Chapter 82
If I desire nothing, Heaven shall not allow it! [Part 2]
As the scroll was about to close, Gu Lin still struggled to keep it going.
A look of surprise and doubt flashed in Pei Hao's eyes.
Is there some secret weapon they haven't used yet?
To avoid any accidents, Pei Hao raised his hand and gripped his prized possession, the fine sheep-hair brush, and said indifferently:
"Still putting up a stubborn resistance? It's time to end this!"
Before he could finish speaking, with the blessing of the purple jade mark between his brows, he picked up his pen and began to write, each character brimming with heroic spirit fluttering about.
"Ten years of studying by the window have been spent in my sleeves; my ambition soars to the heavens."
"Ascending the Heavenly Ladder, I wield my dominance; with a single breath, I will swallow all challenge!"
Suddenly, with a roar.
The righteous energy manifested as a five-zhang-long ladder to heaven.
A majestic, heavy sword phantom stretched across the top of the Heavenly Ladder, its blade faintly reflecting Pei Hao's imposing posture as he looked down upon Gu Lin.
"Suppress!" Pei Hao shouted with overwhelming momentum.
Hao Ran Qingfeng thrust vertically towards Gu Lin.
The members of the East Temple turned their heads or closed their eyes one after another, unwilling to see the disheveled state of Chief Gu. This sword strike ended the matter completely.
This move was so powerful that it made them change their minds. Would the embryo of righteousness really be defeated by the Brahma Battle Body?
Suddenly.
The arena scene has undergone a dramatic change.
Without warning, a phantom pavilion rose from the ground, and Gu Lin stood atop it, his black hair dancing in the wind and the hem of his robe fluttering.
Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, he looked down upon the nascent power, facing the imposing azure blade so close at hand, and uttered eight cold words as if speaking with divine authority:
"If I desire nothing, Heaven will not allow it!"
The magnificent sounds of heaven and earth echoed endlessly.
Eight enormous purple characters reflected Gu Lin's illusory image, which instantly transformed into swords, spears, halberds, axes, whips, and maces.
That domineering aura spread in all directions.
With a single slash, he cracked the majestic green blade.
One shot pierced the sword hilt!
With a single axe stroke, he shattered the five-zhang-high ladder to heaven!
A sword pierces the painting, a halberd severs the river, and a battle-axe shatters mountains and rivers!
A whip and a mace sever the wall of characters!
Amidst countless shocked gazes, Gu Lin bent down, and as the tall pavilion crumbled and collapsed, he was only twenty steps away from Pei Hao.
Fifteen steps.
Ten steps.
They're getting close!
The members of the Wendao Academy stared wide-eyed, their throats tightening.
Even the most ordinary cultivators at the Meridian Opening Realm know what it means when a Confucian cultivator is approached by a martial artist.
The air was filled with the sounds of chanting and golden light.
Cover it with one palm.
Six swords are unleashed simultaneously from the fingertips.
Pei Hao felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his spine chilled to the bone. He was usually calm and collected, but now his face showed fear and apprehension.
"Defend against the enemy!"
He roared in frustration, the purple jade mark between his brows flashing, and another wall of characters emerged.
Rumble!
The wall collapsed.
The residual force of the palm strike swept over, sending Pei Hao flying into the air. He landed backwards outside the meteorite iron platform, his shoulder bones caved in, revealing his bloody tendons and bones.
The world was completely still.
Sunset Mountain was plunged into an endless, deathly silence.
Countless elite cavalrymen from the Holy Land stared blankly at Pei Hao, who lay unconscious on the ground.
How could that be!
The innate holy body of righteousness has failed, and failed so miserably!
He was defeated by the Eightfold Scholar, and by a peer who didn't even have a normal cultivation physique.
This scene shocked hundreds of newcomers to the Holy Land, and their blood felt faintly burning, almost boiling.
