888: A lifetime of cultivation, wasting years.

"Oh? What kind of person?"

The Confucian Sage asked, showing some interest.

Xie Weilou sipped his fragrant tea and chuckled, "The gentleman I know is also a man of the Confucian Path. He was born with useless bones and was fated never to Cultivate."

"Later, he just kept reading. As he read, he somehow read his way into the Dragon Transformation Realm Peak. Not long after, he reached the Divine Court Realm. As for now, I truly don't know what Realm he has stepped into."

The person he spoke of was naturally Grandmaster Meng Xiuyuan.

As a man of the Confucian Path, Meng Xiuyuan was naturally extraordinary, with an incomparably deep understanding of Vast Righteous Qi.

The Vast Righteous Qi within him was extremely pure, completely different from that of Xie Weilou. Perhaps only such a person could earn the recognition of the sage sword.

It was just unclear whether Meng Xiuyuan would come to the Eastern Wilderness. If he happened to arrive in Eastern Wilderness City, perhaps there would be hope to seize the Vast Righteous Sword.

Great Xia was indeed an incredibly unique region; the people born there were never simple.

Individuals like Yan Ruyu, and the various gentlemen and Elders of the Great Xia Holy Academy, were all extraordinary.

When the Confucian Sage heard this, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly asked, "Where is that person?"

Born with useless bones?

Read his way into the Dragon Transformation Realm?

Such a person was too unique; he was destined to be a great Confucian scholar, perhaps even a Saint.

Within the Daoist Sect, there were those who could achieve enlightenment overnight and see their cultivation soar.

But within the Confucian Path, such people basically did not exist.

The path of the Confucian required not only reading ten thousand books but also traveling ten thousand miles, constantly gaining insights from practice. Relying solely on reading to gain insight usually yielded little.

Yet, the person in Xie Weilou's words could actually read his way into the Divine Court Realm, which was terrifying.

The other party's talent, insight, and bone structure must be absolutely Heaven-Defying. He might even have grasped the level of the Great Dao—a level that had long since transcended the constraints of martial arts Realms.

If such a person could be brought into his sect, the Confucian Path would surely flourish again in the future!

Xie Weilou shook his head, "He is in a very far place. For now, I cannot find him either."

Whether Grandmaster would leave Great Xia, he had no certainty at all.

However, there was one person who would definitely leave Great Xia—that was the heaven-smashing, earth-shattering Song Shenfeng!

Song Shenfeng was also a person of immense talent. Once he left Great Xia and headed for a region with abundant resources, he would surely leap over the dragon gate, and his cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds.

"That is a pity."

The Confucian Sage was full of sighs.

Xie Weilou laughed, "Senior, there is no need to sigh. That kid Buxian is also quite good. With your personal guidance, his future achievements will also be limitless."

"That is true."

The Confucian Sage smiled and stroked his beard.

Regarding this matter, he still had some confidence.

As a dignified Half-Saint Realm of the Confucian Path, none of his Disciples were simple.

Right now, Xie Buxian had just stepped onto the path of Cultivation and was at the age to learn. His future certainly would not be weak.

It was even possible he would surpass his other Disciples, or even surpass him, his teacher.

Xie Weilou smiled and put down his teacup, "As for Buxian's matters, I will trouble you to take care of him, Old Senior. I need to go out for a stroll."

The Confucian Sage said meaningfully, "There is a bit of trouble coming. Deal with it before you go out."

"Fine! I will go take a look."

Xie Weilou stood up and left the small courtyard.

Not long after.

Xie Weilou arrived at the main courtyard of the Hongru Academy. The gentlemen and Disciples of the academy had already gathered here, and a chessboard was placed in the center.

Just like when Gongsun Yuan came to challenge the academy before, this time an old man in green robes had arrived.

This old man was none other than the Chess Saint of the Zhongzhou Academy, a powerhouse at the Peak Creation Realm. Counting it up, he was also an old antique.

