179: Wensheng was shocked!

Soon, a day passed.

Wang Long, bringing Lu Sheng, briefly introduced him to the members of the Shan Hai Army who would be guarding point 18 with Lu Sheng, then hastily departed.

At the gates of Shanhai City, Lu Sheng watched the Spiritual Qi warship slowly ascend into the sky, then transform into a streak of light and vanish from sight.

Finally, he withdrew his gaze.

Separation, in this world, always appears again and again, like a renewable resource; each appearance always tugs at the heartstrings of those who experience it.

Lu Sheng slowly turned around, the orange-red sunlight gently spilling onto his body.

It made Lu Sheng's back look a bit desolate.

Lu Sheng did not return to the hotel but went directly to the Sage of Literature's courtyard.

The Sage of Literature sat cross-legged under the stone pavilion, looking at Lu Sheng, who entered with an unnaturally somber expression, and couldn't help but smile faintly.

"What? One separation makes you so sad?"

The Sage of Literature's voice was extremely gentle, like a spring breeze softly caressing one's face, giving a feeling of extreme tranquility.

For a moment, Lu Sheng's sadness also dissipated somewhat due to the Sage of Literature's words.

Lu Sheng sat directly beside the Sage of Literature, smiling softly and saying, "It's not extremely sad, just a little unaccustomed to such scenes!"

"Perhaps... it's because my personality tends to value relationships!"

The Sage of Literature looked deeply at Lu Sheng and slowly said, "As long as the Alien Demons do not disappear, separation will always happen to everyone!"

"Some people experience only a brief separation, but others are separated forever by death!"

"Perhaps, one day, when the Alien Demons are completely driven out of Blue Star, such separations will gradually decrease!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Sheng first froze, then his body trembled slightly.

Lu Sheng fell into silence.

However, this silence did not last too long; soon, Lu Sheng raised his head, and the trace of desolation on his face vanished completely.

"Thank you, Senior, for clarifying!"

Lu Sheng smiled, baring his pearly white teeth.

Yes!

If he didn't want separation, then he would resolve the source of separation!

Since the source of separation came from these Alien Demon bastards... then... kill them!

The Sage of Literature glanced at Lu Sheng, then smiled faintly.

"Alright, now that your mood is mostly better, continue to Cultivate for this old man!"

"The God-Demon Contemplation Method is very important!"

Saying this, the Sage of Literature again handed the rice paper inscribed with the four large characters "God and Demon Contemplation" to Lu Sheng.

The smile on Lu Sheng's face stiffened slightly; good heavens, was it that urgent?

Helpless, Lu Sheng simply suppressed his other thoughts and gradually shifted his gaze to the white rice paper.

In an instant, his consciousness once again entered the black space... Time passed little by little.

Although the [Night Owl] team had left, Lu Sheng's days continued as usual.

Aside from the change in personnel guarding point 18 with him, nothing else seemed different.

However, guarding the front lines always carried risks.

A few days ago, while Lu Sheng was guarding the Shan Hai Great Wall, he encountered a Yellow Bell Seven Chimes!

This indicated that a Devil King-level powerhouse had made a move.

That day, Alien Demons, specifically Devil King and Demon Marquis-level existences, numbered in the double digits!

It could be said to be the most tragic invasion Lu Sheng had ever experienced.

On that day, the entire Shan Hai Army was mobilized, and even the Legion Commander of the Shan Hai Army appeared on the Shan Hai Great Wall, relying on the profound heritage of the Shan Hai Great Wall to repel the Alien Demon invasion outside the Shan Hai Great Wall.

At point 18, which Lu Sheng was guarding, a tenth-tier Alien Demon even made a move. Although point 18 still had a Golden Body Realm Martial Artist stationed there,

the number of invading Alien Demons was simply too great; Lu Sheng, a mere first-tier Shackles Realm individual, had to contend with dozens of Shackles Realm Alien Demons.

Ultimately, Lu Sheng succeeded.

