Boom.
The ancient shield exploded, but it blocked this thunderbolt.
Only the remaining thunder arcs fell, causing Xu Qingnian’s body to go numb.
This was the power of thunder, the most positive Yang power of heaven and earth, and it was not trivial.
Ka-ching.
As the second thunderbolt fell, Xu Qingnian once again gathered the Demon Subduing Force within his body to form an ancient shield.
However, the second thunderbolt was several times more powerful than the previous one.
It cracked the ancient shield on the spot.
The remaining thunderbolt struck directly at Xu Qingnian’s body.
The people of Kyoto, in an instant, clenched their fists and looked at Xu Qingnian, their eyes filled with worry.
Xu Qingnian’s body was paralysed and his mind went blank. Then, as the pain hit him, Xu Qingnian clenched his teeth and ran his Demon Subduing Force to stabilise his physical body.
This was too terrifying.
It was only the second thunderbolt and it had almost killed him.
There was no telling how many more thunderbolts would come after that.
No wonder his master had always discouraged him from killing the saints, the price was too high.
Ka-ching.
The third thunderbolt fell, not giving Xu Qingnian any chance at all.
Boom.
Once again, the Devil Subduing Force condensed the ancient shield, although it was no longer very useful, but to Xu Qingnian, it was a little bit to resist.
Boom.
The ancient shield directly shattered.
The lightning turned into a river of water, directly irrigating Xu Qingnian’s body from head to tail.
In an instant, Xu Qingnian’s flesh and skin split open, and his blood could not even flow out, directly turning into white smoke and dissipating.
Poof.
After the lightning dissipated, Xu Qingnian directly spat out a mouthful of golden blood, he had suffered an extremely serious injury.
His internal organs were directly necrotic, his tendons and bones were broken, his flesh was split open, and his hair and eyebrows were directly burnt away.
It was tragic.
Even more so, extremely tragic.
Xu Qingnian had never thought that this lightning tribulation would be so strong, it was only the third one.
If it was nine lightning tribulations, wouldn’t he have died for sure?
Ka-ching.
The fourth lightning tribulation fell.
Xu Qingnian didn’t even have the ability to operate his Demon Subduing Force.
This lightning tribulation, after landing, was a hundred feet long, like a waterfall, directly washing over Xu Qingnian’s flesh.
It was the scent.
The scent of his own flesh.
Xu Qingnian felt himself ripening to perfection.
His tendons and bones were broken one by one, his internal organs were shattered, and if he hadn’t reached the King Realm and had the power of the King’s Dao in his body, Xu Qingnian would have died on the spot.
“Hahahahahahahahaha!”
“Xu Qingnian, have you felt the pain of the power of Heaven’s wrath?”
“Slaughter the saints? Do you know why no one has dared to slaughter a saint in the past and present?”
“Those who slaughter saints will be condemned by the heavens, slaughter sub-saints and you will die without a burial place.”
At this moment, a voice rang out, but it was not Lu Zi’s voice anymore.
It was the voice of Hong Zhengtian.
He was nailed to the wall of the Palace of Literature while it flew towards the east, but the images of Great Wei’s Kyoto were still visible to them, and they were watching every moment.
Seeing Xu Qingnian in such a miserable state, Hong Zhengtian let out a loud laugh as he felt incomparably happy.
After all, he had been inhumanly tortured, wouldn’t it be a pleasure to see Xu Qingnian in this state?
“Shouren, don’t be afraid, let go of everything and accept the baptism, Brother Broken Evil and I will activate the Palace of Literature to bring you back to nirvana.”
Just at this moment, a voice rang out.
It was Chao Ge’s voice.
He had awakened and at a critical moment, informed Xu Qingnian to accept the lightning tribulation baptism and be reborn in nirvana.
Hearing this, Xu Qingnian completely put her heart down.
With Chao Ge and Broken Evil’s help, he had no fear of anything.
Boom!
The fourth thunder tribulation fell.
At this moment, Xu Qingnian was transformed into nothingness amidst the lightning light, his physical body directly disappearing as if he had been split into smoke and ash by the thunderstorm.
