Chapter 夫子一言

The words of the Master were at the core of ancient Confucian principles, and their majestic aura accepted all, even the turbid air of this chaotic world.

Wasn't it all primal Qi of Heaven and Earth? What distinction was there between pure and impure?

"Come into my embrace!"

The Foundation of the Turbid World glanced at the territory of the Heavenly Demons, sensing the faint aura of the Celestial Worthy of the Primordial Beginning.

In that instant, the Foundation of the Turbid World hesitated. He had used his foundation, his full strength, all his means except for the Dao Fruit. The reason he hadn't used the Dao Fruit was because he was chasing after the Celestial Worthy of the Primordial Beginning, chasing after the body of H渾天. He had intended to approach stealthily and then launch a sudden attack. Therefore, he absolutely refused to reveal his aura before acting.

The Dao Fruit was the signature method and killing move of a Dao Fruit Realm expert.

But, with the foundation of the Dao Fruit Realm…

He couldn't suppress the old Master before him.

Could a pure realm truly reach such a level? The old man before him was definitely not in the Dao Fruit Realm, but without using the Dao Fruit, he couldn't do anything to him. Even if he wouldn't truly be defeated and killed, he couldn't defeat him. Did he really have to use the strength of a Dao Fruit Realm to kill an old man who had already passed away?!

This was too terrifying.

The Dao Fruit was purely a product of cultivation, which meant that the old man's realm itself was a Dao Fruit Realm without a Dao Fruit. Apart from not having a Dao Fruit, his control over primal Qi had already reached that level. Now, the Foundation of the Turbid World faced an unprecedented dilemma—

Should he disregard everything and forcefully use the Dao Fruit?

Then, forcefully kill the Qilin and the Master before going all out to block the Celestial Worthy of the Primordial Beginning and the other two.

Or should he not use the Dao Fruit and just use his current state to fight the Master before him to a conclusion?

One option was that he might be detected by the other side, requiring a quick battle.

The other was that the protracted time might be too long, allowing the enemies to escape.

The Foundation of the Turbid World made a decision almost instantly. Between two evils, choose the lesser. In that instant, the entire Turbid World seemed to freeze. All the spirits of the Turbid World felt the earth beneath their feet, or rather, not just the earth, but the cornerstone that supported the entire Turbid World was shaking, reviving, and roaring.

The Foundation of the Turbid World looked calmly at the Master before him, then bowed and said in a calm voice:

"To kill you with the Dao Fruit today would be an unchivalrous victory."

"I have been defeated."

"But you will die here."

As his five fingers clenched, the Turbid World, the highest level of existence, comparable to the Mountains and Seas, began to shake violently. It transitioned from a state of silence and stability to one of violent rebellion, as if the entire world, the entire universe, was attacking you, as if the cornerstone of this world was denying the legitimacy of your existence.

This was a conceptual erasure.

Ripples of tearing appeared in the void around the Master.

It was as if the entire world had become a thin sheet of paper, and that paper was being torn apart by two different forces. One was the foundation of this world shaking violently, and the other was maintaining the Qi of the world. But it was easy to see that the power from the Dao Fruit held an absolute advantage.

Calamity that could destroy the world almost instantly approached the Master.

The Master's expression remained calm. The Qilin was frustrated, regretting that he shouldn't have rushed into this Turbid World because he had found an opportunity for the Master to return. He also regretted his divination skills; his own death would have been fine, but he had dragged his teacher down with him.

Even with the Master's power, he wouldn't be able to hold on for long in this situation.

But the Master, who had personally forced the Foundation of the Turbid World to use the Dao Fruit to win, remained calm.

Confucians were not afraid of death.

Besides—

He smiled gently, "Although your divination skills, after learning them for so long, are only better than A-Yuan and Zilu, you can be considered to have not miscalculated this time."

Qian hexagram.

Nine-Five, the flying dragon is in the sky, it is advantageous to see the great man!

…

A moment earlier—

In the territory of the Heavenly Demons, Wei Yuan finally managed to rely on controlling Buzhou Mountain to suppress the conflict between the Primordial spiritual treasures and the beginning of tribulation, allowing him to awaken. The Kunlun Mirror in his hand also fell to his side. Daoist Tongtian's expression changed slightly, and a lot of anger suddenly rose in his heart. He wanted to point at the Daoist and scold him, but in the end, he was expressionless and said in a flat tone:

"Awake?"

Wei Yuan looked around, saw the corpses of the Turbid World experts in the distance, knew that he was in a safe place, and nodded in response:

"Awake."

Daoist Tongtian, who had originally planned to imitate Zhujiuyin's sarcastic tone from his memories, choked.

Wei Yuan said, "Thank you for your help along the way."

Daoist Tongtian was silent for a while and said faintly, "No need."

In the time it took to say these few words, Wei Yuan had relied on adjusting his own Qi to gradually recover his body, bit by bit regaining control of it. His right hand slightly raised, and the Kunlun Mirror, emitting light, naturally fell into Wei Yuan's palm.

