My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again - Chapter 55

Chapter 55: Three Thousand Zhang of Virtue

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

He Yuanfeng’s long howl resonated, filled with immense satisfaction.

At this moment, he stood above the sky, his golden body of virtue dazzling, rich with the Talent Qi of the Confucian path.

Despite his flowing white hair and aged appearance, he exuded the vibrant spirit of youth.

Below the platform, Shen Li slumped in defeat.

The powerful figures shook their heads helplessly, sighing.

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The disciples of the Sancai Academy felt unparalleled despair in their hearts.

The palm strike from Zhongzhou had proven everything.

With that three thousand Zhang body of virtue, He Yuanfeng’s path to sainthood seemed unstoppable.

All the powerful beings of the Archean Eon Realm sensed the changes between heaven and earth.

The collapse of the Confucian path was imminent!

In the deep mountains of the Southern Ridge, demons howled wildly, their roars shaking the forests.

One after another, as if cheering in triumph.

In a vast lake, huge shadows emerged. The great demons, previously struggling under the shadow of the Confucian sect, now sought opportunities to rise.

In the Xianwu Emperor’s Palace of Zhongzhou, the Daxia Human Emperor stepped out of the grand hall, looking eastward, issuing a decree.

The shift in the Confucian path had vast implications; plans had to be made promptly.

In the Great Impermanence Temple of the Western Desert, the Buddha, draped in a cassock, ceased his sermon, gazing towards the direction of the academy.

Beside him, a Bodhisattva asked, “Will the Holy Buddha intervene?”

After a long while, the Buddha shook his head, “I am powerless.”

In the Northern Plains’ Sky Sword Sect, Ji Lingchen untied a wine gourd from his waist and settled into a wicker chair. “Master, aren’t you going to take action?” Ling Yufei stood by, awaiting orders.

“What’s the rush?”

Ji Lingchen took a leisurely sip of his wine.

Sancai Academy.

Lu Xuan rose from his seat.

His figure vanished into thin air.

Above the firmament, countless threads of talent and literary fortune gathered.

He Yuanfeng could clearly feel his body undergoing a fierce transformation. This was a fundamental change, and upon its completion, he would attain sainthood on earth.

Reflecting on his journey, He Yuanfeng sighed. After enduring so much torment and scheming so deeply, he was finally about to achieve his goal. The feeling made him somewhat giddy.

To ensure maximum safety, he had deliberately moved the date of the academy celebration, preventing nearby sect leaders from attending in person. Now, He Yuanfeng thought he might have been overly cautious.

With the Heavenly Dao’s virtue protecting him, who could harm him? There was no need for caution.

He even felt a bit regretful. The powerful figures had been too precise in their understanding of the disparity in strength. After the attack was blocked, everyone recognized the situation, knowing they couldn’t penetrate his golden light of virtue, so they ceased their efforts. This bored He Yuanfeng.

Looking down, he saw Shen Li’s despondent face and his eyes grew cold. The ungrateful fool had dared to publicly rebuke the only Saint of the Archean Eon, an act of utmost insubordination!

“After I become a Saint, you will be the first I sacrifice to heaven!” He Yuanfeng thought, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

Just then, he heard a sigh behind him, startling him. He had not noticed someone approaching.

Turning around, he saw a young figure in a gray robe, vaguely familiar to him. After a moment, he remembered that this was the style worn by Sancai Academy teachers five thousand years ago.

The young man in the old-fashioned robe approached, causing He Yuanfeng to frown. His aura indicated a Golden Core cultivator.

But how could a Golden Core cultivator dare to approach him? He Yuanfeng didn’t care to ponder the reason. Whoever dared to obstruct his ascension to sainthood, whether true or false Golden Core, must be eliminated.

He Yuanfeng, holding the Sancai Seal, flung his sleeve forward, unleashing a beam of golden light towards the young man.

Lu Xuan casually waved his hand, and the golden light dissolved into nothingness.

“You haven’t realized that your state of mind is flawed?” he said to He

Yuanfeng.

He Yuanfeng stopped, his eyes showing a hint of wariness. His attack, enough to severely injure a Mahayana cultivator, had been effortlessly neutralized.

“You are the Chancellor of Sancai Academy, the legitimate successor of the Confucian path. If you destroy the Confucian path, you will be the first to be affected.’

Lu Xuan’s voice was calm.

“Your heart is now vicious, your face detestable. Where is the righteous spirit of a Confucian cultivator? The moment you decided to take this step, you had already fallen into demonic ways.”

He Yuanfeng stared at him, and after a moment, his expression turned fierce and vicious.

He raised the Sancai Seal, and the golden light of virtue on his body suddenly brightened.

He Yuanfeng fixed his gaze on Lu Xuan and said, word by word, “No need for more talk. I know you wish to stop my ascension, but before that, you must break through this Heavenly Dao’s virtue!”

“You are already corrupt in your Dao heart. If not for my old acquaintance with your master, I wouldn’t bother talking so much with you.”

Lu Xuan’s voice grew colder.

He looked at He Yuanfeng and said:

“Do you really think that with this thousand Zhang body of virtue, you can act recklessly?”

Lu Xuan took a step forward.

Instantly, the area brightened a thousandfold, the entire sky enveloped in light.

Behind him, it seemed as though a radiant sun had risen!

On the Sancai Square, many academy disciples instinctively covered their eyes.

However, the light wasn’t blinding; instead, it was extremely gentle.

Looking up, they saw a tall figure standing in the void, enveloped in the light, confronting He Yuanfeng.

Streams of golden light of virtue radiated from him, extending three thousand Zhang in length.

Where the golden light touched, auspicious clouds drifted, golden lotuses bloomed, and even a fragrant aroma permeated the heavens and earth.

The teachers and students of the Sancai Academy, bathed in this golden light of virtue, felt revitalized. The despair and desolation in their hearts caused by He Yuanfeng dissipated, their Dao hearts becoming calm and firm.

But for He Yuanfeng, facing Lu Xuan, the feeling was entirely different.

Both were bolstered by the Heavenly Dao’s virtue, but once Lu Xuan’s virtue appeared, in comparison, his own seemed diluted, the difference clear.

Like a firefly against the bright moon, or a flickering candle in the wind, He Yuanfeng’s golden light of virtue dimmed, dispersed, and seemed on the verge of extinguishing.

Even the Talent Qi of the Confucian path that had been gathering towards him became stagnant, ceasing its flow.

He swayed, nearly unable to stand.

He Yuanfeng’s ability to manifest a thousand Zhang body of virtue was due to the Sancai Academy inheriting the Heavenly Dao’s virtue from the ancient Confucian path. Nevertheless, it was only a thousand zhang in length.

Lu Xuan, standing there with three thousand Zhang of virtue, was because the maximum manifestation of a virtue body could only show up to three thousand zhang.

He stretched out his hand and pressed down through the air.

He Yuanfeng’s once unassailable figure suddenly collapsed to his knees!

On the Sancai Square, everyone who witnessed this scene was profoundly shaken.

Even the powerful figures from various sects were speechless in astonishment..