However, seeing Lu Sheng's ferocity, the Alien Demons deployed two Body Storage Realm Alien Demons to attack Lu Sheng.

Even the weakest Body Storage Realm Alien Demon was comparable to a Martial Artist with over 100,000 Qi and blood.

Although Lu Sheng's combat power was invincible below the Body Storage Realm, facing Body Storage Realm Alien Demons, Lu Sheng ultimately had to use Heaven and Earth Hammer, forcefully slaying one Body Storage Realm Alien Demon before completely exhausting himself.

The other Body Storage Realm Alien Demon seized the opportunity, intending to kill Lu Sheng.

At that moment, Lu Sheng even thought he was going to die.

Fortunately, a powerhouse from the Shan Hai Army intervened, saving Lu Sheng from the Body Storage Realm Alien Demon.

This allowed Lu Sheng to escape with his life.

Even so, the immense side effects brought by Heaven and Earth Hammer forced Lu Sheng to rest for several days.

From that day until now, Lu Sheng had been in the hotel treating his injuries and gradually improving his Cultivation.

The good news, however, was that during these few days of Cultivation, Lu Sheng successfully condensed one hundred wisps of Confucian Qi, meeting the minimum requirement for the Sage of Literature's unique skill.

"Hoo!"

Lu Sheng sat cross-legged on the bed, his body wrapped in thick white bandages. He let out a long breath.

His eyes, however, were incredibly bright.

"I've finally Cultivated one hundred wisps of Confucian Qi. Now I can go to Senior Sage of Literature and wait for him to impart his unique skill to me!"

The corners of Lu Sheng's mouth curved slightly, but as soon as he moved his body, it immediately pulled at his wounds, and the intense pain made Lu Sheng grimace.

"But before going to Senior Sage of Literature, I still need to heal these injuries!"

Lu Sheng shook his head helplessly, then circulated all the Qi and blood in his body, repairing his Qi and blood little by little.

The next day.

The sunlight gently streamed down.

Lu Sheng also opened his eyes, and with a slight exertion of his body, the bandages wrapped around him instantly broke and fell off.

Revealing the hideous scars beneath the bandages.

At this moment, all the injuries had completely healed.

During these few days of treatment, relying on his abundant Qi and blood and powerful Physical Body strength, he had successfully healed his body.

Although not completely recovered, as long as it wasn't a violent battle, there would be no significant impact.

So Lu Sheng simply walked out of the room and headed towards the backyard of Haoran Tea House.

Soon, Lu Sheng, familiar with the way, entered the courtyard.

In the courtyard, the fragrance of chrysanthemums and plum blossoms gently diffused.

Lu Sheng felt refreshed and invigorated with just one breath.

"You're here?"

The Sage of Literature still sat in the stone pavilion, asking without raising his head.

Lu Sheng smiled slightly, walked directly under the stone pavilion, and sat down cross-legged.

At this moment, the Sage of Literature slowly raised his head, glanced at Lu Sheng, and a hint of surprise appeared in his ancient eyes.

"One hundred wisps of Confucian Qi, achieved so quickly!"

There was a hint of surprise in the Sage of Literature's words.

Clearly, even the Sage of Literature had not expected Lu Sheng to successfully condense one hundred wisps of Confucian Qi so quickly.

However, the Sage of Literature's expression quickly returned to normal.

"In that case..."

"It's time for you to learn my unique skill!"

"There's no reason for that old geezer Wu Lin's unique skill to have someone inherit it, but mine doesn't!"

The Sage of Literature's words carried a clear hint of joy.

Although the Martial Saint's unique skill seemed terrifying, there weren't so many restrictions on learning it.

After all, there were many Body Refining Martial Artists in Great Xia.

As long as Wu Lin wanted to pass on his unique skill, finding a successor wasn't very difficult.

But the Sage of Literature's unique skill was a bit more troublesome.

Even in a place like Shanhai City, where Confucian Dao powerhouses were numerous, the number of Confucian Dao powerhouses definitely did not exceed twenty.

