It seemed like the rules written on the jade token weren't true.
According to what was written on the jade token, one would be welcomed by a teacher upon entering the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism, and one would be given a chance to make a choice. However, upon arriving at the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism, Zhang Xuan realized that there was only a single copper gong.
"I must have arrived too quickly, so no one was able to react in time …"
Zhang Xuan muttered under his breath as he decided not to wait any longer. Instead, he flew ahead and soon vanished from the spot.
As soon as he entered the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism, he had been so focused on sensing the spatial laws and the concentration of spiritual energy that he had failed to notice that there were people beneath the copper gong. As such, he hadn't exerted too much strength when he kicked down on the copper gong.
It was just like how an elephant wouldn't be able to sense the resistance of an ant even if it were to step on it. The difference was so great that he could easily overlook it.
Sou!
Not too long after Zhang Xuan disappeared, Zhong Qing appeared before the copper gong. He looked around in confusion, but all of a sudden, his eyebrows shot up.
He hurriedly grabbed onto the ground, and it took some time before the copper gong was finally lifted up.
The dozen or so Scholastic Sages below seemed to have exhausted all of their strength. Their faces were ghastly pale, and blood was trickling down from the corners of their mouths.
"Mi Xuan … What's going on?"
Seeing that the crowd was on the verge of death, Zhong Qing couldn't help but ask.
These Scholastic Sages were the top experts of the Mingshi Tang School. Under normal circumstances, they should have been displaying their prowess to welcome the newcomers. Why would they be lying beneath the copper gong like dead fish?
"Did … someone manage to break the seal and enter the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism?"
Mi Xuan struggled to his feet as tears welled up in his eyes.
"That's right. It's the descendant of Kochi Kosei, Fan Xiaoxu!" Zhong Qing widened his eyes in shock. "This is … his doing? What's going on? "
Mi Xuan explained awkwardly. "I brought out the copper gong in hopes of finding someone who would be able to last ten breaths on it, but who could have thought that someone would kick it down with a single kick? In order to prevent the copper gong from toppling over, everyone tried their best to fend it off, but … you saw it for yourself!"
"To send the copper gong flying with a single kick, there were so many of you, but none of you were able to fend it off?"
Zhong Qing was on the verge of breaking down. "How is that possible? That person was only a Saint 9-dan pinnacle cultivator … "
The copper gong was a Great Sage artifact! To be able to overcome the might of Mi Xuan and a dozen Scholarly Sages with a single stomp … Even the three of them combined would not be able to do such a thing, let alone a Saint 9-dan pinnacle cultivator … You must be joking!
"It's impossible for a Saint 9-dan cultivator to wield such strength. In fact, even Great Sage cultivators aren't capable of such feats.
Mi Xuan shook his head.
Ancient Sages were as heavy as an entire world. If one were to factor in their flight speed, it would have been easy for them to pull off such a feat without even realizing it.
If Zhang Xuan had been an Ancient Sage, such a situation might have been possible. However, if he was a Saint 9-dan cultivator, it would have been impossible.
Zhong Qing frowned. "I have personally examined Fan Xiaoxu, and I can confirm that he is from Ancient Sage Zi Chi's bloodline. Furthermore, Fan Xiaofeng and the others can vouch for him. More importantly, if an Ancient Sage were to barge into the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism, the formation around the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism should have been activated, and the sleeping Ancient Sages would have awakened. However, there is no movement at all at the moment … "
Just like the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism and the other major clans, the Ancient Sages of the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism spent most of their time in hibernation. As soon as a cultivator of the same cultivation realm barged in, they would be awakened by the power within the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism.
Given how quiet the area was, it was clear that no Ancient Sage had barged in.
But … if that wasn't the case, how could they explain the situation before them?
"Regardless of who he is, let's find him first!"
Knowing that there was no point in saying anything else, Mi Xuan kept his copper gong before heading straight for the buildings ahead. Zhong Qing and the others followed closely behind him.
Not too long later, they saw a figure standing in the square not too far away. He was scratching his head in confusion.
He was no other than Fan Xiaoxu.
Huala!
The crowd landed on the square and surrounded Fan Xiaoxu.
"You are …"
Fan Xiaoxu's eyes were filled with confusion as he stared at Fan Xiaoxu in bewilderment.
"This is the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism. You have just cleared the trial and unsealed the seal, and you even caused us to suffer a huge loss … Who in the world are you?"
One of the Scholarly Sages exclaimed.
"Great Phrontistery of Confucianism? Cleared the trial … I cleared the trial? "Fan Xiaoxu widened his eyes in shock." Suffered a huge loss? What loss? "
"It's futile to feign ignorance. I'll know what your strength is with a single test!"
Seeing the look on Fan Xiaoxu's face, one of the Scholarly Sages sneered coldly. With a tap of his finger, a book appeared in the air.
It was none other than the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism's Secret Manual of Righteousness!
It was said that the Eye of Insight was something that Ancient Sage Bo Shang had created back then based on the principles behind the Eye of Insight, and it possessed the ability to see through illusions.
Weng!
Fan Xiaoxu's body was enveloped by a layer of light, revealing the direction and intensity of his zhenqi flow. Even the color and tier of his bloodline could be seen clearly.
"He's indeed from the Kochi Kosei Bloodline, a Saint 9-dan pinnacle cultivator!"
The crowd frowned in bewilderment.
Through the Secret Manual of Righteousness, they had confirmed that there was no mistake in the identity of the young man before them.
But … was it really possible for a Saint 9-dan pinnacle cultivator to render so many of them powerless? To be able to unseal the seal in a single breath and eliminate more than a thousand of them so easily?
"Allow me to test your strength!"
While the crowd was perplexed, Zhong Qing stepped forward.
This time, he didn't suppress his cultivation to Saint 9-dan but Great Sage 1-dan Introspective Convalescence realm.
Even Fan Xiaofeng and Fan Xiaoxing were able to defeat him despite being at the same cultivation realm, so he decided to raise his cultivation to test the young man before him. In any case, with his control over his strength, it wouldn't be easy for him to injure the other party.
Hong long!
Not giving Fan Xiaoxu any time to react, Zhong Qing raised his palm and struck down on him. Even though he had suppressed his cultivation to the Introspective Convalescence realm, the crowd still found their breathing hastening as they hurriedly retreated in fear.
Fan Xiaoxu's face warped in horror, and his body trembled in fear.
His memories had stopped at the entrance of the mountain, and he had been summoned away. Then, when he woke up, he found himself here. Without any hesitation, a Scholarly Sages suddenly attacked him … What was going on?
Not allowing himself to think too much, he quickly retreated.
The other party's strength was at the Introspective Convalescence realm, so there was no way he would be a match for him. If he didn't dodge, there was a good chance that he would be reduced to a meat patty.
Sou!
Before he could even react, his body was already sent flying eight hundred meters away, as if teleportation.
Boom!
Zhong Qing's attack struck the ground, creating a massive crater.
"This … What's going on?"
Not realizing that he could move so quickly, Fan Xiaoxu's face paled. Unable to control his body any longer, his legs wobbled, and he fell to the ground.
All he wanted to do was to take a step back. Under normal circumstances, it would already be a miracle for him to be able to move a dozen meters away. Yet, the distance had suddenly increased by several dozen times, reaching eight hundred meters …
How did he do it?
Who am I? Where am I?
Fan Xiaoxu was perplexed.
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