Chapter 279

Su Chen's voice resonated through the entire venue like a great bell.

That soul-piercing power had an extremely strong infectious quality, as if it had brought everyone to the snow-covered Huishan.

Jiangdong Xuanyuan the Confucian Saint could have left Huishan to become the leader of the world's Confucian scholars, assisting the empire and achieving eternal merit.

But he chose to stay on Huishan, using his frail scholar's body to challenge the impossible.

Who says a scholar cannot reach the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm?

If the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm is not enough, then enter the Earth Immortal Realm, become a Confucian Saint, and ask the heavens and earth about the principles in the books!

Do not say a scholar has no courage; he dares to make the heavens and earth sink into the sea.

Jiangdong Xuanyuan the Confucian Saint's final strike, with ten thousand thunders falling from the sky, made Huishan as bright as day, making people's blood boil.

So what if one cannot have a good end after becoming a Confucian Saint? There are no regrets!

"Good! What a Jiangdong Xuanyuan the Confucian Saint; who says scholars have no courage? Look at Jiangdong Xuanyuan the Confucian Saint, this is a true scholar!"

"Magnificent Jiangdong Xuanyuan the Confucian Saint; we scholars would rather die than bow; scholars should follow the example of Jiangdong Xuanyuan the Confucian Saint."

"Reaching the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm through study; the Snowy Blades Jianghu is truly romantic, and scholars also have courage, but unfortunately, reality is not like that."

"That's right! I've studied the Four Books and Five Classics for twenty years and gained nothing; if I could attain the Dao, why would I have to endure the bird-like anger of those mountain bandits?"

"Jiangdong Xuanyuan the Confucian Saint was dragging a terminally ill body, studied for forty years, and endured all kinds of humiliation; can you do that?"

"Kneeling to the heavens and earth, seeking death! Respect to Jiangdong Xuanyuan the Confucian Saint, for raising the spirits of us scholars; even with ten thousand enemies, I will just die."

…

In the hall, all kinds of discussions were endless.

The ones shouting the loudest were some scholars wearing Confucian caps.

Of the six Central Plains nations, excluding Qin and Han, all nations used the imperial examination system, and how many scholars studied hard by the window.

But how many people could understand this hardship?

Often, people would say 'a scholar is useless' and then begin to bully them wantonly.

Just like Jiangdong Xuanyuan the Confucian Saint.

Studied for forty years, endured humiliation for forty years!

The family looked down on him, his brothers saw him as trash, and even his wife and children looked at him with cold eyes.

All of this made the scholars feel empathy.

And Jiangdong Xuanyuan the Confucian Saint's final words, 'invite the ancestor to die,' shouted out the inner voice of all scholars.

The ancestor represents power, represents the injustice of the world.

Even with the frail, ant-like body of a scholar, one must shout out that anger.

One day when the dragon gets water, it will surely make the Yangtze River flow backward!

Thinking of Jiangdong Xuanyuan the Confucian Saint's final triumph, the scholars were moved and couldn't help but yearn for it.

If one could attain the Dao through study in this world, who would dare to look down on scholars?

…

Seventh private room in the East District.

"Brilliant!"

"Jiangdong Xuanyuan the Confucian Saint seeking the Dao through death is exactly the Confucian doctrine of 'sacrificing life for righteousness.'"

"Hearing of Jiangdong Xuanyuan the Confucian Saint today, I finally know the backbone of a scholar!"

Zhang Liang was radiant and clapped his hands in praise.

Xunzi, standing to the side, nodded repeatedly; the heavy snow on Huishan and Jiangdong Xuanyuan the Confucian Saint entering the Earth Immortal Realm through death were truly shocking.

"Such a person is only the Third Confucian Saint; one can see the prosperity of Confucianism in this world."

"It seems Mr. Su has a good impression of our Confucianism; this is a great good."

Xunzi said with great joy.

The Snowy Blades stories are spreading throughout the world; this review of the Three Confucian Saints will surely greatly increase the reputation of Confucianism.

All scholars in the world will turn to Confucianism, and the Little Sage Manor, as the holy land of Confucianism, will naturally rise with the tide.

"It's a pity Mr. Su is not from the Great Qin, otherwise I would definitely invite him to the Little Sage Manor to lecture for a few days."

Zhang Liang said with emotion.

…

"Ding!"

"The host's storytelling is generous and stirring, touching the soul and causing a sensation in the entire venue; rewarded with 20,000 popularity points."

"Storytelling popularity has exceeded 83,000 points."

"The host has accumulated eight silver lottery cards and three bronze lottery cards."

"Please keep up the good work, host."

Su Chen listened to the system prompt in his mind and couldn't help but smile slightly.

Just by telling such a small segment, he had gained a full 80,000 popularity points.

This was something he wouldn't have dared to imagine before.

On one hand, this was because he was indeed more skilled and brilliant at telling the stories.

But the main reason was the increase in the number of audience members.

First, he stabilized the foundation of the Great Ming Jianghu with the Great Ming Beauty Ranking and Sword God Ranking.

Then, with the gimmicks of the Great Song Beauty Ranking and the Invincible Sword God, he attracted a large number of Great Song people to Seven Heroes Town.

This time, he attracted countless Jianghu heroes and scholars from the Great Sui.

It was only by relying on nearly 200,000 audience members that he achieved the current effect.

However, just attracting people wasn't enough; brilliant storytelling was needed to keep the audience.

Thinking of this, Su Chen unfolded his fan again and began to tell the story slowly:

"Next, the Second Confucian Saint, the Green-Clad Confucian Saint."

"The Green-Clad Confucian Saint Cao Qingyi, invincible in the game of Go, moved the capital at seven, his talent crowned the Hanlin Academy."

"Of the ten measures of elegance in the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm, Cao Qingyi occupied eight."

"The world says the Great Chu Empress, the most beautiful in the Spring and Autumn period, was a disaster, leading to the fall of the Great Chu; I, Cao Qingyi! Do not agree!"

"When the Son of Heaven is angry, a million corpses fall; so what if a commoner is angry?"

"That day, Cao Qingyi turned from Confucianism to Hegemony, entered the Earth Immortal Realm, became a Confucian Saint, and attacked the Divine Capital alone; no one could stop him!"