“Aiqing.”
In the middle of Kyoto, the Empress stared in disbelief as she watched all of this, and for a moment, she was a little dizzy, unable to bear the result.
“Shouren.”
Chen Zhengru, Wang Xinzhi, Gu Yan and the others also shouted in excitement at this moment, unable to believe all this.
They didn’t address Xu Sheng, because of their excitement, they directly addressed Shouren.
“Lord Xu.”
“Don’t.”
“Heaven and earth are unjust.”
Inside Kyoto, the people cried out, all of them clearly thinking that Xu Qingnian was completely dead, killed by the thunderstorm.
Everyone looked at Xu Qingnian in a daze.
At the Huaining Palace, Prince Huaining clenched his fists, his eyes filled with excitement.
If Xu Qingnian died, his plan could still be carried out. If Xu Qingnian hadn’t died, his half-life plan would have been in vain.
Although they had little contact with Xu Qingnian, they knew each other after all and had a good relationship with each other.
The Marquis of Ping Chaos’ residence.
Chen Xinghe clenched his fist, grief and anger, two lines of clear tears fell down, looking at Xu Qingnian and roaring reluctantly.
“Senior brother.”
He didn’t know what to say, his heart ached.
Yang Hu and the others howled even more, not only because Xu Qingnian was their pillar of support, but mainly because Xu Qingnian had been extremely good to them, and they naturally did not want to see this scene.
In the Peach Blossom Nunnery.
Luo Baiyi’s eyes were red and swollen. When Xu Qingnian’s skin was split open by the thunderbolt, her heart ached like a knife, and now when she saw this scene, Luo Baiyi fainted and she could not accept it.
All those who knew Xu Qingnian, or did not know Xu Qingnian, felt inexplicably heartbroken and unhappy at this moment, and the people were the most unhappy.
The people are the most unhappy. But this is the unhappiness of the people of Great Wei.
For the readers of the Zhu Sheng lineage, they let out a laugh when they saw this scene.
Suffering from the torment of the Sword of Junzi had made their lives worse than death, and now that they saw that Xu Qingnian had died, how could they not laugh?
If Xu Qingnian was still alive, they wouldn’t dare to shout, but now that he was dead, all sorts of voices rang out at once.
“Luzi is right, those who practise foreign arts are killed by the wrath of Heaven.”
“Right, Xu Qingnian cultivated the supernatural arts to become a saint, this is a pseudo-saint, normally, if Xu Qingnian had a clear conscience and did not cultivate the supernatural arts, this heavenly wrath would not have killed Xu Qingnian.”
“The reason he died under the thunder tribulation was definitely because he had cultivated a supernatural art.”
“To become a half-saint and slaughter a sub-saint? This kind of person is not worthy of death… If he were to become a sub-saint, would he still want to ma*sacre saints? A true saint?”
“It’s good to die, it’s good to die, it’s good to die, such a person, death is not enough.”
“The heavens have eyes, the heavens have eyes, Xu Qingnian, you have your day too?”
A voice rang out as they vented all the anger they had just felt, the anger they had hidden in their hearts, and there were readers from Zhu Sheng’s lineage who even laughed wildly, looking maniacal.
“You readers, you really are animals.”
“The Great Wei Palace of Literature seceded, disregarding the lives of our people, and Xu Sheng, in order to protect our Great Wei’s life, broke through to become a saint in a life-and-death situation and suppressed the Palace of Literature.”
“To protect the people of Great Wei, Xu Sheng broke through to become a saint and suppressed the Palace of Literature in a life-and-death situation.
“If my son dares to join the Zhu Sheng lineage, I will break both of his legs.”
“What Xu Sheng has done is all for the people of Great Wei, but in contrast, what you and others have done is simply the actions of animals.”
Their words made the people of Great Wei extremely angry.
They had seen the whole thing, Xu Qingnian had not done anything wrong, but now he was being victimised by these villains, how could they not swear at them?
But it was at this moment.
Gu Yan’s voice suddenly rang out.
