Traces of the qi of the will of the people enveloped Dongfang Shu, who was sitting cross-legged.
His originally flagging soul instantly solidified.
Outside Jinchuan City, the world was silent.
The sky was filled with bright clouds.
The power of becoming a sage was disseminated.
Whether it was Dongfang Shu, Su Zizhan, or He Jing who were standing in the distance, their expressions changed and they bowed slightly.
This was respect for a cultivator who had the power to become a sage.
This was a true Confucian cultivator!
Below, countless Confucian cultivators bowed.
Such a great cultivator deserved a bow!
Han Muye waved his hand, and his soul incarnation dissipated and returned to his body.
Then the jade-colored fan shook, revealing his figure.
Holding the fan, Han Muye raised his hand and waved it. All the poems in the sky landed on the back of the fan, covering the original words ‘calm heart’.
Dongfang Shu took a step forward and shouted, “Mountain Elder, are you returning to the White Deer Mountain Academy?”
Han Muye laughed and said, “Of course I will.”
With that, he led Kong Chaode, who was at a loss, and Lin Shen, who could not hide his sword intent, away.
White Deer Mountain Academy.
This Great Cultivator of Confucianism was the head of the White Deer Mountain Academy!
After Han Muye left, the swords in the hands of countless Confucian cultivators below did not dissipate. They were still held in their hands and vibrated softly.
Just as Han Muye had said, from now on, a path to heaven was opened to all the Confucian cultivators in the world!
The scholar wielded his sword.
Dongfang Shu watched Han Muye leave, cupped his hands, and shouted, “Dongfang Shu is waiting for the mountain elder to return at the White Deer Mountain Academy.”
His eyes were filled with determination and anticipation.
The four sentences of governance could enlighten all the Confucian cultivators in the world. By turning swords into poems, the Confucian cultivators in the world could do whatever they wanted with their swords.
Although Han Muye did not go to White Deer Mountain, he had gathered everyone’s attention.
When the teachings of White Deer Mountain spread throughout the Central Continent, it would be the time when Han Muye’s merits were completed.
With everyone’s expectations, would Han Muye be able to become a sage in one step when he returned?
Would there really be the opportunity of two Confucian sages ascending to the heavens?
“Mr. Dongfang, Yunjin is willing to send a copy of all the books from the West Garrison King’s mansion to the White Deer Mountain Academy to exchange for a spot for our little crown princess. I wonder if you can make an exception?”
Princess Yunjin’s voice came from the Cloud Brocade Flying Ship.
The imperial family’s ancient records were all precious items.
However, no matter how precious the books were, they couldn’t compare to the title of a grandmaster’s disciple of the White Deer Mountain Academy.
Moreover, everyone could foresee that White Deer Mountain would become another sacred ground for Confucianism!
Dongfang Shu revealed a look of joy and said loudly, “Princess, you are generous. I naturally have no reason to disagree.
“My White Deer Mountain Academy adheres to the principle of teaching without discrimination, but if there are any scholars who wish to come, we will not reject them.”
There was no discrimination in teaching. He would not reject anyone!
Anyone could enter the White Deer Mountain Academy!
Grand Cultivator Han Muye was a mountain elder, and so was Dongfang Shu. The White Deer Mountain Academy was definitely the holy land of Confucianism, second only to the Imperial City Academy!
At this moment, countless Confucian cultivators turned around and left.
If they did not go to White Deer Mountain now, when would they go?
“Sister, what about the 30,000 sword cultivators?” When the immortal ship turned around, Princess Yunduan looked at the sky curiously.
30,000 broken swords fell to the ground.
Princess Yunjin glanced at her and said softly, “This is a battle of the Great Path. Do you think it’s a game?
“The lives of 30,000 sword cultivators paved the path of Confucianism for Grandmaster Han Muye. It’s a worthy death.”
30,000 powerhouses, sword cultivators, formations that could resist grandmasters. Yet, they died just like that, without even leaving a mark?
Princess Yunduan couldn’t help but shiver.
This was the battle of the Great Dao.
30,000 sword cultivators died in one night.
Today, the world only remembered that Grandmaster Han Muye had established peace for the Confucian Dao. Who cared about the 30,000 sword cultivators?
However, if anyone still wanted to compete with White Deer Mountain and Grandmaster Han Muye, they had to think about whether they could defeat these 30,000 sword cultivators!
….
Half a month later, Han Muye and Lin Shen quietly passed through the barrier of heaven and earth and returned to the Western Frontier.
The reason why it took Han Muye half a month was that after Han Muye left Jinchuan, his Great Spirit and the will of the people’s power backtracked and he had no choice but to quickly refine them.
He seemed to have used up all his Great Spirit and the will of the people, but in fact, his comprehension of the foundation and his realms were still the same.
With the backtracking of his Great Spirit and the will of the people, not only did his Confucianism cultivation not decrease, but it increased rapidly.
When he left the Central Continent, his Confucianism cultivation was already at Grandmaster Level 2.
The moment he left the Central Continent and stepped into the Western Frontier, Han Muye felt an extremely familiar feeling coming from under his feet.
Full level Earth Favor and Earth Affinity power.
The Heavenly Dao of the Western Frontier was welcoming his return.
His qi and blood surged, turning into a long-horned black bull that roared at the sky.
The power of the earth continued to pour into his body.
Daoist Dayan, who had been hiding in the sword sphere, finally dared to fly out and land at the side.
In the Central Continent, he didn’t even dare to stick his head out.
His former master, Yuan Tian Sword Venerable, was the mortal enemy of the Central Continent’s Minister Wen.
“Congratulations, Senior Brother Han. Your body tempering path has entered the Earth Realm.”
When Han Muye opened his eyes, Lin Shen, who had been guarding him, spoke in a low voice.
Han Muye was already at the peak of the eighth level of the Body Tempering Foundation Establishment Realm. At this moment, the power of heaven and earth enveloped him, allowing his Body Tempering cultivation to break through to the Earth Realm Meridian Opening Realm.
As for spiritual energy cultivation, it would be soon.
In his divine treasures, the Spell of the Mortal World and the Great Spirit were surging, and the qi of the will of the people in his Qi Sea was a bit silent.
After all, this was the Western Frontier, and the power of Confucianism was suppressed.
However, Han Muye could feel the favor of the Heavenly Dao, unlike the Heavenly Dao of the Central Continent which hated the power of his Sword Dao.
Han Muye turned to look at Lin Shen and chuckled. “Instructor Lin, you’ve gained a lot this time.”
Whether it was sensing the prosperity of the Central Continent’s mortal world or the strength of the Central Continent’s cultivation world, it was all beneficial to Lin Shen’s cultivation.