They never imagined that one of the absolute prodigies of this generation, Hao Ran, would suffer such a tragic fate, with his so-called invincible Holy Body among his peers completely shattered.
They couldn't even imagine that the limit of a Cave Profound Realm cultivator could reach such an astonishing level!
A long, deathly silence fell; no one uttered a sound.
Too many members of the Holy Land were captivated by Gu Lin's stunning and elegant move.
Inside the Xiezhi Pavilion, the officials of the East Temple were in high spirits. One by one, these high-ranking and powerful figures disregarded their dignity and composure, each displaying a radiant smile.
Cao Baihu was already beyond excited.
The newcomer, personally selected by himself, has made a strong entry into the finals!
Xuanyuan Qinyin's eyes held a complex mix of emotions, and her fingers unconsciously tapped the corner of the table, the soft sounds seeming to praise Gu Lin's elegance.
Putting aside the fact that she was tricked, she genuinely admired the battle.
Before the match, she couldn't imagine how this kid could win.
But now, the black xiezhi robe stands majestically on the platform.
Lord Yu, dressed in purple robes, suddenly turned around and said in a solemn voice:
"I hereby bestow upon Gu Lin a Confucian classic of the highest grade, a personal reward from me. Please deduct it from my contribution points!"
The senior executives nodded in acceptance.
It seems Lord Yu greatly admires Gu Lin!
This battle was truly stunning!
First of all, after four consecutive Chuzhou Grand Competitions, Dongsi has finally made it into the top two!
Lord Yu's trip was worthwhile!
Secondly, this junior officer's combat power is too extraordinary. He defeated a Haoran embryo with an ordinary cultivation physique. What's most terrifying is that he is only at the eighth level of Confucianism. Such a glorious feat will not only spread throughout Chuzhou, but will also be praised in several surrounding states. It will definitely benefit the reputation and prestige of Dongsi Temple.
Meanwhile, inside the pavilion carved with white lotus flowers, the atmosphere was exceptionally oppressive.
"My lord, it is the Chuzhou Academy of Literature that is incompetent!"
The high-ranking officials of Chuzhou offered their apologies in a formal manner.
The Fifth Master in purple robes sighed and chuckled softly:
"The loss was not unjust; the Academy of Literature must admit defeat."
"The only regret is, why wasn't he included in the Literary Academy when selecting new talents?"
The officials bowed their heads in silence.
They considered that Pei Hao might be defeated by Huo Fengchun.
But they lost to other newcomers?
This is utterly absurd and ridiculous!
However, it actually happened.
Outside the arena, Pei Hao received emergency treatment.
Half an hour later, he dragged his badly injured body onto the arena, his mind still reeling from the defeat.
As white cranes cried out in unison in the sky.
His opponent, Du Fuyao, exuded a violent aura.
After three moves, Du Fuyao was defeated.
Even though Pei Hao was physically injured and mentally disoriented, he still only used three moves.
Stepping off the stage, Du Fuyao looked dejected and sorrowful, realizing she had become a laughingstock for her own arrogance.
The Governor-General of Chuzhou announced in a loud voice:
"Du Fuyao of the Martial Peak Hall, ranked fourth in the Holy Land Grand Competition, is hereby promoted one rank according to the decree of the Divine Dynasty, and is rewarded with a low-grade Earth-rank cultivation technique and a low-grade Earth-rank magic weapon!"
"Pei Hao of the Literary Academy, ranking third in the Holy Land Grand Competition, is promoted two ranks according to the decree of the Divine Dynasty, and is rewarded with a mid-grade Earth-rank cultivation technique and a low-grade Earth-rank magic weapon!"
After a slight pause, he spoke with great passion and conviction:
"Next up is the final match of this grand competition, the battle for the crown of Chuzhou Pearl, between Huo Fengchun of the Martial Peak Hall and Gu Lin of the Eastern Temple!"
The surroundings fell silent, and all eyes turned to the two of them.
Who is truly qualified to represent the entire younger generation of Chuzhou?