Not to mention, the current Confucian Dao powerhouses in Great Xia were not very strong.

There was only one Confucian Dao powerhouse in the Entering Dao Stage: the Sage of Literature himself.

Even if the Sage of Literature wanted to pass on his unique skill, it would be difficult to find an heir.

Until the Sage of Literature saw Lu Sheng.

Although Wang Mu had previously found the Sage of Literature through the Apex Plan, he only performed the God and Demon Contemplation there.

Wang Mu did not learn the Sage of Literature's unique skill.

Firstly, Wang Mu did not possess the talent for Confucian Dao cultivation.

Listening to the Sage of Literature's words, Lu Sheng's eyes also curved slightly.

"My Legacy, to put it simply, is just a brush!" the Sage of Literature said with a sudden laugh.

A brush?

Lu Sheng's brow twitched slightly, clearly surprised.

The Sage of Literature gently waved his hand, and instantly, two identical brushes appeared in his hand.

A bit of black ink stained the brushes.

As the brushes appeared in the Sage of Literature's hand, a faint scent of ink wafted into Lu Sheng's nostrils.

"Watch closely!" the Sage of Literature smiled slightly, holding one brush, and in an instant, began to draw rapidly in the air.

One could see that the Void Realm was actually outlined with lines by the Sage of Literature.

Finally, the lines converged, forming a gigantic black character for "Kill."

With the appearance of this "Kill" character, a chilling aura of 肅殺 permeated the entire courtyard, as if the whole yard had transformed into a battlefield.

The ultimate killing Qi instantly spread out.

Immediately after, the "Kill" character instantly descended upon the Void Realm.

Thump!

Accompanied by a dull thud, an explosion rang out.

That part of the Void Realm, seemingly unable to withstand this terrifying power, actually caved in.

Even the surrounding space, at this moment, cracked open with hideous fissures.

Lu Sheng's pupils constricted slightly as he watched this scene.

Just a single "Kill" character was enough to forcibly dent the Void Realm; this power... was truly terrifying!

"My unique skill lies in this brush!"

"Using Confucian Qi to wield the brush, and with the brush, to outline what is in one's heart!"

"With what is imagined, slay the enemies!"

The Sage of Literature's faint voice entered Lu Sheng's mind.

Only then did Lu Sheng shift his gaze from the sunken space to the Sage of Literature.

The Sage of Literature smiled slightly and handed the other brush to Lu Sheng.

"Originally, I intended to pass this brush to my successor, but for so many years, the Confucian Dao of Great Xia has lacked a successor, and I have never found one!"

"Now you have appeared, but you were snatched away by that old fellow Kong Yunchang first. I can't very well steal Kong Yunchang's peach. Take this brush; you can be considered half my successor!"

"Cultivate this Imperial Brush Enemy Slaying Art well!"

Lu Sheng respectfully took the brush from the Sage of Literature's hand.

The brush seemed to be made of a special jade, cool to the touch, instantly making Lu Sheng feel refreshed and invigorated.

"The Imperial Brush Enemy Slaying Art primarily relies on Confucian Qi. Injecting Confucian Qi into the jade brush to outline what is in your heart, and finally forming it. The more and higher quality Confucian Qi injected, the greater the power!" the Sage of Literature's voice echoed in Lu Sheng's mind.

Lu Sheng's heart suddenly filled with understanding.

Lu Sheng gently closed his eyes, mobilizing the Confucian Qi within his Body Repository, and attempted to inject it into the jade brush.

Watching this scene, the Sage of Literature couldn't help but stroke his beard with a smile.

"This young fellow is still a bit too impatient. Although this Imperial Brush Enemy Slaying Art seems simple, controlling one's Confucian Qi and using the brush to outline what is in one's heart is no easy feat!"

"Just injecting Confucian Qi into the jade brush took me a day or two to figure out. This young fellow will probably have to suffer a bit!"

The Sage of Literature chuckled internally, a hint of playfulness in his gaze towards Lu Sheng.

