Opening confession to the beautiful master

Beiling saw the confident Shen Wangu with a meaningful smile. She had seen too many people like Shen Wangu, but in the end they all failed. Many people even affected the Taoist heart, and the gains outweighed the losses.

"Shen Wangu, it's actually quite good for you to follow your path of human emperor. Why do you have to try Confucianism?"

Beiling didn't know why Shen Wangu had such a deep obsession, but he still decided to persuade Shen Wangu, even for Zhang Yi's sake.

Of course, Shen Wangu wouldn't say that he was so strong just because he saw the Confucian people talking, so he just found an excuse to put it off.

"Let's go, no need to persuade, give him a chance."

Zhang Yi actually knew Shen Wangu's thoughts. When he spoke, no one tried to persuade Shen Wangu.

"You must all have a good plan, Daoyou Zhang. You should all learn from him."

Shen Wangu looked at Zhang Yi gratefully and joked with a smile.

After that, almost all the disciples from Wensheng Academy followed them to the testing site. The scene was no less than at the Confucian Saint Forest. They were also curious about what kind of Confucian roots the person who could irrigate the dragon bamboo would have.

Confucianism is also divided into grades. Currently, the one with the strongest Confucianism in Wensheng Academy is Fang Tiancheng.

"This is a Confucian stone. Just put your hand on it and you will know what grade of Confucian roots you have. The brighter the light that bursts out, the stronger the Confucian roots will be."

Fang Tiancheng pointed to a white stone exuding elegance in front of them and explained slowly.

"I come first, I come first."

Shen Wangu couldn't wait to get closer. He wanted to see how strong his Confucian roots were.

And he was still holding a breath of anger in his heart, don’t you all look down on me? Then I will slap you in the face with my Confucian roots!

Before anyone else could react, Shen Wangu placed his palm on the Confucian stone, instilled spiritual power into it, and waited for the Confucian roots to awaken.

Sure enough, bursts of white light emitted from the Confucian Sage Stone, but it seemed very weak, as if it would disappear at any time, but this reaction was enough for Shen Wangu.

Regardless of whether his Confucian roots are strong or not, at least it proves that he has Confucian roots and can practice Confucianism!

Who are you really looking down on? Isn't it just a little Confucianism? Who can’t practice?

Shen Wangu took his palm off the Confucianism stone, looked at everyone with a proud face, and said loudly: "How about it? Can I practice Confucianism?"

Fang Tiancheng's expression was particularly strange. He felt like he wanted to laugh but didn't want to laugh. "Yes, I can, but... just with your Confucian roots..."

At this point, Fang Tiancheng deliberately stopped and left his imagination to Shen Wangu.

"You... don't say half of what you say. What if you just rely on my Confucian roots?"

Shen Wangu was really anxious. How could he only speak half of his words? Isn't this intentional to make people anxious?

"With your Confucian roots, practicing Confucianism is simply a waste of time!"

Fang Tiancheng did not continue talking because he was considering Shen Wangu's face, but Beiling was not so worried. She wanted Shen Wangu to give up as soon as possible.

"Impossible, you lied to me! Didn't you say that you can practice Confucianism after awakening your Confucian roots?"

Shen Wangu shook his head excitedly. He had clearly awakened his Confucian roots, so why was he still wasting his time?

"With your Confucian roots, it's better not to awaken. Don't you see that the Confucian light you caused seems to dissipate at any time?"

Beiling curled his lips, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Listen to my advice. You are really not suitable for Confucianism and Taoism. Why don't you follow the path of the Emperor that your father left for you?"

Beiling patted Shen Wangu on the shoulder again and said sincerely.

Shen Wangu had already lost his mind and didn't listen to a word of what was said.

Seeing Shen Wangu's appearance, Ren Qianchou couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. He stepped forward and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Shen Wangu, "It's okay, don't talk yet, I want to be quiet."

After saying that, Shen Wangu did not forget to give Ren Qianchou a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Isn't it just Confucianism? If you don't practice, you won't practice. What's the big deal? Your Human Emperor's way is not better than Confucianism?"

Ren Qianchou didn't care about so much. There were some things she had to say, even if she had to offend many people.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the Confucian disciples all stared at Ren Qianchou fiercely. Is there anyone who would bury someone like this? Who said that Confucianism and Taoism are weaker than Human-Emperor Taoism?

When Zhang Yi saw Ren Qianchou's attitude, he secretly thought that maybe there was something going on between the two of them.

Tsk tsk tsk, the daughter of the Demon Emperor and the son of the Human Emperor are exciting to think about.

Afterwards, Zhang Yi came to Ru Shi under everyone's gaze, slowly placed his hand on Ru Shi, and waited for the test results.

Zhang Yi was calm and calm inside, but Fang Tiancheng and the others were extremely nervous. They couldn't wait to know what kind of Confucian roots such a monster possessed.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, give this Wuling Confucian Taoist a big surprise!"

Fang Tiancheng touched and prayed in his heart. Although he had refined the Confucian Sage Pen, he still felt that the hope for the future of Confucianism and Taoism lay with Zhang Yi.

Beiling also looked at Zhang Yi nervously. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she was so nervous. All the disciples present were afraid to breathe for fear of disturbing Zhang Yi.

But as time went by, Rushi seemed to turn into an ordinary stone, without any reaction, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

"Is it possible that I don't have Confucian roots?"

Whether he has Confucian roots or not does not matter much to Zhang Yi. His mind is not on Confucianism and Taoism, and he even wants to take his hands away from the Confucian stone.

But Fang Tiancheng was even more anxious than him, and hurriedly stopped, "Zhang Daoyou, don't be anxious, wait a little longer, maybe... maybe your Confucian roots are too strong, and the Confucian stone needs time to react."

Fang Tiancheng's voice weakened at the end. Even he himself didn't believe this reason, but he was still willing to believe that a miracle would happen to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi glanced at him, and did not remove his hand from the Confucian stone, but continued to input spiritual power and wait.

But time still flew, and half an incense stick had passed in a blink of an eye, and the Confucian stone still had no reaction, and the atmosphere in the whole venue became more and more awkward.

"No way? The person who irrigated the dragon bamboo actually has no Confucian roots?"

"Outrageous! It's outrageous. How can you irrigate the dragon bamboo without Confucian roots? And his talent is obvious to all!"

"I don't understand, I really don't understand!"

The Confucian disciples knew that this almost concluded that Zhang Yi had no Confucian roots, which made it difficult for them to accept this fact for a while, after all, they had seen Zhang Yi's ability.

"Zhang Daoyou...Zhang Daoyou has no Confucian roots?!"

Shen Wangu looked at the Confucian stone that had no reaction at all, and his originally dull eyes suddenly lit up with a gleam of brilliance. He felt like he was back to normal.

Even Zhang Yi didn't have Confucian roots, and although his Confucian roots were weak, at least he had them. What else could he not figure out?