At this moment, even the members of the Martial Peak Hall were not entirely confident.
A look of surprise and doubt flashed in Pei Hao's eyes.
Is there some secret weapon they haven't used yet?
To avoid any accidents, Pei Hao raised his hand and gripped his prized possession, the fine sheep-hair brush, and said indifferently:
"Still putting up a stubborn resistance? It's time to end this!"
Before he could finish speaking, with the blessing of the purple jade mark between his brows, he picked up his pen and began to write, each character brimming with heroic spirit fluttering about.
"Ten years of studying by the window have been spent in my sleeves; my ambition soars to the heavens."
"Ascending the Heavenly Ladder, I wield my dominance; with a single breath, I will swallow all challenge!"
Suddenly, with a roar.
The righteous energy manifested as a five-zhang-long ladder to heaven.
A majestic, heavy sword phantom stretched across the top of the Heavenly Ladder, its blade faintly reflecting Pei Hao's imposing posture as he looked down upon Gu Lin.
"Suppress!" Pei Hao shouted with overwhelming momentum.
Hao Ran Qingfeng thrust vertically towards Gu Lin.
The members of the East Temple turned their heads or closed their eyes one after another, unwilling to see the disheveled state of Chief Gu. This sword strike ended the matter completely.
This move was so powerful that it made them change their minds. Would the embryo of righteousness really be defeated by the Brahma Battle Body?
Suddenly.
The arena scene has undergone a dramatic change.
Without warning, a phantom pavilion rose from the ground, and Gu Lin stood atop it, his black hair dancing in the wind and the hem of his robe fluttering.
Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, he looked down upon the nascent power, facing the imposing azure blade so close at hand, and uttered eight cold words as if speaking with divine authority:
"If I desire nothing, Heaven will not allow it!"
The magnificent sounds of heaven and earth echoed endlessly.
Eight enormous purple characters reflected Gu Lin's illusory image, which instantly transformed into swords, spears, halberds, axes, whips, and maces.
That domineering aura spread in all directions.
With a single slash, he cracked the majestic green blade.
One shot pierced the sword hilt!
With a single axe stroke, he shattered the five-zhang-high ladder to heaven!
A sword pierces the painting, a halberd severs the river, and a battle-axe shatters mountains and rivers!
A whip and a mace sever the wall of characters!
Amidst countless shocked gazes, Gu Lin bent down, and as the tall pavilion crumbled and collapsed, he was only twenty steps away from Pei Hao.
Fifteen steps.
Ten steps.
They're getting close!
The members of the Wendao Academy stared wide-eyed, their throats tightening.
Even the most ordinary cultivators at the Meridian Opening Realm know what it means when a Confucian cultivator is approached by a martial artist.
The air was filled with the sounds of chanting and golden light.
Cover it with one palm.
Six swords are unleashed simultaneously from the fingertips.
Pei Hao felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his spine chilled to the bone. He was usually calm and collected, but now his face showed fear and apprehension.
"Defend against the enemy!"
He roared in frustration, the purple jade mark between his brows flashing, and another wall of characters emerged.
Rumble!
The wall collapsed.
The residual force of the palm strike swept over, sending Pei Hao flying into the air. He landed backwards outside the meteorite iron platform, his shoulder bones caved in, revealing his bloody tendons and bones.
The world was completely still.
Sunset Mountain was plunged into an endless, deathly silence.
Countless elite cavalrymen from the Holy Land stared blankly at Pei Hao, who lay unconscious on the ground.
How could that be!
The innate holy body of righteousness has failed, and failed so miserably!
He was defeated by the Eightfold Scholar, and by a peer who didn't even have a normal cultivation physique.
This scene shocked hundreds of newcomers to the Holy Land, and their blood felt faintly burning, almost boiling.
They never imagined that one of the absolute prodigies of this generation, Hao Ran, would suffer such a tragic fate, with his so-called invincible Holy Body among his peers completely shattered.
