"This movement technique …"
Mi Xuan and the others narrowed their eyes.
They could easily tell that the young man before them was only using the strength of a Saint 9-dan cultivator, but with a slight movement, even a Great Sage 1-dan cultivator would find it hard to keep up with him.
Zhong Qing wasn't too surprised that his attack missed.
Fan Xiaofeng and Fan Xiaoxing were not even a match for Fan Xiaofeng and Fan Xiaoxing at the same cultivation realm, so it was no surprise that the person who had guided them was able to dodge their attacks. Exhaling deeply, Fan Xiaoxing took a step forward and followed closely behind Fan Xiaoxing. Following closely behind Fan Xiaoxing, Fan Xiaoxing raised his palm and danced around like a blizzard, trapping the confused Fan Xiaoxu within it.
Mi Xuan's face turned grim. "That's Scholarly Scholar Zhong Qing's unique technique, Shrouding Blizzard. Putting aside those of the same cultivation realm, not even a Saint 2-dan cultivator would be able to withstand it!"
Xiao Chen was proficient in strength, and he could break ten with brute force. The martial techniques that he cultivated were all very simple. The moves before him were too dazzling and complicated. Just looking at them made him dizzy. If it were him, he could only run away; there was no way he could block them.
When the others heard this, they nodded at the same time. Each of them frowned, as if they were also thinking of a way to solve the problem. Soon, all of them shook their heads helplessly.
Unless one's cultivation was higher than the other party's, otherwise … there was no solution!
Everyone swiftly turned their gazes toward the Saint 9-dan young man, only to see a confused look on the latter's face. Just as he was at a loss as to what he should do, whether he should flee or admit defeat, his body suddenly jolted. A thought suddenly came to his mind, and he swiftly leaped into the midst of the snowflakes.
Even though Zhang Xuan had dove into the snow, the snow did not stick to his body at all. In the next moment, he moved his hand and pressed down.
The snowflakes were instantly drawn, forming a huge snowball.
Bang!
Zhong Qing was sent flying, blood spurting out of his mouth.
In a single move … he was defeated!
"This …"
The surrounding scholars' brows twitched. They were completely dumbfounded.
As an expert of the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism, he had suppressed his cultivation and fought against a freshman who was a cultivation realm higher than him, and yet, he was still defeated so easily. Just how in the world did that fellow do it?
Everyone had seen Zhang Xuan's moves, and they felt that there was nothing out of the ordinary about them. However, every single one of them was directed at the great dao. If they were in Zhang Xuan's shoes, they would not be able to defend against his attacks.
To think that such a formidable martial art actually existed in the world … Who did Fan Xiaoxu learn it from?
They weren't the only ones who were shocked. Even Fan Xiaoxu was staring at his palm with a look of disbelief.
In front of the mountain peak, he was called away by someone, and then he fainted. When he woke up, he was already here.
Initially, he thought that Zhong Qing's sudden attack was unreasonable and that he wouldn't be able to withstand it. However, a memory suddenly appeared in his mind.
Memories of battle techniques.
According to the content of the book, Zhang Xuan easily defeated Zhong Qing, who was a rank higher than him.
"I'm Zhang Xuan. I'm borrowing your body to deal with some matters. This memory is compensation, so please don't leak it!"
Just as Zhang Xuan was perplexed, a calm voice sounded in his mind.
It was left behind by the person who knocked him out.
"Zhang Xuan? Could it be … an Ancient Sage? "
Zhang Xuan's heart jolted.
To be able to leave behind a memory in his mind without harming him in the slightest … Other than Ancient Sages, there was no one else in the world who could do such a thing!
In fact, not even the Ancient Sages of their Luo Clan were capable of such a feat. It could be said that the young man before them was one of the strongest Ancient Sages.