"Yo! The academy seems even livelier today."

Xie Weilou walked over with a smile.

...

Everyone's gaze fell upon Xie Weilou.

There were two gentlemen present this time.

Three Sages, Ye Ziran.

Fifth Mr., Wen Jiu.

"Greetings, Mr. Xie."

The surrounding academy Disciples hurriedly saluted Xie Weilou, their eyes filled with awe.

Ye Ziran stared at Xie Weilou and thought to himself, "This is the guy who scammed my Master!"

The matter had been investigated clearly; the one who scammed Wang the Celestial Being was Xie Changan of the Hongru Academy, Mr. Xie!

It was always his Master who scammed others; he never expected his Master to be scammed by this Xie Changan. This Xie Changan was certainly not simple; no wonder he dared to kill people from the Zhenyu Marquiss Residence.

"You little beast with the surname Xie..."

The Chess Saint looked at Xie Weilou with indifference, cold light flickering in his eyes, his killing intent extremely dense.

"Which old dog is barking?"

Hearing the words "little beast," Xie Weilou immediately triggered his passive skill: roasting people!

He looked at the Chess Saint and frowned, "I wonder who this Senior is?"

The Chess Saint said indifferently, "I am the Chess Saint, Gongsun Yuan's Master!"

"Chess Saint? Is your cultivation at the Half-Saint Realm, or are you a true Saint?"

Xie Weilou asked with feigned curiosity.

...

The Chess Saint's face sank. What did this kid mean by asking that?

Did he think he wasn't worthy of the title "Saint"?

Did having the title "Saint" mean one must be a Saint?

Many Dynasty emperors also had the title of Emperor, but they were not true Great Emperors!

Xie Weilou guessed what the Chess Saint was thinking. He smiled and said, "It's not that I think Senior is unworthy of the title 'Saint.' I just thought of a few things."

"What things?"

The Chess Saint said with a sunken face.

Xie Weilou said, "Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs—all are elegant! They focus on self-cultivation and character. Yet, Senior was triggered by a casual question of mine. It shows that your Heart-Nature and cultivation are still lacking. I estimate that Senior's chess path isn't that strong either. If it's too weak, it really doesn't deserve the title 'Saint'."

When it came to roasting these old things, it was Xie Weilou's favorite activity. It was just a matter of wagging his tongue—a basic skill for someone from Earth. He could make the other party vomit blood!

"You..."

The Chess Saint was furious. He really wanted to slap the little beast Xie Weilou to death.

His title of Chess Saint was given by outsiders; it was a symbol of his invincibility in the chess path.

After playing against many chess experts and finding no opponents, he had gradually accepted this title.

He never expected to be questioned by a young brat today. How could he not be angry?

Xie Weilou smiled faintly, "Senior, don't be in such a hurry! Look at you, you are already quite old, in your twilight years, and the Disciple you took has died. I assume you haven't found a new successor for your skills yet. If you get so angry that you ruin your health, or even get angered to death, wouldn't that be a huge loss?"

"little beast, you..."

The Chess Saint subconsciously clenched his fists, his breathing becoming rapid. He really wanted to kill.

But he dared not kill at this moment. At the very least, as long as the other party did not step onto the chessboard, he dared not act rashly.

He came here to participate in the second game between the Zhongzhou Academy and the Hongru Academy. If the opponent did not get on the chessboard, he could not make a move.

Xie Weilou laughed dumbly, "Look, you are anxious again! You have Cultivated a lifetime, wasted years, and lived a thousand years in vain, yet you are only in the Creation Realm. Have you never thought about whether it is your talent that is poor, or your Heart-Nature that is poor?"

"I f***ing..."

The Chess Saint's inner frustration deepened. He was completely triggered and cursed outright.

He was at the Peak Creation Realm—and this was called poor talent and poor Heart-Nature?

Among the major forces, someone like him could be called a veteran Elder.

Only this little beast before him dared to speak such arrogant words.

This little beast was truly skilled at making people angry!