Peerless Taoist

" During that argument, Yi Han and I talked for three days and three nights, and in the end, Yi Han and I reached a draw. However, this is not the result I want."    

" The Heavenly Dao is dreadful. If I want to take another step forward, I will never admit defeat here. Thus, I chose to disband the army and only leave behind this historical remains. When my descendants comprehend what I have learned, I will pass on my entire life of literature and Dao to you. "    

That voice seemed to have come from above the nine heavens, filled with solemnity and dignity.    

When everyone heard these words, a tempestuous storm stirred in their hearts.    

Even the white-haired Confucian stood up and said with a trembling voice, "You are the Scholarly Sage, Zi Rong?"    

In the ancient times, Confucianism had two major sects. One was psychology, and the other was science.    

These two sects had different ideologies, so the Confucians often argued with each other, wanting to prove that they were wrong.    

Even the Scholars and Saints of the two sects were the same.    

The last Literary Sage to ascend a thousand years ago was Yi Han. He did not expect that the Literary Sage was someone from the same generation as Yi Han.    

"We pay our respects to the Sage."    

All the Confucians bowed to the skinny old man in unison.    

I can't argue with you until you lose. Even if it's a draw, I won't accept it.    

A person who would rather die than admit that his ideals couldn't suppress his opponent.    

This kind of willpower was simply terrifying.    

The thin old man said lightly, "I don't want my knowledge inheritance to be cut off. This phantom image should be the last afterimage I left behind between heaven and earth."    

"You all should cultivate well. I hope that my Dao will not be lonely"    

Dazzling golden light instantly scattered on the surrounding people.    

For a moment, everyone who was surrounding the light figure of the Sage Wen was simultaneously enveloped by this golden light. Every single person's head flashed with an intelligent light.    

As if they had been enlightened, in an instant, many people's Wen Dao cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds.    

"I, wait!" Li Xian was extremely anxious. He had never thought that this would be the result.    

Although he was proud, this was related to Wen Sheng's inheritance, so he had to obtain it no matter what.    

However, just as he ran over, the golden light around him disappeared.    

Many people were still immersed in the state of being taught and taken care of. Many people directly closed their eyes and muttered something, as if they had gained some insight.    

Everything was too late.    

The white-haired Confucian suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly laughed loudly. "This old man can actually break through to the realm of literature again while I'm still alive, hahahaha!"    

Bright laughter resounded through the clouds, stirring up the noble aura in the surroundings and gathering in his direction.    

When the surrounding people saw this scene, they all looked at the white-haired Confucian in shock.    

However, they quickly regained their senses and immediately recalled the inheritance they had once received.    

"Worthy of being the inheritance of the Sage. Truly ingenious!"    

"I feel like I've saved ten years of hard work. No, my future cultivation has become even clearer!"    

This inheritance was simply something that only happened once in a thousand years.    

In order to prevent his inheritance from disappearing, Wen Sheng Zirong not only imparted his understanding of literature to everyone, but also some of his cultivation insights.    

It could be said that after this, more geniuses would emerge from the White Deer Academy.    

"I... I actually wasted this opportunity!" Li Xian looked at the surrounding people who were immersed in the joy of obtaining the inheritance. A wave of jealousy could no longer be restrained.