And its flowing light began to converge little by little, eventually revealing an entire ancient city.

Pavilions and waterside gazebos, misty rain and towers, were all magnificent scenes of the human world, precisely the Divine Land of the Song Dynasty, clear and incomparable. Wei Yuan could also clearly sense the Qi of karma and opportunity contained within. At this time, Wei Yuan heard a voice next to him. An old woman with a beauty mark at the corner of her eye brought over a box of pastries and some rice porridge.

Her voice was gentle and sincere: "Sir seems to still be unwell. Why not eat some pastries first?"

"These have been passed down here. The ingredients used inside also have many spiritual materials, which are very beneficial for regulating Qi."

Daoist Tongtian did not speak to stop her.

On the one hand, he sensed that the other side did not have any hostility. On the other hand, he had faith in Wei Yuan's karmic characteristics.

If this thing had hostility or malice towards him, then relying solely on this karmic authority would be enough for him to make an instinctive choice. This was even more direct and effective than heavenly calculations, and could also be called intuition. When he saw Wei Yuan just pick up the porridge and take a sip, then eat a few pastries without making any other reaction, he lowered his slightly raised hand.

Then, he put his hands behind his back, with a calm expression.

As if he had never planned to do anything.

Wei Yuan looked at the Kunlun Mirror—if he was not mistaken, with all eight immortals gathered, only the last one, Cao Guojiu, remained. That also meant that as long as he went to enlighten Cao Guojiu, he could gather the Eight Immortals, then reverse the acquired to the innate, and recreate Fuxi's signature method, and then rely on this karma to create the Foundation of Existence.

At least he could completely stabilize his current cultivation and solve his overstuffed state.

Although, to truly allow that scumbag snake Fuxi to solidify his position as the Foundation of Existence for the Supreme Moral Celestial Worthy…

Museum Curator Wei felt like he had eaten a dish made by the scumbag snake himself, and he felt uncomfortable everywhere from his soul to his body.

But as things stood, it was too sudden, and there was really no better choice.

He immediately nodded slightly to Daoist Tongtian and used telepathy to ask him to help protect him. Then, he sat cross-legged on the bluestone and placed the Kunlun treasure, the Kunlun Mirror, on his lap. He formed a Dharma seal with both hands, and then a wisp of his divine soul flew into it. Layers of ripples appeared on the ancient mirror surface, and then returned to silence.

In an instant, he refined the false to return to the true. With the help of the Kunlun Mirror, he stepped into the long river of time.

Countless images emerged around him.

Then, they flew around Wei Yuan at a rapid pace, eventually as if stepping into the Qingming Scroll. The ancient painting-like scenery around him returned to normal in the blink of an eye, becoming real. The sounds of people talking, the voices of vendors selling their wares along the street.

There was no curfew in the Song Dynasty. There were places to play every night where one could have fun until three or four in the morning.

And by five or six o'clock, early market vendors and pedestrians were already going out, which can be said to be a place that was extremely prosperous in culture, life, and commerce. Wei Yuan swept his sleeves, and the clothes on his body had transformed into the iconic attire of this era. He inquired along the way, but in reality, he was just using supernatural powers and easily learned the current timeline—

The current emperor, that is, Emperor Renzong of Song, had two brothers of Empress Cao.

One of them took a fancy to a scholar's daughter, and in the end, he was driven by lust and planned to kill her. After she reported it to the authorities…

The officials dared not take the case. Moreover, the Song Dynasty shared the world with the scholar-bureaucrats, not the exiled soldiers on the frontier. Who would dare to touch the royal relatives, the current empress's brother? In the end, Bao Zheng personally took the case and forcibly beheaded two imperial uncles, leaving only one imperial uncle.

And where did the remaining one go? When Wei Yuan asked this…

Even the roadside vendors couldn't help but sigh, "Afraid of being ashamed, or something? He went crazy."

"He didn't want to be a prince, so he ran to the mountains to cultivate."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense. Maybe this Imperial Uncle Cao didn't want to cause any more trouble for his sister, so he did such a thing. It's also giving the emperor a way out."

The roadside vendors gossiped.

Wei Yuan nodded. It seemed that Cao Guojiu had already been enlightened by Lü Dongbin?

Very good, very good.

Wei Yuan felt happy in his heart, and then directly followed the karma to find him. His karma power easily found the place where Cao Guojiu was cultivating in seclusion. However, when Wei Yuan arrived, he saw that outside the secluded cave, there was actually an old man with pure white hair and beard, sitting backwards on the back of a green donkey, drinking and enjoying himself.

Wei Yuan's realm was Dao Fruit, Celestial Worthy of the Primordial Beginning. He recognized people not by their faces, but by their true spirit and karma.

But after just one glance, his expression instantly froze.

"Oh, Zhang Guolao is also here… Hmm? Wait a minute, Zhang Guolao? Hmm?? This is…"

"Holy shit?!"

ps: Second update today…