bullyxtreme Chapter 129 Confucian Saint Tower Assessment
Chapter 129 Confucian Saint Tower Assessment
"What, has His Highness the Emperor reached the peak of his cultivation of the Daxuan Dao Sutra?"
The crowd was shocked.
These arrogant women present here are all extremely talented. They have been practicing the "Da Xuan Tao Sutra" for three months, and they feel like their heads are getting bigger.
It has not even reached the entry-level level.
Even Yan Lige, who is naturally a monster, has only cultivated to the entry level.
And Liang Chen has reached the pinnacle of cultivation?
Isn't this talent too terrifying?
"Yes sir, it may be that my talent is too poor and I have been unable to cultivate to perfection."
Liang Chen said very modestly.
Everyone couldn't help but roll their eyes. Do you think this is what people say?
If your talent is not good enough, then who are we?
Even the corners of Dong Yixing's mouth twitched. He had practiced hard for ten years before reaching the peak level of the "Da Xuan Tao Sutra".
It took decades to cultivate to perfection.
It took Liang Chen three months to reach his peak, and he still thought his progress was too slow. Isn't this too Versailles?
"It's been half a year since you started. Today we have the exam."
After Dong Yixing calmed down, he brought everyone to a square. With a wave of his sleeves, a towering ancient tower appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
"This is?"
Everyone is puzzled.
"This is the Confucian Saint Tower, with nine floors in total. Each floor has an assessment. Those who pass the third floor are barely qualified, and those who pass the fifth floor are considered outstanding. If someone can pass the seventh floor, they can graduate."
Dong Yixing said.
"Mr. Dong, what if all nine levels pass?"
Liang Chen couldn't help but ask.
"If you pass all nine levels, you can become the most holy Confucian of our time. However, you are still far away. It is impossible to pass the nine levels."
Dong Yixing shook his head. He only passed the ninth level test after he was a hundred years old. He was already the youngest person to pass the Confucian Saint Tower in ten thousand years of Confucianism.
Liang Chen was in his twenties. Although it only took him three months to practice the Daxuan Dao Sutra to its peak, his talent, understanding and state of mind were all excellent.
But if you want to pass the Confucian Saint Tower at this age, it is absolutely impossible.
The Confucian Saint Tower opened and everyone walked in.
"I'm looking forward to seeing which level His Royal Highness can break through."
Dong Yixing also disappeared in place.
The next moment, Liang Chen came to a school.
"Is this the first floor of the Confucian Saint Tower?"
Liang Chen said lightly.
"Yes, the first level of test is to recite the entire text of "The Analects of Confucius"."
An ancient voice sounded from all directions.
"Recite the Analects of Confucius? It's easy."
Liang Chen smiled slightly, and a panel appeared in his mind. The content on it was "The Analects of Confucius".
Because Dong Yixing would randomly check the recitation of "The Analects of Confucius" from time to time, Liang Chen had already asked the system to prepare cheat sheets to deal with Dong Yixing's random checks at any time.
Soon, Liang Chen started reading it smoothly.
"Pass."
The school turned into a void, and a teleportation array appeared in front of Liang Chen.
Liang Chen walked in and soon came to a beautiful mountain forest.
The voice sounded again, "The second floor of the Confucian Saint Tower tests Confucian students' mastery of the Six Confucian Arts."
"What are the Six Arts?"
The voice asked again.
"Etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and arithmetic are the six Confucian arts."
Liang Chen responded calmly.
When he was a child, he followed Dong Yixing and learned these things. Although he was not very proficient, he still knew something about it.
"Very good, let's conduct a random assessment."
After the voice finished speaking, the surrounding environment changed. The sky became gloomy, and the mountains and forests were filled with evil spirit.
Roar!
The roar of a tiger rang out from the mountain forest, and a powerful demonic aura was getting closer and closer to Liang Chen.
It was actually a huge demon tiger, looking at Liang Chen eagerly.
"The assessment is the way to control beasts among the six arts. Confucian scholars try to find ways to tame this demonic tiger."
The voice said again.
"It's easy to tame the monster."
Liang Chen looked overjoyed. If he was tested on etiquette, musical instruments or calligraphy, he might not be able to pass, but if he was allowed to tame a monster, it couldn't be easier.
Liang Chen took a step forward and turned into an afterimage and galloped away.
The next moment, he was like a man possessed by Wu Song, riding on the back of a demonic tiger, unleashing a furious bombardment.
"Woooo..."
After a while, the demon tiger curled up in the corner like a kitten, wiping tears pitifully.
"Xiaohu, come and shake hands!"
Liang Chen stretched out his palm with a smile, and the demon tiger stretched out its trembling claws and held them together with him.
"Be good, let's perform a handstand."
Liang Chen touched its tiger head and gave the order. The demon tiger could only obey and crawled upside down.
"Very good, I have tamed it. Did you pass the test?"
Liang Chen asked.
"Uh... I guess I passed it..."
This is also the first time I have seen the pagoda spirit of Confucian Saint Pagoda use such violent methods to tame monsters.
Soon, Liang Chen arrived at the third floor.
Liang Chen came to a study room, which contained only a futon and a table with pens, ink, paper and inkstones placed on them.
"This level tests the writing skills of Confucian students. Confucian students write an article on the topic of Confucianism."
Tarling said.
"Confucianism?"
"Do you believe in benevolence, justice, etiquette and wisdom?"
"Huh, these principles are not feasible in the world of cultivation where the weak eat the strong. In contrast, I believe in the principle that the winner is king and the strong is respected."
Liang Chen splashed ink and began to write.
"I'm done."
After burning the incense, Liang Chen stopped the pen in his hand.
"To achieve great things, don't stick to trivial matters, have a thick-skinned but invisible face, and a dark but colorless heart..."
"You, a Confucian scholar, how could you write such a deviant article? Do you know that you have fallen into the devil's way..."
Ta Lingqi was shaking.
"Hmph, what is the right way and what is the devil's way? All the rules in the world are just made by the victors. They are just methods to restrain the weak. The strong never follow the rules."
"I will not be bound by any ideological rules. I will be the maker of all rules."
Liang Chen said with a look of disdain in his eyes, domineeringly.
"A child cannot be taught."
Ta Ling shook his head helplessly.
"Open the door."
Liang Chen said lightly.
"Are you leaving the Confucian Saint Tower?"
Taling was stunned for a moment and asked.
"This level tests writing skills, not Confucianism. Why do you want to eliminate me and leave?"
Liang Chen asked rhetorically.
"This……"
Ta Ling was speechless. Although this level tested his writing skills, Liang Chen's thoughts had deviated from Confucianism. Should he continue to pass the level?
"Let him pass."
Dong Yixing said suddenly.
He is the owner of the Confucian Saint Tower and has a certain say in the assessment of Confucian students.
The tower spirit sighed and opened the teleportation array leading to the fourth floor.
Dong Yixing looked at Liang Chen's back as he walked into the teleportation array and said calmly: "The fourth level assessment is debate. He has deviated from Confucianism and it is impossible to win the debate."