Chapter 48: The Confucian's Righteous Indignation

  Guo Mingshi displayed the Northern Dipper's Life-Extending Divine Ability, gathering the power of the Seven Stars to defy heaven and change his fate. The seven starlights transformed into a gentle stream, flowing into Shui Ming's entire body.

  In the water, Ming's internal injuries were recovering at a terrifying speed. First, the bleeding in his mouth stopped, then the blood clots inside him cleared up, and his internal organs returned to their normal positions. All of this happened within just a few minutes. The scene left the young masters and Shui Mengyao stunned, unable to speak. This scene had already exceeded their understanding.

  It was as if they had seen a legendary martial arts master for the first time, and the shock of transcending their own perception left them speechless, standing still on the spot. The children of martial arts families are also human, and they have seen spiritual elixirs before, but no one has ever seen such a scene where someone is pulled back from the clutches of death with just a wave of the hand.

  Shui Mengyao is still a bit better off. After all, she has seen the miraculous Guo Ming before, and even if you say that Guo Ming is an immortal, she would probably believe it.

  The dim starlight disappeared after a moment, and a clear figure emerged from the water.

  Shuimeng Yao looked at her father standing tall and proud, and couldn't help but feel excited. Just as she was about to go forward to take a closer look, she was pulled back by Guo Ming.

  "What's wrong?" Water Dream Jade Bird exclaimed. Immediately, she saw that Guo Ming's face was pale, and a thread of fresh blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth. Her expression changed drastically as she asked: "Guo Ming, what's wrong with you?"

  "I'm fine," Guo Ming shook his head, his eyes fixed intently on Shui Ming in the water, muttering in a low voice: "The Confucian unyielding and upright energy is unimaginable, yet someone has actually cultivated it to this extent. Didn't this already become extinct during the Qing dynasty? How can it suddenly appear today?"

  In ancient times, there were great Confucian saints who, with a heart full of compassion and a mind focused on governing the world, gained the favor of Heaven and were granted an extraordinary aura. Those who possessed this aura were not afraid of gods or demons. This is why it has never been heard that a saint suffered a miserable death. Their method of cultivating immortality was simple: as long as they governed with virtue and cultivated their minds, their magical powers would gradually increase. However, since Zhu Yuanzhang's emphasis on the eight-part essay in selecting officials, scholars were unable to exercise their governing abilities, and the Confucian aura declined. By the Qing dynasty, scholars with a strong sense of justice were unwilling to serve the imperial court, and thus the aura disappeared. But Guo Ming did not expect that after several hundred years, someone would still possess the noble sentiments of a great Confucian, suddenly breaking through and reborn, cultivating the extraordinary aura.

  Of course, the real reason is still Guo Ming's Seven Star Power stimulation. The Seven Star Power is the ultimate in the grand aura of heaven and earth, and a slight stimulation of the aura can make the water turn into a butterfly.

  Everything that had happened before appeared in the clear mind of Shui Ming, and the legacy of the great Confucian scholars, which had spanned thousands of years, finally found its destined successor. At this moment, the majestic and righteous energy of the Confucians suddenly burst forth, stimulating everyone to immediately close their eyes. When they opened them again after adapting to the light, they realized that Shui Ming had returned to normal, but somehow felt that there was something more about him, making it difficult for people to look down on him lightly.

  Shui Ming came to Guo Ming's side and said with a light smile, "Thank you." His voice was as gentle as cloud and breeze, neither too familiar nor too distant.

  Shui Meng Yao looked at her father in shock, but in the blink of an eye, she felt that her own father was very strange, so strange that she herself felt a little alienated. Logically speaking, Shui Zhong Ming's tone should be excited and full of gratitude, but now what kind of tone is this? Isn't this going to make Guo Ming sad? Looking at the faint blood on Guo Ming's mouth, she felt wave after wave of guilt.

  Guo Ming's eyes fixed on Shui Ming for a moment, then he smiled calmly and turned to leave. He was no longer needed here, what was the point of him staying? Confucians were all proud and could also be understood as biased, they firmly believed in their own views, not allowing others to question them, their theories might have worked during the Ming dynasty, but otherwise would end in death and defeat.

  At that time, Fang Xiaoru was a famous Confucian scholar. After the Prince of Yan, Zhu Di, entered the city, he obstinately refused to understand the situation and finally became the only Confucian scholar in history to be executed along with his entire clan of ten families.

