The Bestowal of Literary Energy!
Everyone looked on, stunned and shaken by the sight. In previous eras, when Confucianism had flourished, the Bestowal of Literary Energy had already been an extremely rare phenomenon. But since the decline of Confucianism, it had become nothing more than a legend, and many had come to believe it would never occur again.
Yet, there it was—a pure beam of literary energy descending from the heavens.
"What luck this young man has... but what a pity, a real pity..."
The crowd watched, with expressions that were equal parts admiration and sorrow.
Nathan Ye was not only worthy of admiration but had earned reverence through his actions. Judging a Confucian scholar was straightforward, as it involved two criteria: virtue and literary talent. Nathan's courage, loyalty, and selflessness spoke to his impeccable virtue, while his memorable line, "Since ancient times, who has not died? Let a loyal heart leave its mark on history," showcased his remarkable talent.
Such a person was no ordinary scholar—he was a man of unparalleled loyalty, a guoshi, a "national treasure."
As the Bestowal of Literary Energy enveloped Nathan, those within the palace began to sense the unusual activity outside its walls.
"Golden sounds, jade vibrations, the vision of the sages, and the chanting of classics... triple phenomena, an incredibly rare occurrence in history!"
The officials murmured in awe.
Nathan Ye's expression, however, was one of despair. If possible, he would have shouted at the celestial powers, "Stay back!"
"Is this some kind of joke? I only recited a poem! Do I deserve this? I was just trying to die in peace!"
Overwhelmed, Nathan felt a wave of sadness wash over him.
The literary energy flooded into him, expanding his spirit. Along with it came the resounding voices of sages, echoing in his mind.
Boom!
It felt as though a barrier in his soul had shattered. His literary energy surged, reshaping his entire being and elevating him to a level he had never experienced. This transformation caused his Literary Core to solidify, a rare achievement for any scholar and the wellspring of his newfound power.
"A Literary Core... It's formed!"
The gathered officials gazed at him in astonishment.
To pursue the Confucian path to its highest form, one had to cultivate the Literary Core, similar to a cultivator's Golden Core. It required a rare blend of inner moral integrity and outer literary refinement, shaping the purity of one's Righteous Literary Spirit. A person who was not honest could never attain such a feat, as righteousness could only thrive in one with a steadfast moral foundation.
The Bestowal of Literary Energy had catapulted Nathan beyond what any mortal scholar could achieve in decades, filling his being with an aura of undeniable power. For Emperor Zhou, this was a cause for celebration, but for Nathan, it was devastating.
I... I really didn't want this, he thought.
Now, Nathan's only hope lay with Gavin Tsai He. "It's all up to you, warrior! Finish me!"
Gavin Tsai was thinking along similar lines.
"This man is dangerous beyond belief. To trigger these divine signs and receive the Bestowal of Literary Energy amid the world's decline—if left unchecked, he could become an eternal threat to the Immortal Sect. He must be eliminated!"
Casting aside all reservations, Gavin Tsai charged forward with full resolve to destroy this threat, even if it meant sacrificing himself. Just as he struck, however...
A radiant white pillar descended from the heavens, piercing through the palace and illuminating Nathan. The Bestowal of Literary Energy had finally completed its descent.
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