Don't come here

Everyone looked stunned, intimidated by this spectacle.

Years ago, when Confucianism was flourishing, the heritage of literary spirit was an extremely rare occurrence.

Later, as Confucianism declined, the heritage of literary spirit became more of a legend.

Many people secretly believed that such a situation would never happen again.

But looking at the bright column from above, the pure literary spirit so vast, what could it be besides the heritage of literary spirit?

"This person is really lucky, but it's a pity, a pity."

The crowd was both admiring and regretful.

It was a wish that was not born of envy.

Evaluating a Confucian scholar is very simple, just look at two aspects.

One is moral character.

Ye Ning is unparalleled in loyalty and righteousness, fearless in the face of death, his moral character is impeccable.

The second is literary talent.

Ye Ning continuously spoke golden words, which could also be written as an ancient proverb.

"In life, everyone will eventually die. I only hope to leave a mark in history."

It is absolutely considered outstanding literature.

This type of person cannot be evaluated as an ordinary scholar.

This is a great scholar!

A talented and remarkable person, who is noticed and rewarded by great sages, there is nothing more suitable than that.

Following the heritage of literary spirit, an invisible force appeared in the imperial palace, and finally, the people in the hall paid attention to the situation outside.

"Three Stages of divine phenomenon!"

The people muttered to themselves.

Unfortunately, Ye Ning was born in the wrong era.

If he lived in the past, with the heritage of literary spirit, sooner or later, he could become a great scholar.

It is really regrettable.

But no one knows that Ye Ning who is favored by great sages, his mentality is about to collapse.

"Don't come over here!"

His inner self is shouting!

"Am I sick?"

"Is there something wrong with me?"

"Just because I read two lines of poetry, I caused such a commotion?"

"What is wrong with reading poetry?"

"Why treat me like this?"

Feeling the literary spirit pouring into his body, Ye Ning only felt overwhelmed.

He was gradually becoming stronger.

But he didn't want any of it.

Because as soon as he died, he could instantly become a Heavenly Emperor.

"I don't need to try hard, I still can reach the top!"

But things were no longer in his control.

The literary spirit poured into his body, every holy sound and melody swirling in Ye Ning's mind.

In his mind, there seemed to be a chaotic piece shattered.

Ye Ning's whole body bloomed.

The spiritual energy rose to a level never before seen.

"The literary spirit is complete!"

The crowd kept expressing their admiration.

If you want to have a great achievement in Confucianism, you must first condense literary spirit. Achieving literary spirit is absolutely not a simple matter.

From a certain perspective of Confucianism, it is even more difficult than the cultivation of immortals.

After all, the cultivation of immortals is only the pursuit of strength.

Confucianism, on the other hand, is the cultivation of inner virtues and external literary spirit.

A cunning person will not have Righteous Qi.

Nothing can prove a person's character more than Righteous Qi.

The literary spirit at its peak immediately reduced decades of Ye Ning's hardship.

He cultivated literary spirit, and the literary spirit in his body seemed to belong somewhere and rushed in.

This made his aura even more powerful.

This kind of strength made the emperor cheer and Ye Ning shed tears.

"I... I really don't want this!"

Ye Ning pinned all his hopes on He Yuanyi.

"Relying only on you, come, kill me!"

He Yuanyi also thought the same.

"This guy can be called a monster. In a situation like this, he can trigger divine phenomenon and reach the peak of literary spirit. If he continues to grow, he will become a great disaster to the Immortal Sect. I must kill him!"

He took a risk to kill Ye Ning.

He was resolute in his decision.

He rushed forward.

Then...

Like a kite with a broken string, he flew out backwards.

Clearly, the heritage of literary spirit was dominated by the influence of the image of great sages.

Even though they were not physically present, just a Spirit, was enough to make it impossible for an Immortal to resist.

If He Yuanyi were to act recklessly, what would be the result?

He continuously spewed three mouthfuls of blood, staining the steps red with fresh blood.

His body was like a torn bag, slamming against the pillar, then with a thud, fell to the ground.

His hair was disheveled, blood covering his body, and his face was pale.

It was obvious that the situation was not good.

Silence!

Countless people took a cold breath.

This scene was truly eerie.

Originally, they thought it was Ye Ning who was bound to die, but in the end, the immortal fell from above.

Looking at his appearance, it was unclear whether he would live or die.

Everyone looked at Ye Ning as if he was a devil.

This person is truly frightening!

Without even taking action, he still played the role of killing an Immortal.

But Ye Ning was crying without tears, looking at the miserable He Yuanyi, his heart burning like fire.

In his heart, he thought, and the words came out of his mouth.

"Come and kill me!"

He was very sincere.

He Yuanyi heard this, and the taste of mockery was too strong.

"You!"

He raised his finger and pointed it at Ye Ning.

Then he tilted his head and took his last breath.