However, Li Xuan’s face remained serene. With a ’shua’ sound, he opened his Song of Righteousness folding fan again and waved it in front of his chest. "As I said before, Duke Yansheng is ddling too much. When did the inheritance of the Hufa of Neo-Confucianism ever require approval from Duke Yansheng?"
Master Yu and the forefathers of Neo-Confucianism entrusted the Wenshan Seal to , hoping that I could uphold the orthodoxy of Neo-Confucianism. If I lost the Wenshan Seal, it would an I lost the way; it would betray the trust of Master Yu."
He looked coldly at Kong Xiude: "Duke Yansheng, it would be easy for you to take this Wenshan Seal, but why not ask for Master Yu’s permission first, then ask for it?"
Kong Xiude was not surprised at all and sneered, "As expected, you don’t respect the laws and your superiors! It seems you are forcing to take action."
The Jijiu of the Beijing Guozi Bureau, who was standing not far away, couldn’t bear it any longer, "Your excellency Duke Yansheng, logically speaking, the inheritance of the Hufa of Neo-Confucianism indeed has nothing to do with you."
"Silence!"
Kong Xiude turned back, glaring at the Jijiu angrily, "I am the direct descendant of the saint and the leader of Confucianism. How am I not qualified to interfere? What is your motive in aiding him, Mr. Jijiu? Are you trying to separate yourself from our Confucianism?"
At this mont, his Hao Qi surged out again, ten tis stronger than before. A crimson pillar of Qi spanned the sky and earth, oppressing Li Xuan from afar.
And the students of Guozi Bureau present were all in an uproar.
"Eternal Hao Qi? Crimson-blooded?"
’Eternal Hao Qi’ ant Kong Xiude’s cultivation had reached the level of "the fourth gate, the eleventh house level", and his Hao Qi could be forever undying.
’Crimson-blooded’ indicated that the purity of Kong Xiude’s Hao Qi was comparable to the "Po" level in Martial Law.
"As expected of this generation’s Duke Yansheng."
"What a strong force, but it seems a bit unfair to bully the weak."
"But I think Duke Yansheng makes sense, I think this new Hufa is too young and lacks knowledge of Confucianism."
After being reprimanded by Kong Xiude, the Jijiu of the Guozi Bureau turned purple. But after so thought, he still swallowed his anger without a word.
Li Xuan, however, remained unruffled, leisurely waving his folding fan. Under his sleeve, his Wenshan Seal began to glow.
"It seems that Duke Yansheng wants to use force to bully people. But with this kind of Hao Qi, it’s hard to make submit."
Among all the current Gates of Fa, Li Xuan was least afraid of the Confucian Hao Qi. Judging by Duke Yansheng’s cultivation, even without external aid, Li Xuan could strain to confront him head-on.
After all, in terms of purity, apart from a few others aside from Shaobao Yu, no one in Confucianism could surpass him.
But at this mont, Kong Xiude sneered again. The next mont, countless Hao Qi erupted from all the students present and was forcibly extracted by Kong Xiude, transforming into a magnificent pillar of Qi, with Hao’s brilliance shining brightly.
The pressure Li Xuan faced at this mont increased manifold instantly; the ground around him sunk several feet in an instant, his bones creaked under the stress.
"You defeated Li Zhetian in the past by borrowing the power of many students from Nanjing Guozi Bureau. Now, let show you what Li Zhetian felt at the ti."
As Kong Xiude spoke, he stepped closer, looking coldly at Li Xuan, "You, kneel down!"
At this mont, Li Xuan felt as if he was being burned from the inside, his blood and Qi churning fiercely within him. The Armored Taotie was running at full capacity, absorbing the encroaching Hao Qi. The golden symbols on the original copy Song of Righteousness in the case also started to flicker, but these could only help him resist less than a third of the pressure.
The enormous pressure made many of his capillaries burst, and there was a looming possibility of his bones breaking.
Li Xuan absolutely refused to kneel to Kong Xiude, and his instinct was to bite his tongue, activating his Life Elent to resist.
But at this mont, a thought flashed across Li Xuan’s mind, and he suddenly rembered a poem and a notion of the sword in his heart.
Bite the green mountain firmly and never let go, the roots are planted in the broken rocks; enduring endless grinding and beating, still tough, regardless of the wind blowing from east, west, south, and north——
At this mont, in the Monunt Forest of the Guozi Bureau, dozens of students studying the ’Zhuyi Tablet’ were all astonished, looking at the surging sword light within the stone tablet before them.
At this mont, the students in the western courtyard of the Guozi Bureau were bewildered as they watched the falling bamboo leaves in the sky and the purple bamboo forming behind Li Xuan.
The several leading Darus, including the Jijiu of the Guozi Bureau, all narrowed their pupils.
"Is this... Purple Air Coming from the East?"
"Daoyi Faxiang!"
"Purple Qi is plentiful, integrating Qi and sword? This Hufa,, is truly amazing."
At this mont, everyone present was stunned, watching Li Xuan stand tall and unruffled under the onslaught of Duke Yansheng’s powerful Hao Qi.
He held the Bixue Leique Sword in his hand, looking at Kong Xiude who was now less than ten steps away. His gaze was as unyielding as ever, locking on Kong Xiude with a sword intention.
"I’ve already felt it, what about it?"
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