I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!-Chapter 517 - 218: Extremely Clean Sky! (Request for Monthly Ticket)_2

Chapter 517: Chapter 218: Extremely Clean Sky! (Request for Monthly Ticket)_2

Yes.

With their current level of cultivation, they can only discuss within the academy.

If they were to face Chen Yi, they might already be dead before they even speak.

The Heroic Marquis wouldn’t care about their identity or knowledge, and wouldn’t even care whether the principles they speak of are true.

After a moment of silence.

Looking at the disheveled scholars, Xie Dongan said with a tone of exasperation:

"When your knowledge, temperament, morals, and cultivation are not profound enough, challenging someone who is a hundred or thousand times stronger than you is like an ant trying to move a tree!"

"And this is the reason why Senior Brother Wang Yang was severely injured—foolishness!"

A scholar spoke hesitantly: "Senior Brother Xie, are we just going to let this go?"

A female scholar, coming to her senses, raised her eyebrows and asked: "Senior Brother Wang Yang is now severely injured, can’t we even speak the truth?"

Few were echoing.

Xie Dongan glanced at her and said coldly:

"Senior Brother Wang Yang is just an ordinary person without any official position. Moreover, he offended the Heroic Marquis first, who then retaliated..."

"To die would be to die in vain, let alone being severely injured?"

"..."

At this moment, the Great Master outside the academic building, hearing the discussions, looked at the miserable state of Wang Yang and sighed suddenly.

"The sages once said, ’To learn and to apply what has been learned is talent.’"

"Yang Er, you have read the Holy Sages’ Books for so long, yet you’ve been studying them to death. Why are you so obstinate, while even Dong An understands this principle?"

Hearing his voice, Wang Yang’s dazed eyes moved slightly, and his cracked lips murmured:

"Teacher, the disciple only knows... the Sage... fears nothing!"

"In ancient times, the sages... drove away darkness... slayed demons... with virtue and unity, the disciple is not wrong!"

Hearing Wang Yang’s words, the Great Master was silent for a long time, only looking at him with a complex expression.

Indeed, the Sage can fear nothing, but before becoming a sage, a scholar just needs to keep a fearless heart.

Clearly, Wang Yang did not know how to assess the situation and avoid danger.

"The Heroic Marquis is not comparable to any young prodigy you’ve met, let alone you at present!"

"The knowledge you are proud of, the rules of ethics you respect, are all worthless in front of the Heroic Marquis!"

"Yang Er, even if I support you in taking the invincible path, you still need a clear understanding of yourself!"

The Great Master’s tone carried some severity, his face even more serious, more like a reprimand than comfort.

Wang Yang could tell, and his expression became more gloomy, his eyes blank as he looked up at the roof beams.

Seeing this, the Great Master sighed, "I have said all that I can as a teacher, I hope you take it as a lesson."

He composed his face and recited: "The Saint’s words: The body, hair, and skin are received from the parents!"

Then, the Great Master connected with the surrounding world’s might, a Vast Energy formed around him, strands of red gold light wrapped around Wang Yang.

In an instant, the ferocious wounds inflicted by Chen Yi healed at an astonishing speed.

It only took three breaths for all Wang Yang’s injuries to recover, even the face shattered by the White Tiger Divine Intent returned to normal, and his skin appeared even better than before.

Crystal clear, like a newborn baby.

Wang Yang’s eyes moved slightly to look at the Great Master, showing a hint of bitterness on his face, he stood up and saluted:

"Teacher, the student has disappointed you."

The Great Master shook his head: "Whether disappointed or not does not lie with me, but with you."

"If you can grow from today’s events, I will find it gratifying even if I exhaust more Vast Energy."

Wang Yang kept his head down, his eyes showing a hint of coldness.

The Great Master saw his demeanor, sighed internally, and waved his hand:

"Before the grand event opens, stay in the Book Storage Tower."

"Yes."

Wang Yang saluted again and turned to leave the academic building.

Outside the building, many scholars who were about to argue with Xie Dongan surrounded him after seeing his appearance.

"Senior Brother, you’re, you’re okay?"

"Thank you, my classmates," Wang Yang gave a cold glance at Xie Dongan and said:

"Teacher punished me to reflect in the Book Storage Tower. Once I come out, let’s gather again."

With that, he paid no more attention to the scholars beside him and headed straight to the Book Storage Tower.

Jiang Ye watched the crowd leave, puzzled, and asked: "Brother An, is he blaming us with his expression?"

Xie Dongan pursed his lips and suddenly laughed.

"Different paths cannot work together, it just makes us seem meddlesome."

Jiang Ye, exasperated, said: "He’s too excessive! If it weren’t for us, he might have died in the Zhou Residence!"

Xie Dongan shook his head and said: "It’s over, let’s go."

Jiang Ye paused and asked: "Where to?"

"Return, this academy... it’s not worth staying!"

"..."

As the two walked away, the Great Master appeared thoughtful.

