Chapter 511

In front of the Second Sage Hall, Zhao Shou tidied up his clothes. Under the gaze of Yang Gong, Zhang Shen, Li Mubai, and Chen Tai, he pushed open the hollow vermilion door and entered the hall.

Clang!

The door of the hall closed gently, blocking the view.

Sunlight shone through the lattice window. Dust floated in the light. On top of the pedestal stood a statue wearing a Confucian crown and a Confucian robe. He had one hand behind his back and the other on his abdomen.

At the foot of the sculpture stood a white elk.

That was the wife of the Second Sage.

Zhao Shou looked at the statue without saying a word. His eyes reflected the sunlight. He maintained the same posture for a long time without moving.

Zhao Shou was born in the 19th year of Joan of Arc. He came from a poor family and entered the Yunlu Academy at the age of ten. His teacher was Frigid Cottage.

The slovenly old Confucian scholar lived in a thatched cottage all year round. In his early years, he was crippled for some reason. He was depressed and loved to drink. When he was drunk, he would write poems that satirized the court and insulted the emperor.

If not for the protection of the Yunlu Academy, the poems he wrote would have been enough for him to be beheaded a hundred times.

Usually, he was very strict with Zhao Shou and tried his best to teach him. Once he was drunk, he would go crazy and shout,

Why study lousy books? He would be useless. He might as well go to the brothel and sleep with the most popular courtesan.

The young Zhao Shou straightened his neck and said,

Sleeping with the most popular courtesan costs 30 taels of silver. If he didn't study, where would he get the money to sleep with her?

Scholar Frigid Cottage was enraged when he heard this. You actually know about the market?

Another round of flogging!

Zhao Shou was unconvinced. Doesn't Teacher know the market too?

Another round of flogging!

Later, on a cold winter day, the old Confucian scholar fell into a pond and drowned. That was the end of his impoverished life.

At the funeral, Zhao Shou learned of his teacher's past from the best friend of his teacher.

Frigid Cottage was a talented scholar when he was young. Because he came from the Yunlu Academy, Empress Zhen De disliked him and eliminated him in the court examinations.

He continued to be eliminated.

Another three years passed.

He had gone from a young scholar to an old Confucian scholar with white hair on his temples, but he had never obtained an official position.

He broke into the palace and scolded Empress Zhen De. His leg was broken at that time. Had it not been for the former Dean, he would have been beheaded.

That was the current situation of the Yunlu Academy.

Occasionally, a small number of people could get an official position, but most of them didn't get an important position.

Most of them didn't even have an official position. They studied for half their lives, but they were still commoners.

The young Zhao Shou didn't say anything back then, but many years later, the new dean made a great vow for himself. He wanted the scholars of Yunlu Academy to return to the temples and lead it back to its thousand-year-old glory.

"Two hundred years ago, the Academy and the royal family turned against each other for the sake of the nation. The Cheng family took the opportunity to betray the Academy and establish the Directorate, blocking the students of the Academy from entering the court. Two hundred years have passed in a hurry. Today, disciple Zhao Shou welcomes the Second Sage back to the temple. "

Two hundred years passed. Today, I, Zhao Shou, welcome the Second Sage back to the palace. "

A beam of clear light rushed up from the Quasi-sage sculpture and pierced straight into the clouds. The entire Qingyun Mountain shook at this moment as if a mountain was collapsing.

After two hundred years, the Yunlu Academy was finally going to have a second-rank Confucian scholar.

After two hundred years, the Yunlu Academy was finally going to have a second-rank Confucian scholar.

He wasn't a Confucian scholar. He was a second-rank Confucian scholar in the Confucian system!

Light rushed into the clouds and formed a huge whirlpool of clear air. It could be seen dozens of miles away from the Qingyun Mountain.

It was as if it was telling the world.

Then, the clear air slowly sank back into the Quasi-Holy Temple and entered Zhao Shou's body.

Light shot out of Zhao Shou's eyes. His body was bathed in Light. This was the Awe-Inspiring Righteousness washing his marrow. It strengthened his power of the Law of Words and increased his endurance of spell backlashes.

He carefully felt the changes in his body and comprehended the power of the second-rank.

