Chapter 12 - Magnanimous Spirit, The Immortal Sect is Afraid!
Chapter 12: Magnanimous Spirit, The Immortal Sect is Afraid!
“Sss, is this the person who triggered the triple anomaly?”
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“Just based on this poem, he will be remembered in history. I dare say, this poem will be passed down for ten thousand years!”
Even ordinary people, after hearing this poem, were filled with hot blood.
And the literati were almost going crazy. Many of them were roaring, dancing wildly, running amok, using this way to vent the heroic spirit surging within them.
But more people still focused on the anomalies in the sky.
The anomalies showed no signs of dissipating at all. The projections of the sages were once again pointing towards the palace.
A beam of white light, like a silk thread, converged into a column of light, pouring from the sky into the palace.
“Could it be the infusion of literary energy?!”
Many people’s lips dried up.
This scene left them extremely shocked.
According to legend, only those with the potential to become sages could trigger the triple anomaly.
And as a reward, the projection of the sages would infuse them with literary energy.
For those who received the infusion of literary energy, unless something unexpected happened, becoming a great Confucian was inevitable.
It’s just that no one knew whether there was still fertile soil for becoming a great Confucian in today’s world.
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In the court, everyone was also immersed in the shock brought by this poem.
But Ye Ning felt like crying without tears.
In fact, Ye Ning’s thoughts were very simple, for two reasons.
One was to anger He Yuan and force him to give him a good time.
The other reason was that he had immersed himself in the role of a loyal minister. Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well die gloriously.
But he underestimated the impact of this poem.
This was reasonable. After all, until today, he was just an ordinary modern person.
It was difficult for him to imagine how shocking his well-known poem was to these ancient people.
He also forgot one thing, that this world was not ordinary.
This was a world full of wonders, with immortals, demons, and extraordinary powers.
He was a scholar. Even if his level in his previous life was average, he was still a descendant of Confucianism.
Under the shock, he took a step back!
“How is this possible!”
He took a deep breath.
Ye Ning was still Ye Ning, but now, he gave people a completely different feeling.
There was a unique temperament about him.
This temperament was as fiery as the sun, yet as pure as the moon.
This was... magnanimous spirit!
“My god, he actually cultivated magnanimous spirit!”
“Only great Confucians can cultivate magnanimous spirit!”
“He is not yet a great Confucian, but he already possesses magnanimous spirit!”
“Magnanimous spirit, upright and unyielding, only people of utmost sincerity and character between heaven and earth can possess it!”
“From now on, ghosts and demons will retreat, and evil spirits will not come near!”
The entire court, civil and military officials and dignitaries, were thrown into madness.
What was this?
This was a miracle!
In today’s era, right under their noses, they witnessed a person cultivating magnanimous spirit. How shocking!
“Could it be that heaven is blessing Great Zhou, sending down a sage to assist us!” Ji Mingyue’s eyes were shining brightly, as if glued to Ye Ning, unable to look away. “This child must not be left behind!”
But He Yuan’s pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle.
He no longer cared about the embarrassment of being startled back a step just now because he felt great terror from Ye Ning!
This child was simply a monster!
In today’s world, which could be called the twilight of Confucianism, even the Holy Academy was still sealed, but he actually cultivated magnanimous spirit. This... this was unbelievable!
Leaving this child behind would bring endless trouble!
He was determined to kill this child.
This time, it had nothing to do with his mission. It was only an instinct of an Immortal Sect disciple to eliminate danger at its source!
He pointed out.
Even if he had to sacrifice himself, he had to kill this monster!
But just at this moment, a white beam of light descended from the sky, penetrating through layers of palaces and directly shining on Ye Ning.
The infusion of literary energy had finally arrived!