Chapter 898 The Realm of Confucian Saint

At the foot of the mountain.

An old man wearing Confucian clothes ambles on the mountainous path gracefully with his body bent.

Next to him, a middle-aged man holds his arm.

“The Cultivation Academy is not a good place for you indeed. It’s not bad to stay here,” the old man says gently.

“Sir, I have one question.”

“There’s no harm asking.”

“I won’t ask then.”

“Umm?” The old man is taken aback.

“Without arms, I may not be able to get a girl,” the middle-aged rubs his nose and says with a smile.

The old man is stupefied for a while and then looks at the disciple aside with complicated eyes. This man used to be his favorite student. Now, this disciple lives in frustration. Maybe it is partially because of him but more of the reason lies in this disciple himself. Everyone chooses his own path. Some people will realize their errors and mend their ways when they pick the wrong paths. However, when some people make a mistake, they must stick to their path for the so-called pursuit even if they have to go through various hardships and be severely injured.

“Since you say so, I suppose you must have been enlightened today.” The old man sighs, “If you could meet Gao Ge earlier, maybe you could be more open-minded.”

The middle-aged man also sighs a lot.

“He is my student indeed but I think that it is the biggest opportunity for me to become his teacher.”

Then, the middle-aged man continues saying, “Besides, since I met him, I suddenly feel that living is great. At least I have another person I want to protect. Yet, I’m too weak.”

“So?”

“So, here I am.” The middle-aged man’s eyes glisten with fierceness and then he says calmly, “Look. That brat beat Wu You so Wu You’s grandfather and father came here. That brat killed Yang Xuan from the Poison Sect. Then, Yang Shu, the father of Yang Xuan went to seek revenge on him. He killed the guardian of the Joyoung Sect so the sovereign of the Joyoung Sect went out of the closed-door training. Somehow, I feel this is wrong.”

“What’s wrong?” The old man slightly arches his eyebrows.

“I feel that these are the young people’s trifles. Since their kids can’t defeat my student, they should admit defeat. On what ground can they stand up for their kids one after another? They merely think that Gao Ge has no backing. Those people of the blessed spots are all arrogant. They always think that my student is talented but far less competent than them. Hence, they can bully him as they wish. Is this really the truth? I don’t think they are right.”

The old man walks gradually faster.

The middle-aged man also catches up with him.

“When he learned that He Youniang had been bullied, he went to Shanxi without hesitation simply to stand up for his student. At first, I didn’t think he was right but afterward, I felt that if this was not right, there wouldn’t be anything right. He is also my student. And I was appointed as the deputy principal of the Haicheng Cultivation Academy thanks to him. I was really on tenterhooks about holding that post. Several times, I touched my chest and asked myself whether I deserved it. Why could I?”

The old man stops.

The middle-aged man continues walking on the mountainous path.

Clearly, their distance is constantly drawn but the middle-aged man’s voice still lingers in the old man’s ears.

“So, here I came today.”

“I want to talk with those old guys.”

“I must make them understand that Gao Ge is not alone.”

“I must make them know that my student is not the wild grass by the roadside.”

“Sir, you told me that if I couldn’t outargue others, I might as well fight them.”

“Today, I, Liu Zhongyi, shall adhere to the words of the saint and defend my disciple.”

In the forest.

There is a rustling sound.

Countless noises go through the forest.

Tens of people stare at the two people on the mountainous path.

When they close their eyes, they seem able to hear the clanging sound of swords.

Lou Zhoutian stops and looks at the disciple walking away, his face full of satisfaction.

“Three hundred people from the Joyoung Sect, including one cultivator at the realm of Grand Master and two at the realm of Master; fifty people from the Poison Sect with three thousand venomous things; one hundred people from the Wu Family; two cultivators at the realm of Grand Master from the Xiaoshan Sword Sect…”

A moment later, Lou Zhoutian slowly opens his eyes.

“Apart from those in the mountain, do the people hiding in the forest intend to slaughter all the people of the Star Sect after the fight ends up there?” Lou Zhoutian sneers, “Only these people are far from enough.”

The middle-aged man’s back appears increasingly sturdy.

He is wreathed in a shimmer of white light.

“This is…” In the distance, the other guardian of the Joyoung Sect suddenly widens his eyes.

“Guardian, who is that man?”

“Liu Zhongyi, the disciple of Lou Zhoutian of the Cultivation Academy.” The guardian at the realm of Grand Master frowns.

Somehow, he suddenly feels that Liu Zhongyi is giving off a rush of terrifying Qi.

Suddenly, an idea flashes through his mind and his facial countenance changes.

“This is bad! Run!”

“What? Guardian, isn’t the sovereign on the way here? Are we retreating?”

The guardian at the realm of Grand Master is not in the mood to explain it. He has rushed down the mountain at an extremely fast speed. It seems that he wants to leave this place within the shortest time.

Liu Zhongyi stops on the mountainous path and turns around to look at the malicious several hundred people hiding in the forest from the height with a snort.

Moments later, he narrows his eyes and reaches out a finger to write a word in the air.

He doesn’t use ink or pen.

Instead, he uses his essence, energy and spirit.

“Kill.”

He mutters inwardly and casts his magic with the words.

Instantly, a storm blows up and the leaves rustle. Thousands of pine needles are swept here from the distance.

“I, Liu Zhongyi, have idled away half my lifetime and rarely kept any righteous spirit. Never have I comprehended the saint’s words or acquired the meaning of gentlemen. Today, I would like to exchange my lifespan of fifty years for a day’s realm of Confucian Saint and wipe up the enemies for my student, Gao Ge!”

He raises his hand and puts it down.

The pine needles rustle and fly through the forest like the fatal needles.

Screams in pain incessantly linger on.

He turns to continue taking a step forward and jumps up. A light pillar drops from the sky straightly and envelops him again. He looks at the old man holding a white lantern and groans gently.

“Destroy.”

Instantly, a gust of heavy wind blows by.

Elder Lotus’s radiant white lotus flower hanging in the air loses its luster within an instant.

“Break!”

With a bang, the lantern breaks with the sound and scraps of paper are fluttering in the air.

Lou Zhoutian raises his head and looks at the man in the sky, asking gently, “Is this worth it?”

Liu Zhongyi’s gaze settles on him respectfully. When Liu Zhongyi speaks, Lou Zhoutian can clearly feel the delight and freedom in his tone as well as the determination in his eyes.

“Sir, I’m doing this not completely for him.”

Lou Zhoutian slightly nods and says nothing.