Chapter 54: The Confucian Path Wanes, I Shall Be the New Saint!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation       Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Holding the Sancai Seal in hand.

He Yuanfeng stepped forward, his body surging with a mystical aura. His already formidable presence climbed further, rising a notch higher.

The powerful figures in the front row sensed this change, their eyes widening in disbelief.

Nobody expected He Yuanfeng to step into the Transcendence Stage under these circumstances!

A hint of a smile appeared on He Yuanfeng’s face.

Yet his ambition did not stop there.

He raised the Sancai Seal in his hand, chanting obscure scriptures.

As He Yuanfeng rose into the air, the Sancai Seal glowed, enveloping the entire square.

To those who activated their pupil techniques at that moment, it was visible:

strands of bright yellow threads emerging from the tops of the Sancai Academy disciples’ heads, drawn by the Sancai Seal and entering He Yuanfeng’s body.

Not just at Sancai Square, but across the entire territory of Sancai Academy, and wherever its branches were located, countless threads converged into a sea, rushing towards the main temple!

By now, the powerful ones at Sancai Square had realized something was amiss. The actions of the old Chancellor of the Sancai Academy were extraordinarily unusual.

Shen Li suddenly stood up, looking at He Yuanfeng in the sky: “Master, what are you doing?!”

He Yuanfeng looked down at his disciple, then at the crowd, and declared loudly:

“Today, I shall harvest the talent of the world, using the literary fortune of all Confucian scholars to forge a Saint’s fruit!”

Those bright yellow threads were the “Talent Qi” unique to scholars.

“What, what?!”

Shen Li couldn’t believe his ears.

Expressions of disbelief were mirrored on the faces of others around.

He Yuanfeng, floating in mid-air, looked down at the crowd of Sancai Academy with a resolute and icy gaze.

From the beginning, this academy celebration had been a stage meticulously planned by Chancellor He for himself.

Where was the promise of establishing a heart for the heaven and earth?

Simply put, it had never existed. It was merely a performance by He Yuanfeng.

He had been trapped at the peak of the Mahayana Stage for too long.

So long that his lifespan was nearing its end.

But He Yuanfeng was not ready to die.

During a “chance” discovery, he came across a secret technique.

It detailed a method to harvest the world’s talent, sacrificing the literary fortune and cultivation paths of all Confucian scholars, to ascend to sainthood on earth.

The secret technique was described in such detail that it terrified He Yuanfeng.

He once thought that such a method must have been devised by an enemy of the ancient Confucian path.

After deducing its outcome, he hesitated for a long time.

Because He Yuanfeng knew well.

If he really did this and succeeded, it would mean the end of the path for all Confucian cultivators, leaving no future prospects.

He would personally destroy the entire Confucian path, eradicating its teachings from the world.

But in the end, He Yuanfeng chose this path.

His desire for immortality was too strong.

The closer his end approached, the more he feared death.

Moreover, becoming a saint on earth… was too tempting.

Under the pressure of death and the lure of sainthood, he ultimately abandoned his five-thousand-year perseverance, forgetting his youthful oath before the images of the sages, and opened the secret technique.

Following the requirements of the secret method, he prepared this academy celebration, using the public manifestation to accumulate his prestige and fortune to the peak.

In this world, only he could use this secret technique.

Because he was the Chancellor of the Sancai Academy, the leader of the Confucian sects.

Only one who carries the fate of the Confucian path could sever it to execute this technique.

And now, just taking the first step of the ritual had already made him a Transcendent Stage cultivator.

He Yuanfeng felt exhilarated, letting out a long howl. The Sancai Seal in his hand vibrated and glowed, attracting a massive amount of Talent Qi from all directions.

Almost at this moment, all Confucian powers felt a premonition. Their paths were about to be severed, their cultivation doomed!

“Master, please stop!”

“The path belongs to the people of the world, the talent is theirs. Master, your actions today are no different from a thief!”

He Yuanfeng glanced at him and flicked his sleeve, knocking Shen Li back down.

How could Shen Li, who had been in the Mahayana phase for only three hundred years, stand against He Yuanfeng, who had completed the Tribulation Phase and wielded the Sancai Seal?

“A thief of a hook shall be executed, a thief of a nation becomes a marquis!”

He Yuanfeng scolded his disciple:

“I’m merely borrowing some talent. Once I obtain the Saint’s fruit, I will open a new path for all Confucian cultivators. Then, I will be the new Confucian

Saint!”

“He’s gone mad, truly mad!”

A powerful figure gritted his teeth.

“We came in avatars; confronting him might be beyond our capabilities,” someone said.

An old man beside them shook his head, remaining silent.

He Yuanfeng, daring to defy the world and commit such an act of thievery, must have prepared a contingency plan.

In the heavens and earth, a drastic change unfolded.

A massive hand of mana, originating from the direction of Zhongzhou, stretched across billions of miles of mountains and rivers, descending with oppressive force.

A powerful being in their true form was attempting to stop He Yuanfeng’s actions.

He Yuanfeng let out a cold laugh, neither dodging nor evading. However, his body burst forth with an extremely dazzling golden light.

Upon closer inspection, this golden light was composed of countless tiny threads, densely woven together.

The light extended one zhang, two zhang, three zhang…

Only after reaching a thousand Zhang did the expansion of the golden light cease.

The mana hand fell upon the golden light, dissolving into it as if it were a stone sinking into the ocean, vanishing without a trace.

“This is the Heavenly Dao’s virtue!”

The grey-robed abbess from the Seven Dust Temple recognized the source of this golden light, her expression turning grave.

“Let alone a single attack, even if you all came in your true forms, I would remain unafraid!” He Yuanfeng, holding the Sancai Seal, boomed across the sky, “As the leader of the Confucian path, this Heavenly Dao’s virtue is rightfully mine to use!”

The ancient Confucian tradition, passed down to the present, has enlightened the people and educated the masses, accumulating immense Heavenly Dao’s virtue.

The Sancai Academy, inheriting this ancient tradition, also received a portion of this Heavenly Dao’s virtue.

Now manifested in He Yuanfeng, it spanned a thousand Zhang!

This thousand-zhang body of virtue was He Yuanfeng’s greatest reliance for daring such a theft of the Dao!

With the Sancai Seal in hand, He Yuanfeng feared nothing!

Even if all the powerful beings present came in person, he could withstand

their assaults for the duration of a cup of tea, supported by the Heavenly Dao’s virtue on him.

This time was not long, but enough for him to attain sainthood.

He Yuanfeng had already sensed the shift in the Confucian fate.

Somewhere in the Archean Eon Realm, in a humble thatched cottage, an old man writing at his desk suddenly stopped, furrowing his brows.

Beside him lay stacks of neatly organized novel manuscripts.

Yet the chapter he was working on, like a pen running out of ink, refused to flow any further.

On a painted boat, a refined middle-aged scholar composed poetry.

But after uttering the first half of a verse, the remaining words were stuck in his throat.

In the imperial examination hall, a student wrote vigorously, his words flowing freely.

Suddenly, his pen halted, unsure how to continue.

Similar incidents occurred continuously throughout the Archean Eon Realm.

The Confucian fate had been severed by He Yuanfeng, and the Talent Qi was extracted from scholars everywhere.

He planned to use the Confucian fate as fuel and the world’s Talent Qi as the flame to forge a saintly position.

A towering inferno was about to ignite.

He Yuanfeng looked up to the heavens and let out a long howl.

“The Confucian path wanes, I shall be the new Saint!”