Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 456 - 365: Rightly Transforming into a Dragon (Peak Climax in a Major - , Seeking Votes)_3

Chapter 456: Chapter 365: Rightly Transforming into a Dragon (Peak Climax in a Major Chapter, Seeking Votes)_3

"How could it not be acknowledged? The poetic meaning of this poem coincides with the Gongyang School’s theory of ’great vengeance’, and also conforms to the Saint’s principle of ’retaliate with uprightness against resentment, and respond to kindness with kindness’."

Duke Yansheng, Kong Xiude, had a stern face, struggling to control his palpitation: "This poem is full of grand momentum and intense killing intent, it’s a weapon for killing that is rare to see in a thousand years of Confucianism road. It might even be on par with ’The Song of Integrity’ in the future."

Kong Xiude thought to himself that people have always said that ’If talent under the heavens could be collected to fill a stone, Li Qianzhi would occupy eight decaliters’, and now it seems there was no exaggeration in this statement.

He now had a faint sense of regret for being involved in a conflict with Li Xuan for the Heavenly Key.

Just relying on the two calligraphic masterpieces left by Li Xuan this time, his name could be passed down through the ages!

If Li Xuan dies unjustly today, as his enemy, he, Kong Xiude, would naturally be seen as a sinister villain, and might even be criticized and discredited in the future!

Meanwhile, behind them, Sun Chuyun, who was forcibly restrained by Sun Jizong, her normally bright eyes were already glistening brightly.

At this moment, Li Xuan had once again dipped his ink and continued to write down those letters filled with murderous intent.

"——I yearn to learn from the old ways, to revive the heroic spirit. I consider reputation as worthless as dirt, scorning the mockery of the benevolent. I wear an iron-cutting sword on my person, capable of killing at a moment’s anger. As I offer wine poured from my flesh, ghosts and gods tremble at my discussion and laughter!"

Clang!

Once again, the sound of the bell resonated throughout the entire city. Many ghosts within the Dali Temple’s prison appeared one after another in the gray fog of death, wailing and crying before being swept away into dust.

Meanwhile, in Chenghuang Underworld.

A spiritual beast, similar to a lion, bearing wings on its back, a horn on its head, and possessing three pairs of ears, was looking excitedly ahead.

"Master, did you see that? Though he only left the capital a dozen days ago, his Hao Qi seems purer than before. He will surely help you dispel the Seven Poisons!"

"Indeed, his literary spirit is splendid! Offering wine from his own flesh, leaving ghosts and gods trembling with his discussions and laughter, that line really makes my blood boil."

The tall figure, pierced by countless chains and his body ablaze with seven kinds of poisonous flames, laughed and patted the spiritual beast’s head, "I’m also looking forward to that day."

"And I prefer the line ’Once the barbarians invade the Central Plains, heroic scholars flee and cowards weep’, given how the divine land has changed since you sacrificed yourself for the country."

The spiritual beast showed a puzzled look in its eyes, "Master, are you not going to lend a hand this time? There are too many ghosts in the Dali Temple prison, he might not be able to hold out till the end."

But the tall figure only shook his head, a deep implication in his eyes: "There’s no need. There’s an old friend I made when I was imprisoned there, who has waited for him for over a thousand years. Now that the world is changing, it’s just the right time to transform into a dragon!"

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In the Forbidden City, inside the Hanyuan Pavilion of the East Palace.

"The so-called theory of great vengeance originates from the ’Analects, Xian asked’: Someone said, ’What do you think of repaying evil with kindness?’ Confucius replied, ’Then how will you repay kindness? Repay evil with integrity, repay kindness with kindness.’."

Zuo Chun, a Daxueshi from the Zuochun House, a cabinet deputy minister, was standing with his hands crossed behind his back, looking in the direction of Dali Temple, towards the immense Hao Qi filled with endless killing intent rising from Dali Temple’s prison.