“No, no, no, Shouren is not dead, he is not dead yet, look guys, the Great Wei Dragon Cauldron is still solid, and it seems to have become stronger.”
Gu Yan pointed at the Great Wei Dragon Cauldron as he spoke out so, reminding the crowd.
The Empress was the first to react and looked at the Great Wei Dragon Cauldron, which indeed had not collapsed, as it was logical to say that with Xu Qingnian dead, the country’s fortunes were bound to collapse.
She herself would only be killed on the spot.
But now, the Cauldron of National Fortune was still there, and there was nothing wrong with it.
It was even vaguely getting stronger.
For a moment, a flash of joy appeared in the Empress’s beautiful eyes as she understood that Xu Qingnian was not dead yet.
Boom.
Sure enough.
The fifth lightning tribulation fell once more.
It blasted towards Xu Qingnian’s position.
The world was puzzled and looked at this scene with great curiosity, especially the readers of the Zhu Sheng lineage, who were even more puzzled, Xu Qingnian was already dead, so why was there still a lightning tribulation falling?
But at that very moment.
In the midst of the thunderstorm.
A human figure appeared, the figure of Xu Qingnian.
At this scene, the people of Great Wei became excited.
“Xu Sheng is not dead.”
“Xu Sheng is still alive?”
“Heaven has blessed my Great Wei.”
“The heavens have eyes, the heavens have eyes.”
All sorts of cheers rang out, the people really did not expect that Xu Qingnian was still alive.
In the midst of the thunderstorm.
Xu Qingnian was reborn in nirvana.
His physical body, which had undergone an extreme change, was completely reborn in nirvana.
“In the midst of the thunder tribulation, nirvana has been reborn, Shouren’s martial realm, I’m afraid, will only be raised by another grade.”
Duke An’s voice rang out, causing the crowd to be stunned.
“Another grade to be raised? Xu Sheng is already a fourth-grade king, if he were to raise another realm, wouldn’t he be entering sainthood in the martial arts?”
“A third rank in both literature and martial arts? D*mn, such a person is hard to find in the world.”
“At the age of twenty, he is a third-ranked martial artist and a third-ranked Confucianist. If you give Shouren another thirty to fifty years, won’t that be a first-ranked Confucianist and a first-ranked martial artist? I seem to remember that only the first sage was able to achieve this, right?”
The martial officials spoke in unison, they were martial artists and knew how terrifying the third rank was.
Martial arts into sainthood.
In Great Wei, apart from a few of the Duke of An, the rest were all fourth-rank kings, and each of these liege lords had been stuck in the fourth rank for an unknown number of years.
They were all the more aware of how difficult it was to break through the Martial Dao realm.
When they learnt that Xu Qingnian’s martial dao was also going into the third rank, they were instantly envious and more than that, they were shocked.
Boom.
Before the fifth thunderclap had completely dissipated, the sixth thunderclap followed.
And in the midst of the thunder light, Xu Qingnian completely completed his metamorphosis.
He regained his nirvana and a new fleshly body appeared, emitting a terrifying aura.
That’s right, with the power of the thunder tribulation, Xu Qingnian was reborn in nirvana and stepped into the realm of the third rank.
Martial Dao into Saint.
At the Fourth Grade King realm, one could gather the power of a king and blast through a restaurant with a single punch.
But this strength is still not truly transcendent.
But the Third Grade Entry into Sainthood was different.
The power of the martial dao would be increased a hundredfold with the Third Grade Entry into Sainthood.
With the power of the Sacred Dao, a single punch could blast a small mountain to pieces.
In other words, back in the war of pacification, if Great Wei had sent a third-grade martial artist to conquer the battle, it would not be said that the battle would be over in one night.
But there would have been a tremendous bonus, and a single punch could have blown the city gates to pieces.
Of course, if Great Wei had sent a Third Grade, the foreign kingdom would also have requested a*sistance from the Sudden Evil and the Primordial Yuan Dynasty for the Third Grade.
