Speed is possible, but it can't fly.
Ye Tian's speed made Chen Zhang panic. He was just struggling on the fifth floor, and now, in the blink of an eye, he had reached the fifteenth floor. And there was no sign of him running out of energy and stopping.
In the blink of an eye.
At the sixteenth floor...the twentieth floor...the twenty-fifth floor.
Ye Tian's speed gradually slowed down. This was his first time climbing to the top of the Confucian Haoran Tower. How could he be so fast on his first visit?
The twenty-fifth floor—this is a height that many students of Confucian academies could never reach in their entire lives.
Just how great were Ye Tian's talents and ambitions that he was able to reach the twenty-fifth floor on his first visit to the tower?
Chen Zhang couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration; only someone with a heart for the world could ascend the tower so quickly.
Chen Dexing was completely impressed. He exclaimed, "Fellow Daoist Ye is no ordinary person. His ambition is so strong that he probably has the determination to help the world."
Inside the Confucian Haoran Pagoda.
Ye Tian is now bathed in the ocean of Confucian energy, and with the added benefit of Du Fu's poems, his journey has been almost entirely smooth sailing.
Each layer bathed him in Confucian true energy, constantly nourishing his limbs and bones, thus enhancing his strength.
It didn't put any pressure on Ye Tian. Up to the twenty-fifth floor, this single poem wasn't enough to support Ye Tian's continued descent.
After all, he wasn't the real Du Fu; he only grasped a fraction of the true meaning and cleverly reached the twenty-fifth floor.
Climbing further down became somewhat difficult.
"Forget it." Ye Tian glanced at the top of the tower with a complicated expression, just about to give up. Then he remembered the evil spirit hiding within him. Apart from this righteous energy, Ye Tian really couldn't think of any way to get rid of it.
We still need to climb a bit higher.
This poem by Du Fu is probably no longer enough to sustain him.
Ye Tian needs to copy another poem; perhaps only one line can meet Ye Tian's current requirements.
Zhang Zai's four lines from Hengqu: We scholars should establish a moral compass for Heaven and Earth, secure a destiny for the people, continue the lost learning of past sages, and usher in an era of peace for all generations.
When Ye Tian read those words aloud.
The scene before them had been completely turned upside down; the immense pressure that had just been exerted on them had suddenly vanished into thin air.
Ye Tian felt completely relaxed and pressure-free as he continued his ascent to the summit.
"I'm afraid the twenty-fifth floor is already Fellow Daoist Ye's full strength. This has already broken our academy's record. Truly a peerless genius," Chen Dexing praised.
At this moment.
Chen Zhang was taken aback, then pointed to the distance and said, "Fellow Daoist Ye, why are you still climbing? The twenty-fifth floor... the thirtieth floor... the fortieth floor."
This speed is even more incredible than before.
Even if the shackles of spiritual energy could be broken, flying wouldn't be that fast.
Chen Zhang swallowed hard and looked at Chen Dexing, asking, "Why... is that?"
"I'm afraid Fellow Daoist Ye is the reincarnation of a great Confucian scholar, or perhaps he was a great Confucian scholar himself. He just mistakenly entered the Daoist sect, otherwise it's impossible to explain why he was able to progress so quickly."
“Everyone who breaks a record leaves behind their grand ambition, the number of levels reached, and their name. I’m now eager to know what Fellow Daoist Ye has left behind.”
"What kind of grand ambition could have allowed him to reach the top at such an abnormally fast speed? It's truly... astonishing." Chen Zhang was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.
Ye Tian did not stop on the fortieth floor.
Keep going until you reach the ninety-ninth floor.
Ye Tiancai stopped. The pressure of the Confucian and Taoist true energy on the last level was too heavy. It was likely that apart from those who had already cultivated the Righteous True Energy, the rest could not enter by relying solely on their grand ambitions.
never mind.
Having reached this point, we have already accomplished enough.
"Hehehe." A wicked laugh rang out shrilly, as if it were excitedly about devouring Ye Tian.
The song of the wild leeks played again, as if it were a funeral procession.
Ye Tian was startled. When he first heard the music, he thought it was a funeral for someone underground in the lake. Now he realized that it was a funeral for him.
joke!
With such a vast and powerful aura of true energy here, how could Ye Tian be afraid?
It was pitch black again.
It's another cruel underworld composed of Yama, the King of Hell, and the Ox-Head and Horse-Face demons.
This time, however, beneath the lake in the underworld lay nothing but skeletons and human heads, along with all sorts of shrill-screaming demons.
Ye Tian, however, was not afraid.
This time, he was empowered by such overwhelming Confucian righteousness.
Suddenly.
A book appeared behind Ye Tian, almost piercing through the heavens and earth of this underworld. Yama and the judge were instantly torn into hundreds of pieces.
A sage in Confucian robes reappeared, piercing through the heavens and earth once more.
Looking back, everything has vanished.
But then a hissing sound rang in Ye Tian's ears again.
This sent chills down Ye Tian's spine.
That wretched evil spirit is still watching me. No wonder I was suppressed in the lake. The Confucian sage who just appeared is the Confucian sage.
The being summoned by Ye Tian with his abundant righteous energy was still unable to destroy or annihilate the evil spirit that was affecting his mind.
It seems that this evil spirit can only be suppressed.
We'll figure something out later; for now, Ye Tian should leave this Confucian Tower of Righteousness. He'd gained quite a bit this time, besides temporarily suppressing the evil spirits within him.
Within Ye Tian's body, a pen, imbued with Confucian righteousness, had been condensed. It was located near his spiritual platform, though he couldn't activate it yet.
This is probably because Ye Tian lacks the understanding of the Confucian system; once he does, this pen might be of great help to him.
"But how do I leave this tower?" A question suddenly arose in Ye Tian's mind.
Several hours later.
Chen Zhang chuckled awkwardly, looking at Ye Tian who was still stuck on the ninety-ninth floor, and asked in confusion, "De Xing, do you think Fellow Daoist Ye doesn't know how to get out of the tower?"
Did you tell him?
"I thought you would say..."
I also thought you would tell him.
This time.
Chen Dexing and Chen Zhang both fell silent, then hurriedly transmitted their thoughts into the tower with Confucian righteousness: "Silently recite 'Leave' and you can exit the tower."
Ye Tian was almost bored to death inside the tower, unable to find a way out no matter how he tried.
You can't go down the tower; you can only go up.
Then he actually heard Chen Zhang's voice, and it sounded ethereal. He told him that silently reciting "leave the tower" would allow him to leave.
This is utterly outrageous. Ye Tian silently recited "Leaving the Tower" in his mind. He immediately felt a subtle sensation throughout his body, and when he looked around again, he found himself on the first floor.
The gate of the Confucian Righteousness Tower is not far ahead.
This amazed Ye Tian; this thing was quite interesting.
"Fellow Daoist Ye." Chen Zhang and Chen Dexing both had complicated expressions; they were deeply impressed by Ye Tian. Now they just wanted to see what Ye Tian's grand ambitions were.
At this time.
Zhuge Yanyu suddenly appeared and said coldly, "I'm back. The Ten-Mile Pavilion is already in an uproar."
"Oh?" Ye Tian chuckled. It seemed he was destined to become famous throughout the academy today.
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