At this point in the entire capital, there were only a handful of people whose Hao Qi had reached the level of ’Purple Air From the East’, and even without guessing, he, Shang Hong, knew for sure that it was Earl Jingan, Li Xuan.

"The Saint believed that revenge was necessary for resentment, and gratitude for kindness was to be repaid with equal kindness. The Gongyang Commentary, based on this concept, compiled many examples of revenge from the Spring and Autumn Period. However, during the Han, Tang Dynasty, if Confucian scholars felt that the law and institutions did not serve justice, they would just draw their swords, like Xu Shu, like Zhao E, like the Martial Saint. Only later, as the Gongyang school was not conducive to imperial rule, it was prohibited by The Court——"

At this point, there was a flash of intense curiosity in Shang Hong’s eyes: "Therefore, the text written by Earl Jingan, despite its intense killing intent and bastardy, still conforms with the true intention of the Saint. This masterpiece of calligraphy, for us Confucians, is of great significance - it can be used to defend our doctrine and eliminate demons, and it can also help refine Hao Qi, enhancing our divine abilities to kill and eliminate.

"I wonder what the content of this written piece by Earl Jingan is, and what circumstances led to its creation?"

By Shang Hong’s side, there was a complex expression on the face of Crown Prince, Yu Jianshen.

As for the current situation of Li Xuan, there probably isn’t anyone else in this palace who knows it clearer than him, except for the Empress Dowager.

A sigh of regret resonated in his eyes: "The talent of Earl Jingan could be said to surpass the past and the present, I consider him an unparalleled minister of the country. Not too long ago, I attempted to recruit him, but was rejected by him."

In Yu Jianshen’s heart, there was an overwhelming sense of ’Alas, fair lady, you have unfortunately aligned with a bandit.’

"Why regret? The Earl Cheng Yi’s family has always been obedient only to the Emperor and never involves in court disputes. Earl Jingan’s stand, I believe, would naturally coincide with his ancestor’s. As long as you take the throne in the future, both Earl Cheng Yi and Earl Jingan would naturally become your claws and arms."

Shang Hong had already vaguely guessed what was happening over at Dali Temple. He figured the Empress Dowager and the Empress’s brother, Sun Jizong, were truly foolish, pushing Earl Jingan, who could have supported the Jin Dynasty’s fortune for decades, right unto their opposing side,.

But since things had already come to this, it was irretrievable.

Although Shang Hong regretted it, he could only move forward. The death of the Hufa of Neo-Confucianism in Dali Prison would still benefit the Crown Prince immensely.

Li Xuan currently held a great appeal among Neo-Confucianism scholars. He exerted great pressure on the Crown Prince, the Empress Dowager, the Zhengtong Emperor, and even him, Shang Hong.

With Li Xuan’s death, the balance of power in the court, which had already tipped, should be restored.

Shang Hong currently was only worried that the Emperor would intervene. The unusual occurrence at Dali Temple would surely alert the Emperor.

However, given the huge price the Empress Dowager had paid for this setup, he didn’t have to worry too much.

"There’s no need to pity if arms are broken, plenty of great talents exist in the world, right? But after this incident in Dali Temple, there will surely be a big wave in the court. Crown Prince, you will have to be careful——

As he was speaking, Shang Hong, suddenly sensed something and turned to the east. He only heard a ’bang’, the city wall built by Xuanqing Stone shattered completely, kicking up a large mushroom cloud.

A streak of red light then rushed in, and fiercely struck the wall of the East Palace.

"What is that?"

"Where did this demon come from? How dare it barge into the palace?"

"How dare a demon act recklessly in the East Palace?"

Guards from all over the East Palace were all angry, and the sound of weapons clashing echoed from all sides.

But at this moment, the faces of Shang Hong and Crown Prince, Yu Jianji, were frozen stiff.

——Jade Kylin.

They both recognized it very clearly. That was a Jade Qilin, the holy creature symbolizing the Saint of Confucianism, which has been extinct from the world for thousands of years!