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Zhao Shanhe didn't move when he heard these three words.

Um? This script is wrong, shouldn't he jump three feet high on the spot?

Chu He looked at Zhao Shanhe with question marks on his forehead.

Just when Chu He thought Zhao Shanhe didn't hear it and was about to repeat it again, Zhao Shanhe suddenly yelled.

"what!"

"Is this Creation Pill?"

Zhao Shanhe jumped up to a height of three feet, almost piercing through the ceiling, and then stepped on the chair.

Click a few times.

The chair made of jade hardwood shattered.

The corner of Chu He's mouth twitched.

If he remembered correctly, that chair should be Longxi's favorite chair.

It turned out that it wasn't that he didn't respond, it was that he hadn't reacted yet.

Zhao Shanhe didn't care about the sawdust all over the ground, his eyes were fixed on the box, and then he looked up at Chu He.

"really?"

Chu He nodded and spoke.

"It's absolutely true."

Zhao Shanhe took a deep breath and let it out slowly. After several times, he slowly suppressed his emotions, returned to his normal state, and said calmly.

"Is this for me?"

Chu He nodded and spoke.

"When I was still in the academy, I had a deal with the dean, an eighth-grade alchemy furnace in exchange for a fortune pill."

"This Good Fortune Pill is what the dean wants to exchange for you with the Tai Chi Furnace. He wants you to use the Good Fortune Pill to restore your peak, which can add a great boost to the academy."

Hearing these words, Zhao Shanhe slowly came to his senses, heaved a sigh of relief, and sat back down.

Chu He was about to remind him, but it was too late.

There was a plop, and a burst of sawdust flew.

"Ahem, how did this chair become like this?"

Zhao Shanhe got up from the sawdust, coughed and said.

Let us observe three seconds of silence for Longxi Daru's chair.

Chu He sighed and muttered in his heart.

Zhao Shanhe looked at the Creation Pill in front of him, then at Chu He, and said.

"Besides Tai Chi Furnace, what else do you want, I can try my best to satisfy you."

"Although the eighth-grade alchemy furnace is very rare, and there may not be more than five in the Dagan territory, it is still a little bit worse than the good fortune pill, especially for me, the good fortune pill is a hundred times more important than the Taiji furnace."

Chu He shook his head and said.

"I had already reached an agreement with the principal that day. I only want a Tai Chi stove. Since I got it today, I shouldn't raise the price on the ground. A gentleman can't chase after a word."

"What a gentleman is hard to chase after a word, good!"

Zhao Shanhe clapped his hands in praise.

Chu He spoke.

"Senior, absorb the Good Fortune Pill as soon as possible. With Longxi Great Confucianism and I here to protect you, everything will be fine."

Zhao Shanhe was not hypocritical, and immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and swallowed the Creation Pill in the box.

Afterwards, Zhao Shanhe slowly closed his eyes, and his breath slowly diffused out.

Chu He stepped back more than ten steps, and retreated to the door.

Afterwards, the literary spirit of the whole body burst out, and it was wrapped in another layer within Longxi's literary spirit.

Although I don't know what kind of vision will be caused by taking the Creation Pill, but there is always no harm in being careful.

After a while, a wisp of literary spirit slowly emerged from Zhao Shanhe's body.

That wisp of literary energy is extremely small, not even as good as the literary energy released by the ninth grade Confucian scholars.

But it was such a small ray of literary spirit that shook Chu He's spirit.

It is impossible for a person with a broken literary heart to absorb literary energy no matter what.

The emergence of Wen Qi, even just a wisp, is enough to prove that the Good Fortune Pill has begun to mend the broken Wen Xin in Zhao Shanhe's body.

Gradually, that ray of literary energy slowly entered Zhao Shanhe's body.

Only a slight click was heard.

Before Chu He could react, he felt a sudden strong suction in front of him.

During Setsuna, a muffled thunderous sound resounded in Zhao Shanhe's body.

Afterwards, countless muffled thunders continued to sound, and Zhao Shanhe's body seemed to be colliding with thunder and rain.

Suddenly, a powerful coercion came from Zhao Shanhe's body.

Chu He opened his eyes wide, feeling the coercion, and looked at Zhao Shanhe in disbelief.

The meaning of the saint!

Zhao Shanhe, who had just swallowed the Creation Pill, unexpectedly conceived the meaning of a saint!

He hasn't recovered yet, has he?

How can a person who has no literary heart conceive the meaning of a saint?

Is this the effect of Creation Pill?

Before Chu He could think clearly, Zhao Shanhe's aura suddenly changed.

A wisp of literary spirit slowly emanated from Zhao Shanhe.

Confucian students studying at the ninth rank!

Chu He nodded slightly. Zhao Shanhe was originally the pinnacle of first-rank Confucianism, with the Good Fortune Pill. Even if his literary heart has been broken for decades, his literary spirit is just dissipated between heaven and earth.

Once it recovers, it will naturally be promoted to the realm.

Gradually, Zhao Shanhe's literary spirit became stronger and stronger.

Confucian students with eight grades!

Confucian scholar with seven grades!

Wen Qi stayed in Qipin Tongdian for a while, but it was not long.

After ten breaths, only a broken sound was heard, and the literary energy skyrocketed again!

The sixth-rank talent seeks wealth!

Fifth-grade people, teachers and talents!

Four grades of famous talents!

Wen Qi rose slowly, and suddenly slowed down at the fourth grade, gradually losing momentum.

Just when Chu He thought that the effects of the Creation Pill had ended, Zhao Shanhe suddenly gave a cold shout.

With a bang, strong literary energy rushed into Zhao Shanhe's body frantically.

A third-rank self-cultivation scholar!

Chu He counted the time, and Zhao Shanhe broke through from a martial artist with a broken literary heart and no trace of literary spirit, to a third-rank self-cultivation scholar.

But fifty breaths!

Is this the effect of Creation Pill?

Thinking of this, Chu He shook his head.

It's not necessarily because of the effect of the Good Fortune Pill, but more because Zhao Shanhe was originally a top-tier Confucianist.

Having the original realm and never reaching it are two completely different difficulties.

Zhao Shanhe was originally a Confucian who governed the country at the top of the first rank, because he already had enough insight and enough literary spirit to support his breakthrough without bottlenecks.

After all, the Creation Pill is only for resuming use, it can give people an extra life, but it does not have such a powerful effect on breaking through the realm.

If Chu He took this Creation Pill, he probably wouldn't even be able to reach the rank three Confucianism.

There is a huge gap between a fourth-rank famous talented scholar and a third-rank self-cultivating scholar!

If we say that the realm of Confucian scholars before the seventh rank, you must study to understand it slowly.

The genius realm before the fourth grade is that after reading enough books, you need to start practicing in reality in order to gain more insights.

In Chu He's mind, the Chinese books are enough, and the teacher who seeks the rich has already accumulated insights during the Confucian period, and became famous all over the world through four books. Enough, you can directly break through.

However, the self-cultivation of the third-rank self-cultivation great Confucianism is to return to the basics. After reading thousands of volumes and traveling thousands of miles, he began to feed himself and cultivate his literary heart.

If there is no understanding of self-cultivation, it is impossible to break through the third rank of Confucianism no matter how much literary energy there is.