This was mainly divided into two aspects. On the one hand, the power of the Law of Words had been greatly improved. The modified rules would last for a long time.

For example, he could say, "This place is barren."

The vegetation in this area would wither for several months or even longer, unlike before, when the effect of the Law of Words was short-lived.

In addition, and most importantly, the second-rank Confucian scholar could manipulate luck to a certain extent. He could gather it or destroy it. Although this operation wasn't as exquisite as that of a Warlock, Zhao Shou already had the ability to affect the rise and fall of a dynasty.

Of course, this came at a great price. For example, Great Confucian Qian Zhong at the end of the Great Zhou Dynasty sacrificed himself and smashed the last luck of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Light flashed in the Quasi-Holy Temple. Yang Gong and the other three entered the temple, their faces full of joy.

"Dean, can you help the carving knife unseal the seal?"

Zhang Shen asked.

"We'll know once we try."

Zhao Shou opened his palm. Light rose, and the carving knife appeared in his hand.

Then, the Quasi-sage Confucian Crown was placed on his head.

Zhao Shou stared at the carving knife and said in a low voice,

"Break the seal!"

He suddenly clenched his palm.

Suddenly, streaks of clear light shot out from his palm. It was as if he was not holding a carving knife, but a large light bulb.

The Confucian crown on his head also bloomed with dazzling Light. Light flowed along his arm and rushed into the carving knife.

Light flashed from the Quasi-sage Sculpture and shone on the carving knife.

Buzz … The carving knife trembled and vibrated violently in Zhao Shou's palm. Even his arm and body trembled.

Bang!

Light on the carving knife exploded, setting off a gust of wind in the temple, blowing out the candles and shaking the doors and windows.

Zhao Shou found it difficult to hold the carving knife, and he didn't want to hold it anymore. He let go of his hand and let it float in the air, circling around in the temple.

"I can finally speak. Confucian Sages, that bastard, actually sealed this old man for more than 1,200 years. Writing rubbish and not letting others say it? If it was me, I'd definitely write better than him.

"On account of our acquaintance, I guided him in writing, but he didn't appreciate it. He even found me annoying and sealed me, ptui!"

The carving knife's curses and complaints clearly entered the ears of Zhao Shou and the others.

This made Zhao Shou and the others somewhat embarrassed. They didn't know whether to agree or refute, so they could only choose to remain silent and pretend not to hear it.

"Cough, cough!"

Zhao Shou coughed hard and interrupted the incessant cursing of the carving knife. He bowed and said,

"Greetings, Senior."

Yang Gong and the others followed suit.

"Greetings, Senior!"

The carving knife swept in front of Zhao Shou and hovered in between his eyebrows, conveying its thoughts.

"Hey, the Supervisor said that I would be unsealed in this generation. He really didn't lie to me. The disciples of the Confucian School worship that old thing, Confucian Sages, as a god. Generations of great Confucians refused to unseal me.

"Why did you help me unseal?"

Zhao Shou bowed again.

"I have something to ask."

Yang Gong immediately pulled back his sleeves to prevent the ruler from flying out.

The Tool Spirit inside the carving knife asked:

"What is it?"

Zhao Shou said in a deep voice:

"On behalf of all living beings, how do I become a Martial God?"

The carving knife didn't answer immediately. It fell into a long silence.

In the silence, Zhao Shou's heart slowly sank.

"Senior, you don't know either?"

"Shut up!" the carving knife scolded him, then said:

"I remember that when Confucian Sages commented on the Warrior System, he mentioned Martial God. Hmm, it's been more than 1,200 years. I can't remember it right now."

Then hurry up and remember … Yang Gong and the others were anxious.

And Zhao Shou noticed a detail. The carving knife needed to recall, which meant that it hadn't talked to anyone about becoming a Martial God recently.

If the carving knife didn't reveal it, how did the Supervisor know the method to become a Martial God?

A dozen or so seconds later, the carving knife came to a realization.

"I remember now. Hmm, there's one prerequisite and two conditions!

"The prerequisite is to gather Luck.

"The condition is to obtain the approval of the world, the approval of heaven and earth!