Confucianism under Heaven

Chapter 202 Breaking the Territory

Chapter 202 Breaking the Domain

Looking at the young man standing unscathed in the fierce wind, Yu Mengyang's shock slowly subsided, and he said in a deep voice:

"I didn't expect you to be so talented. I misjudged you. From now on, I will treat you as an ordinary student in the erudite class."

The other students were also shocked, and even Kong Zhixuan looked somewhat bewildered.

He couldn't understand why the other party had passed the first stage so easily.

"Sir, please bring it on."

Ye Ru raised his head and let out a hearty laugh, while those around him scoffed.

"You only showed mercy to me earlier because of your kindness. Did you really think you could pass through these eight realms? You're dreaming."

Yu Mengyang withdrew the surprise from her eyes and then said:

"As a student, one should always remain humble and set a standard for careful speech and behavior; otherwise, one will undoubtedly be asking for trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, the former flicked his finger, and the Weak Water transformed into the Weak Water River, like a silver river falling from the sky, cascading down and blurring the surrounding space along its path.

Ye Ru stared at the Weak Water River, his expression growing increasingly solemn. He had heard of the Weak Water before; the Classic of Mountains and Seas recorded: "North of Kunlun there is a river whose strength is so great that it cannot even lift a mustard seed, hence the name Weak Water. Feathers cannot float in the Weak Water; it is extremely powerful."

However, Ye Ru only paused for a moment, because this was an illusion, and the attacks in front of him were all fake, so there was no need to be afraid.

"If you think this Weak Water River is fake, then you are very wrong. What is fake may be real, and what is real may be fake, so be careful."

At this moment, the massive Weak Water River split into two, then into four, then into eight, transforming into eight Weak Water Rivers to the astonishment of the crowd, forming a strange Bagua formation that directly blocked Ye Ru's way out.

"The Weak Water formation is in the shape of the Bagua. We should attack from the Sheng Gate in the east, attack from the Xiu Gate in the southwest, and then attack from the Kai Gate in the north. This formation of the Weak Water can be completely broken."

Ye Ru murmured to himself, and with a flourish of his Three Perfections Brush, quickly wrote down Tao Yuanming's "Ode to Jing Ke":

"Yan Dan was good at nurturing scholars, and his ambition was to avenge the powerful Qin."

"Gathering a hundred brave men, we obtained Jing Ke at the year's end."

"A gentleman would die for his confidant, drawing his sword and leaving Yanjing."

"A white steed neighs on the broad road, generously seeing me off..."

This poem is a high-level battle poem for scholars, and the Jing Ke it summons is several times stronger than that of ordinary students.

Upon finishing the poem, Orange's talent burst forth, startling everyone.

"Isn't this person a student who has only completed the preliminary examination? How could he possibly use a scholar's battle poem? And a high-level one at that?"

"Could it be that he's a scholar like us? Just not wearing a scholar's robe?"

Some people looked shocked and whispered among themselves.

"A scholar who has mastered poetry? So that's how it is. He's just a student who has reached the level of a scholar but hasn't obtained the scholar's official rank. No wonder he was so arrogant before. He had something to rely on."

A look of surprise appeared on Yu Mengyang's face, but she quickly understood.

"Hmph, a desperate struggle. This Weak Water River is arranged in the Qimen Bagua Formation. Breaking this formation is extremely difficult. Even strategists and diplomats like myself would have to think about it. With just a mere student's degree? It's laughable."

The student of the School of Diplomacy scoffed disdainfully.

“Brother Su is absolutely right. This boy is nothing but a clown and has no place in the hall of high culture.”

The Legalist student nodded in agreement, his expression laced with sarcasm.

"We'll see what's wrong with him in a bit."

Before Su Dongchuang could finish speaking, the eight Weak Water Rivers in the illusory sound field suddenly burst open automatically, turning into countless water mists. Ye Ru, surrounded by the talent energy, was completely unaffected.

"He actually managed to break the Qimen Weak Water Illusion Array. What an interesting kid."

"It was all just a coincidence."

Ye Rudao.

"The third realm."

Upon hearing this, Yu Mengyang shook his head. This was definitely the other party's self-deprecating remark. The next moment, he flicked his finger, and many streams of fire descended from the sky, as if the sky were a curtain of fire, carrying the power to burn the world.

Ye Ru's gaze sharpened slightly, and with a clap of his hand, the fourth-grade literary treasure inkstone, laden with thick ink, splashed out, transforming into countless ink splatters that formed a curtain of ink that slammed into the curtain of fire.

"A fourth-grade literary treasure?"

When some students saw the inkstone emitting a green light appear, a look of shock reappeared on their faces.

Only those who have passed the imperial examinations or become Jinshi (successful candidates in the highest level of the imperial examinations) can control literary treasures of this caliber. However, they never expected that this seemingly insignificant student would possess such a powerful literary treasure.

boom!

The next moment, the fire curtain and the ink curtain completely disappeared, and Ye Ru was still not in any disheveled state.

This scene made many people feel ashamed. Although Ye Ru participated in the test just like them, the talent he displayed was far beyond their reach.

Yu Mengyang became even more curious about Ye Ru's identity. The natural power generated by the techniques used in the Illusionary Sound Domain was stronger than that of anyone before.

After a moment of contemplation, Yu Mengyang used four different playing techniques in succession: flicking, splitting, lifting, and striking with his right hand. Simultaneously, the four natural forces of nature—waves, torrential rain, crystal snow, and aurora—appeared, causing many people to gasp in astonishment.

At the same time, the music played by Yu Mengyang became even more intense, as if it could resonate with a person's heart.

"The natural power generated by these four methods... isn't Ye Ru being far too arrogant?"

'Ignorance is bliss. One method is enough to cause chaos. It seems Ye Ru's rude behavior has truly angered Mr. Yu.'

Some people scoffed, wanting to see Ye Ru suffer such a defeat.

"I wonder if you can handle these four musical scales? If you can master these eight playing techniques, I can teach you to create your own vocal range."

Yu Mengyang raised her head and said calmly, "Some students are also a little envious. Being able to create your own vocal range is something that many people would envy."

"I only ask that you give it a try, and that Mr. Yu will not go back on his word."

Ye Ru looked at the four natural forces, his expression changed, but then he said seriously.

A gentleman's promise is worth more than a thousand pieces of gold.

Yu Mengyang nodded and said.

"call."

Ye Ru took a deep breath, took out the Taihe Qin from his storage bracelet, and then sat cross-legged on the ground. With a flick of his fingers, the sound of the guqin instantly rose up.

The music was extremely deep, carrying a desolate and chilling atmosphere, making the surrounding air feel cold.

"A zither? Another literary treasure? Where does Ye Ru get so many literary treasures..."

Ye Ru took out the Taihe Qin, causing another stir among the people present. The former raised his head, his eyes showing no fear, and his three simple words made the blood in the blood of many students boil.

"Please advise..."