They couldn't even imagine that the limit of a Cave Profound Realm cultivator could reach such an astonishing level!
A long, deathly silence fell; no one uttered a sound.
Too many members of the Holy Land were captivated by Gu Lin's stunning and elegant move.
Inside the Xiezhi Pavilion, the officials of the East Temple were in high spirits. One by one, these high-ranking and powerful figures disregarded their dignity and composure, each displaying a radiant smile.
Cao Baihu was already beyond excited.
The newcomer, personally selected by himself, has made a strong entry into the finals!
Xuanyuan Qinyin's eyes held a complex mix of emotions, and her fingers unconsciously tapped the corner of the table, the soft sounds seeming to praise Gu Lin's elegance.
Putting aside the fact that she was tricked, she genuinely admired the battle.
Before the match, she couldn't imagine how this kid could win.
But now, the black xiezhi robe stands majestically on the platform.
Lord Yu, dressed in purple robes, suddenly turned around and said in a solemn voice:
"I hereby bestow upon Gu Lin a Confucian classic of the highest grade, a personal reward from me. Please deduct it from my contribution points!"
The senior executives nodded in acceptance.
It seems Lord Yu greatly admires Gu Lin!
This battle was truly stunning!
First of all, after four consecutive Chuzhou Grand Competitions, Dongsi has finally made it into the top two!
Lord Yu's trip was worthwhile!
Secondly, this junior officer's combat power is too extraordinary. He defeated a Haoran embryo with an ordinary cultivation physique. What's most terrifying is that he is only at the eighth level of Confucianism. Such a glorious feat will not only spread throughout Chuzhou, but will also be praised in several surrounding states. It will definitely benefit the reputation and prestige of Dongsi Temple.
Meanwhile, inside the pavilion carved with white lotus flowers, the atmosphere was exceptionally oppressive.
"My lord, it is the Chuzhou Academy of Literature that is incompetent!"
The high-ranking officials of Chuzhou offered their apologies in a formal manner.
The Fifth Master in purple robes sighed and chuckled softly:
"The loss was not unjust; the Academy of Literature must admit defeat."
"The only regret is, why wasn't he included in the Literary Academy when selecting new talents?"
The officials bowed their heads in silence.
They considered that Pei Hao might be defeated by Huo Fengchun.
But they lost to other newcomers?
This is utterly absurd and ridiculous!
However, it actually happened.
Outside the arena, Pei Hao received emergency treatment.
Half an hour later, he dragged his badly injured body onto the arena, his mind still reeling from the defeat.
As white cranes cried out in unison in the sky.
His opponent, Du Fuyao, exuded a violent aura.
After three moves, Du Fuyao was defeated.
Even though Pei Hao was physically injured and mentally disoriented, he still only used three moves.
Stepping off the stage, Du Fuyao looked dejected and sorrowful, realizing she had become a laughingstock for her own arrogance.
The Governor-General of Chuzhou announced in a loud voice:
"Du Fuyao of the Martial Peak Hall, ranked fourth in the Holy Land Grand Competition, is hereby promoted one rank according to the decree of the Divine Dynasty, and is rewarded with a low-grade Earth-rank cultivation technique and a low-grade Earth-rank magic weapon!"
"Pei Hao of the Literary Academy, ranking third in the Holy Land Grand Competition, is promoted two ranks according to the decree of the Divine Dynasty, and is rewarded with a mid-grade Earth-rank cultivation technique and a low-grade Earth-rank magic weapon!"
After a slight pause, he spoke with great passion and conviction:
"Next up is the final match of this grand competition, the battle for the crown of Chuzhou Pearl, between Huo Fengchun of the Martial Peak Hall and Gu Lin of the Eastern Temple!"
The surroundings fell silent, and all eyes turned to the two of them.
Who is truly qualified to represent the entire younger generation of Chuzhou?
At this moment, even the members of the Martial Peak Hall were not entirely confident.