He could have easily killed such a person with a single thought, but he didn't do so. Instead, he even gave the other party some benefits. This could only mean that the other party wasn't up to no good. Since that was the case, even if Fan Xiaoxu suspected the other party's motive for entering the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism, there was no need for him to say it out loud.
Ancient Sages would naturally deal with the matters of Ancient Sages. However, even if he were to say that the other party was a Saint 9-dan cultivator, it was unlikely that anyone would believe him.
After digesting the memories that the other party had left in his mind, Fan Xiaoxu turned to the crowd before him and said, "Is there anyone else who wishes to test my cultivation? Make your move! If you are still worried … feel free to come at me together! "
With these battle techniques in hand, Fan Xiaoxu's fighting spirit immediately soared. He wanted to see just how much he had improved.
Seeing how arrogant a freshman was, Mi Xuan and the others glanced at one another before suppressing their cultivation and charging forward.
Thirty breaths later, all of the Confucians were lying on the ground.
Fan Xiaoxu stared at his hands in agitation, and his eyes reddened in agitation.
His talent and fighting prowess could only be considered average among the youths of the Hundred Schools of Philosophers. Under normal circumstances, it would have been difficult for him to clear the examination. Who could have thought that he would win the favor of an Ancient Sage and impart his battle techniques to him?
He would never have dared to dream of such an accomplishment in the past.
Just how powerful was the Ancient Sage before him to be able to become so formidable just by casually accepting the memories of the Ancient Sage?
"Ancient Sage Zhang Xuan? Who is he?"
Zhang Xuan's heart skipped a beat.
There was no one in the Hundred Schools of Philosophers who went by the surname of Zhang. Of course, he had no idea whether the name was real or not. All he knew was that by learning the other party's techniques, he had accepted the other party's kindness.
"From today onward, you will be my teacher for life. I won't change my mind anymore …"
Fan Xiaoxu made up his mind.
…
Hu!
A figure slowly walked through the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism. Even though he was walking amidst the crowd, no one noticed him at all. It was as if the space around him had warped, preventing light from reaching him at all.
He was no other than Zhang Xuan, who had just entered the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism.
His goal was to enter the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism stealthily, and since he was already here, there was no need for him to disguise himself anymore.
Thus, he did not walk too far before releasing the real Fan Xiaoxu. Fearing that his disguise would be exposed, he even imparted a portion of his memories to the other party.
Obtaining the complete heritage of the soul oracles and implanting a portion of his memories without harming his original body was a walk in the park for him.
As for how many opponents Fan Xiaoxu would be able to defeat and what kind of fighting prowess he would be able to wield with this portion of memories, Zhang Xuan could not be bothered with that.
While this kind of impartation could raise one's fighting prowess significantly within a short period of time, it was still not as solid as Fan Xiaofeng and the others, who had gone through countless battles.
In other words, Fan Xiaoxu might be able to surpass the two of them for the time being, but as time passed, the two of them would eventually surpass him.
Of course, it was very likely that he had already uncovered Kong Shi's secret and left the area by then.
Putting this matter aside, Zhang Xuan continued walking forward. He circled around the city-like buildings of the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism before his eyes finally fell on a towering room.
"The Ancestral Hall of the Sage … If there's any secret, it should be here!"
Zhang Xuan's eyebrows shot up.
The room before him was a unique structure that Mingshi Tang did not possess — the Ancestral Hall of the Sage.
Only Kong Shi's personal belongings and sculptures were displayed in the room for worship.
If there was any secret that he wanted to uncover, this should be the place.
Realizing this, Zhang Xuan took in a deep breath before slowly making his way toward the Ancestral Hall.
Weng!
Before he could even reach the Ancestral Hall, he suddenly felt a burst of light descending upon him. It seemed like a formation had unraveled the secrets of the spatial seal and noticed him hiding in the void.
Hong long!
Following which, a massive palm tore through space to grab him. Even before the palm could reach him, the surrounding space was already collapsing. It was as if the entire world was on the verge of exploding.
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