  Shui Zhongming, as a successor of the great Confucian scholars, combined with his years of discontent, has now obtained the majestic and upright spirit of the Confucians. How could he be at peace and surrender, especially when he is still young? Even if someone had saved him, he would feel somewhat resentful. This is just how things are at different times.

  Shui Mengyao opened her mouth to call out, but a pair of large hands grasped her, saying calmly: "He's just a young man who knows some martial arts, why must you miss him so much? You are the daughter of Shui Zhongming, and should have the demeanor and elegance of a great scholar."

  "Dad, what's wrong with you? Why have you become like this?"

  This is also what the young master of the Eastern World wants to know. Although Dongfang He doesn't understand what happened, he attributes all the strange things about Shui Zhongming to Guo Ming. His plan is well thought out: first, he will shatter Shui Zhongming's internal organs, and then save him with the Baicao Dan, a medicine refined by the Wulin Medicine Immortal. Although there are only three pills left in this family heirloom, if it can be exchanged for a Shuimeng Yao, it would be enough.

  Now that Guo Ming had been driven away by the 'crazy' Shui Zhongming, he no longer had any scruples. He took a few steps forward and said in a low voice: "Zhongming, that kid has already left. I believe you will give me a satisfactory answer."

  "Hmph, I am a great Confucian scholar, with the majestic and upright energy of heaven and earth in my body. How could I be intimidated by your threats? It's not worth mentioning to someone like me."

  "What a big tone you have! Do you think you're really an ancient sage? Dongfang Leiyu sneered."

  Ignorant little boy, with a wave of his hand in the water, the air around him suddenly shook violently, and a tiger's roar echoed through the ground. Suddenly, a ferocious tiger appeared in the air, its sturdy limbs and piercing eyes exuding an aura of fear. It stood suspended in mid-air, quietly standing behind Water Ming, although it didn't move, its powerful aura had already locked onto Dongfang Lei.

  Everyone's face was pale with fear, and Dongfang He was even more terrified, taking a few steps back and exclaiming: "How is it possible to achieve materialization?!" This was a divine ability that only five-star warriors could possess. Shui Zhong Ming knew the details better than anyone else, but in just a few minutes, he had suddenly become one of the top masters in the world. All of this overturned his understanding of warriors. He had once heard the family elder mention that some powerful families had inherited bloodline divine abilities, which were usually unable to be activated and some people might not even be able to activate them in their lifetime. But once activated, they could instantly achieve goals that others might find difficult to attain in a lifetime.

  People like that are undoubtedly terrifying, and the ancestors of these families will not care about their descendants who have not awakened to their bloodline, but they will pay attention to those who have. If something were to happen to them, someone would likely be in for a world of trouble. He had originally thought that such a thing was impossible, but now he could only explain it with this situation, and thinking about it made his cold sweat flow instantly.

  If he were alone, he wouldn't be afraid, it would just be a matter of one death. But this involves too many people, and it's very likely that his entire family will become the target of their anger.

  Of course, he was wrong, but not far off. Shui Ming is indeed a successor and a staunch supporter of Confucius' teachings. However, there was no one behind him to protect him, he was just one person fighting alone.

  Dongfang Leimian's face turned pale with fear as he looked at the radiant and elegant Shui Ming, trembling as he said: "Uncle, don't hurt me."

  "Bullying others with your power, being timid and afraid of trouble, what use are you? Water Ming Leng snorted coldly." As his voice fell, the massive tiger let out a loud roar and transformed into a flash of lightning, pouncing towards Dongfang Lei.

  The eastern thunder face was like golden paper, his pupils shrinking as he said "Don't". But it was already too late, the fierce tiger had directly entered his body. Eastern Thunder stared blankly at his own body, first in astonishment, discovering that he hadn't changed in the slightest. Then he discovered something and his face twisted into a terrifying angle, his eyes bulging almost out of their sockets. At the same time, his body began to disappear from the bottom up, until it was completely gone.

  In less than a minute, Dongfang Lei's life was gone in front of everyone. The young master of the Dongfang family showed a sorrowful expression. No matter how they competed before, he was still their own flesh and blood. Now, seeing him die in this way, they couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and regret.

  The Eastern Crane's eyes were downcast, and he spoke in a hoarse voice: "You are so ruthless."

  "Cruel? Can you compare to me? The water is calm and peaceful." He then looked into the distance, saying lightly: "In this world, people's hearts are floating and restless, good intentions are avoided, evil is rampant, it's time to use severe punishment."