So Wei did not send the third rank, there was no need to do so, not because they were afraid of the foreign kingdom, but because they were afraid of the Sudden Evil Dynasty and the First Yuan Dynasty.
One against two, the one who loses is definitely himself.
Another point was that Xu Qingnian’s Third Grade was not an ordinary Third Grade.
He had used the power of thunder to cleanse his flesh, perfect the details and consolidate his foundation.
A supreme saint.
Combined with the power of Confucianism, he completed his true sublimation and metamorphosis.
Boom.
The seventh thunder tribulation fell.
Xu Qingnian’s flesh, as solid as divine iron, was simply fearless, and the power of thunder could no longer harm him.
Instead, it had become Xu Qingnian’s nourishment.
Thunder, between heaven and earth, was the most Yang thing.
This kind of thing could perfect all of Xu Qingnian’s flaws, allowing Xu Qingnian to arrive at a perfect state completely and utterly.
After all, it only took Xu Qingnian a year to become a third grade, even after taking the Foundation Establishment Pill, which said that it was said to be flawless, but the time was still too fast.
Now with the power of thunder, perfectly compensated, Xu Qingnian took a crucial step.
Becoming a third-grade martial artist.
The power of his martial dao can merge with the power of heaven and earth.
Martial Dao plus Confucian Dao will explode with unparalleled power.
No one knew this, but only Xu Qingnian knew it.
After the third grade, the power of the Martial Dao could fuse with the power of heaven and earth, and the Hao Rang Qi of the Confucian Dao was itself the power of heaven and earth.
In other words, the power of the martial dao and the Hao Rang Zheng Qi would be greatly enhanced when fused together.
Whether it could rival the Second Grade, Xu Qingnian did not know, but under the Second Grade, he, Xu Qingnian, was the first.
“Sacrifice the Wen Weapons.”
“Boil them.”
At this moment, Chao Ge’s voice rang out once again.
Allowing Xu Qingnian to sacrifice his own Wen Weapon and toughen it through the lightning tribulation would save most of the time.
Hearing these words.
In an instant, the Spring and Autumn Brush, the Persuasive Speech Ruler, the Eight Desolate Bells, the Book of Words, and the Junzi Sword appeared one after another.
The five great literary weapons appeared above Xu Qingnian’s head, which were themselves holy weapon embryos.
Now that Xu Qingnian had stepped into the realm of the Half-Saints, these artifacts had not yet been refined, and now with the power of thunder, they could just be tempered.
But in the distance, above the capital of Wei, the Hao Ran Wen Zhong made a faint roaring sound, which seemed odd and strange.
But for the time being, no one was paying attention.
The five artefacts were tempered by the thunder, instantly crumbling and reorganising as the Hao Ran Qi filled the air and instilled nutrients.
Xu Qingnian did not hesitate either.
Since he could refine the artefacts, he could just hammer out new ones.
One grade, one literary weapon.
The Great Confucian, the Great Confucian of Heaven and Earth, and the Half-Sage had not hammered their literary artifacts, so it was the perfect opportunity to take advantage of this.
The Great Confucian realm is to make a speech, and Xu Qingnian condensed a piece of Xuanhuo Baojian, infusing it with the Great Sun Golden Crow divine Flame to burn all the evils in the world.
The Great Confucian of Heaven and Earth is to write a book. Xu Qingnian condenses a book, using the Thousand Character Cla*sic as the first chapter, accommodating all the books in the world, and his talent is unparalleled.
Xu Qingnian’s half-saint realm is the epiphany, and Xu Qingnian condenses a literary censer, engraved on the front with the words “Man will triumph over Heaven” and on the back with the words “Things are in the hands of man.
A new trio of literary artefacts appeared.
At the same time, the eighth thunderbolt fell.
It was as if Xu Qingnian was purposely transporting the energy.
In the Palace of Literature, I don’t know how many Confucian students had ugly faces, they thought Xu Qingnian was dead.
What they did not expect was that Xu Qingnian was still alive, and had been reborn from nirvana.
Now, he is even refining literary artefacts, and he is refining eight of them in one breath?