But the next moment, the playfulness in the Sage of Literature's eyes instantly vanished, replaced by a look of shock.

"How is this possible!!!" the Sage of Literature's heart slightly trembled.

Lu Sheng, with his eyes closed, held the brush, and strands of milky white light gently flickered on the jade brush.

This was clearly the sign of Confucian Qi being injected into the jade brush!

Although injecting Confucian Qi into the jade brush might seem simple, much like injecting Qi and blood into one's weapon, it actually has a certain degree of difficulty.

Confucian Qi, an energy comparable to Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, is inherently extremely domineering.

Even if Confucian Qi is condensed within the Body Repository, if one lacks control over it, it is very difficult to control the Confucian Qi within the Body Repository as easily as Qi and blood.

Even those Confucian Dao powerhouses, who fill their Dantian with Confucian Qi, still need to practice to successfully use Confucian Qi to slay enemies.

After all, this is a power that can only be controlled at the Spirit Transformation Realm; it is very difficult for ordinary people to control.

And Lu Sheng, though in the Shackles Realm, is still some distance from the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Yet... right now, Lu Sheng actually succeeded in injecting Confucian Qi into the jade brush.

This also means that Lu Sheng's control over the Confucian Qi within his Body Repository has already reached the level of control over Qi and blood!

The Sage of Literature's gaze was slightly dazed.

He had spent a day or two trying to control Confucian Qi, and he had thought no one in Great Xia could surpass him, but who knew that Lu Sheng had only taken less than a minute.

As a result, watching this scene before him, the Sage of Literature couldn't help but harbor a suspicion.

Are the young people of this era all this terrifying?

Am I perhaps outdated?

The Sage of Literature looked at Lu Sheng, who had already successfully injected Confucian Qi into the brush, and his expression couldn't help but become a bit more complex.

He stroked his beard, comforting himself internally.

"That's just the first step. The second step, outlining what's in one's heart with Confucian Qi, is the hardest. I spent a full month on that back then. Even if this kid is a Prodigy, he'll still need half a month!"

"In that case, it's still acceptable!"

As the Sage of Literature thought this, he indeed saw Lu Sheng slowly open his eyes. Even though he had already injected Confucian Qi into the brush, he didn't know how to outline anything.

As a result, the brush hovered in his hand, unsure how to make its first stroke.

Seeing Lu Sheng's reaction, the Sage of Literature finally smiled in relief.

"To outline what is in your heart, the most important thing is a calm mind. Only when your heart is peaceful and you see through your own inner thoughts can you naturally use Confucian Qi to outline what you envision."

The Sage of Literature sat to the side, smiling and offering guidance.

The Sage of Literature was extremely pleased at this moment; this was how teaching should be.

If someone could learn simply by watching once, would it still be called a unique skill?

I am one of the Ten Saints of Great Xia, after all. If unique skills were so easy to learn, I might as well just find a block of tofu and bash my head in!

At this moment, the Sage of Literature looked at Lu Sheng's puzzled expression, feeling as refreshed as if he had eaten an ice cream on a hot summer day.

For a moment, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

But not long after, he saw the puzzled look on Lu Sheng's face slowly disappear.

Instantly, an uneasy thought surfaced in the Sage of Literature's mind.

"This kid... he couldn't have comprehended it, could he??"

The Sage of Literature was instantly shaken, staring intently at Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng closed his eyes, and a vast and righteous Qi instantly emerged from his body.

Accompanied by faint, indistinct sounds.

Suddenly, Lu Sheng, who had been stiff, vigorously waved the brush in his hand, and drops of black ink gently scattered into the air.

The speed was slow, but it truly left traces in the Void Realm!

"This..."

Watching this scene, the Sage of Literature's heart was instantly swept by tumultuous waves of shock.

How long had it been?

Less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn?

This fellow had actually already learned it??

At this moment, countless question marks appeared in the Sage of Literature's mind.

This guy... does he have to be this terrifying?