"As the sages have said, reading ten thousand books cannot compare to traveling ten thousand miles... Yang Er lacks tempering."

He wasn’t worried about Xie Dongan and Jiang Ye leaving the academy; he was only worried that Wang Yang might develop a heart demon because of this matter.

"Anyone else to choose from, yet he chose that monster as his opponent?"

...

The sun set over the western mountains.

In the dusk, Kyoto Prefecture was slightly quieter, no longer the bright spring daylight, but instead, somewhat desolate.

Just like what was said in the "Wei Chronicles."

In the bustling capital, there’s a ten-mile long street, shimmering Qu Pond, and the Buddhist sacred Dakong Temple.

But when combined, none of these places can compare to the shock brought by the 108 districts.

What is shocking is not the others, but the ancient calmness that has evolved through the millennia of the Wei Dynasty.

But soon, the tranquility was broken.

A row of Black Armor Guards on tall steeds left the Imperial City under the cover of night and arrived at the Duke Jingye Mansion.

"The Holy Emperor’s decree: gifting Duke Jingye Zhou Yuan the Bright Armor, wishing you to train the Devoted Army well!"

Chen Yuan accepted the silver armor indifferently, watched the Black Armor Guard depart, and then turned to the main hall in the central courtyard.

At this moment, the ten tables of the banquet were still adorned with wine, meat, pastries, and fruits, and the black wooden floor still bore remnants of broken cracks.

No servants were present, and the slightly empty hall was only occupied by the Old Marquis.

Chen Yuan casually tossed the armor onto the table, glanced at the still despondent Zhou Tiance, and coldly instructed:

"Chen Ke, take my grandfather to the back courtyard to rest."

"Okay."

Chen Ke glanced at him before stepping forward, helping Zhou Tiance up despite his struggle, and walked steadily outside.

He understood in his heart, the Holy Emperor’s gifting of the Bright Armor was meant to cover up what had happened during the day.

Not only does it represent the Holy Emperor acknowledging ’Chen Yuan’s change of surname,’ but it also shows his support for Chen Yi.

—Even if he injured the court ministers, the Old Marquis, the Holy Emperor still wouldn’t punish Chen Yi!

At this time, Zhou Tiance, staggering as he walked outside, still turned and called out:

"Yuan Er, Yuan Er, be careful of Chen Yi, be careful of Chen Yi!"

"He was only two at that time, how could he possibly know it was me who did it?!"

Chen Yuan ignored him, still held grudges about Zhou Tiance changing his surname without permission.

This grievance even exceeded his resentment over Chen Ke’s concealment at the Duke Jingye Mansion.

Until Chen Ke dragged Zhou Tiance away, Chen Yuan looked slightly weary at the empty main hall, his gaze falling on the Spring Rain Sword embedded in the ground.

"My second brother must be very angry, right?"

Chen Yuan understood, this matter cannot be blamed on Chen Yi.

If it were him, hearing about Chen Yi being forced to change his surname, he would be equally annoyed.

Thinking this, Chen Yuan gently caressed the Spring Rain Sword, feeling the overflowing Slaughter Sword Intent on it, with a touch of loneliness on his face.

"Returning to its rightful owner... You must be angry too..."

The Spring Rain Sword remained unmoved, as if it was a lifeless object.

Chen Yuan gave a bitter smile, his heart faintly stirred.

Suddenly, he felt the world around him darken, his spirit returning to that void darkness.

Chen Yuan stared blankly at the surroundings, "Here..."

Since receiving the cultivation technique gifted by Chen Yi, he hadn’t returned here for a long time, nor heard "his" voice again.

"Hehehe... You are back again, hahaha... you worthless thing!"

"Even Chen Yi has severed ties with you, how will you accomplish anything in the future?"

Chen Yuan, not saying a word, gazed at the shadow in the darkness and said with a bitter smile:

"You’re right, from young to now, I’ve achieved nothing..."

Speaking this, his silver-white hair gently moved without wind.

As threads of ghostly blue sword intent spread out, adhering to the surrounding darkness, his face gradually showed a hint of coldness.

"But, I won’t be like you, cold-hearted!"

Upon finishing, Chen Yuan returned to the hall.

However, his once bright black eyes were now veiled with a layer of blue, causing the colors of the entire world to dim slightly.

Just as when he was in the Sealing Demon Valley, the whole world was black and white.

Looking at everything before him, Chen Yuan suddenly laughed, "Hehe haha..."

The laughter echoed and reverberated in the hall, faintly cold.

At this moment, a voice came from behind him:

"Congratulations, Marquis, your Absolute Blade has improved again!"

Chen Yuan’s laughter abruptly stopped, his gaze icy as he looked at the source of the sound and spoke coldly: "Who?"

At the entrance, a young Daoist dressed in a multicolored Daoist robe smiled faintly at him:

"I am Lu Fang, here to invite the Marquis to join us at ’Extreme Purity Heaven’!"