At this rate, Xu Qingnian might have eight half-saint artefacts.
If Xu Qingnian became a sub-saint, she would have nine of them.
Although it was no match for a Saint’s weapon, nine sub-saint artefacts, imagine how their Zhu Sheng Wen Gong could compare to Xu Qingnian?
It was hard for them, especially Hong Zhengtian, who was even more bewildered.
He could not understand why Xu Qingnian, who had done so much wrong, could get so much benefit, and why he himself, who had done his best for the world, had ended up in such a state.
The Palace of Literature trembled, this was the emotion of Lu Zi, he did not speak anymore, but was filled with endless anger ah.
Boom!
The ninth thunderbolt fell.
Like an ocean, it lunged towards Xu Qingnian.
In the middle of the sea of thunder.
Xu Qingnian had refined his flesh, his third-grade perfection, his flesh was terrifying, his qi and blood raging to the heavens, and his every move shook the void.
The eight artifacts were even more glowing, exploding with terrifying holy qi as they frantically absorbed the thunderstorm energy.
They kept breaking and regrouping, until finally.
Finally, they took shape.
The eight half-saint artefacts shone like eight suns, reflecting on the capital of Great Wei.
Above Kyoto, the Hao Ran Wen Zhong also exploded with terrifying energy, like a sun, overshadowing the eight half-saint artefacts.
This caused the people of Kyoto to stare in amazement, slightly puzzled.
Xu Qingnian was also a little curious and glanced at the Hao Ran Wen Zhong, which rotated itself, but the light from its body also gradually dissipated a little.
However, it still overshadowed Xu Qingnian’s eight literary weapons.
At this moment, the dark clouds did not dissipate, all the visions coalesced, and a heavenly blade made of thunder coalesced appeared.
This heavenly blade brought an extremely terrifying oppression.
Only the Heavenly Blade did not fall, nor did it strike at Xu Qingnian, but slowly dissipated.
Then, a clear sky of ten thousand miles was ushered in, and above the clear sky, in its place, was an auspicious cloud that shone universally on the earth.
The surrounding barren mountains, too, grew new life in an instant, with a large tree growing out, instantly looking vibrant.
“This is the Heavenly Blade of Doom, Shouren, you have been noticed by Heaven and Earth for killing a sub-saint, but this time, Heaven and Earth felt it and did not descend a great doom.”
“Remember, before you become a First Grade Literature Saint, you must not be reckless, or else the Heavenly Blade of Doom will fall and cause irreparable damage to you, cutting off the path to sainthood.”
Chao Ge’s voice rang out in the middle of his mind.
Xu Qingnian understood, he was also curious about what this was just now, and after receiving an explanation, Xu Qingnian was relieved.
And at that moment.
A voice also sounded out.
“Today, the Great Wei Palace of Literature is detached, and we will establish a dynasty of readers, called the Hao Ran Dynasty, to open up a habitat for the world’s readers, to follow the Way of the Gentleman, to nurture the world’s readers, and to send them to the world when they have achieved something, for the benefit of the world’s people.”
“In ten days, a dynasty founding ceremony will be held and the world will be invited.”
The voice rang out.
It was Lu Zi’s voice.
The Palace of Literature had broken away and arrived at a long-built kingdom in the Eastern State.
The Hao Ran Dynasty? It was really shameless to the extreme.
But the Palace of Literature does have the means to cultivate the world’s scholars and place them as officials in various countries, benefiting the people on the surface, but behind the scenes, they want to control the world.
This is still an insurmountable conspiracy, because all countries need the support of scholars and useful talents.
It is really powerful.
But along with this voice rang out.
Xu Qingnian’s voice, too, rang out.
“Today, as the tumour of Great Wei has been removed and the country’s fortunes flourish, this saint has made a great ambition.”
“Within five years, to make my Great Wei Dynasty, exempt from the nine years of private school fees, so that everyone can study.”
As Xu Qingnian’s voice fell.
At this moment.
The world was abuzz.
And on the capital of Great Wei.
Once again, a vision coalesced.