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, actually it's 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 would not 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 have to 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 the Wensheng Academy followed them to the testing site. The scene was no smaller 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 burst of light, the stronger the Confucian roots."
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 Confucianism 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 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 cultivate?
Shen Wangu took his palm off the Confucianism stone, looked at everyone with a proud face, and said loudly: "How is 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..."
Having said this, Fang Tiancheng deliberately stopped and left his imagination to Shen Wangu.
"You...don't say half of what you say. How can you just rely on my Confucian roots?"
Shen Wangu is really anxious. How can 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, 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 full of disdain.
"Listen to my advice. You are really not suitable for Confucianism and Taoism. Why don't you just 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 Dao 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 suppress someone like this? Who said that Confucianism is weaker than the Human-Huang Dao?
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, it’s exciting just thinking about it.
Afterwards, Zhang Yi came to the Confucian Stone under everyone's gaze, slowly placed his hand on the Confucian Stone, and waited for the test results.
Zhang Yi was calm and calm inside, but Fang Tiancheng and the others were extremely nervous. They all couldn't wait to know what kind of Confucianism such a monster possessed.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, please 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 had been so nervous. All the disciples present were too nervous 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 he was, and he quickly stopped, "Zhang Daoyou, don't be anxious for now, wait a minute, maybe... maybe your Confucian roots are too strong, Confucianism needs time to react."
Fang Tiancheng's voice weakened at the end. Even he himself didn't believe this reason, but he still wanted to believe that a miracle would happen to Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi glanced at him, then did not take his hand away from the Confucian stone, but continued to input spiritual power and waited.
But time still flew by, and half a stick of incense had passed in the blink of an eye. Ru Shi still didn't react at all, and the atmosphere in the room became increasingly awkward.
"No way? The person who irrigated the dragon bamboo has no Confucian roots?"
"Outrageous! How could Longzhu be irrigated without Confucian roots? We all can see his talent!"
"I don't understand, I really don't understand!"
The Confucian disciples didn't know 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 Ru Shi, who had no reaction at all, and his dull eyes suddenly shone with light. He felt that he was okay again.
Even Zhang Yi doesn't have Confucian roots, and although his Confucian roots are weak, at least he has them. There is nothing he can't figure out.