I dream of immortality in Taixu Sect

Chapter 102: Sword Qi Across 3 Miles, One Sword Light Chills 1 States

In seven years, Meng Bai relied on the luck of the dynasty to reach the Hanlin realm.

His strength is comparable to that of a Yuandan cultivator.

In the study room.

Liu Guanxiu looked at Meng Bai with satisfaction.

"Being promoted to Hanlin in seven years is good, not bad."

At this moment, Liu Guanxiu was very happy. Ever since he accepted Meng Bai as his disciple, Meng Bai's literary talent had earned him enough face in Kaiyuan Academy.

I didn’t expect that the speed of cultivation was so fast. He reached the Hanlin realm in just seven years.

Liu Guanxiu smiled and said, "My disciple, since you are already a Hanlin, you can write an inscription for the Confucian Treasure. Have you thought about what you want to write?"

A Confucian practitioner at the Hanlin level can write an inscription on a Confucian treasure that has no inscription on it. The Confucian treasure with the inscription will become the Confucian practitioner's natal Confucian treasure.

This process is crucial for every Confucian practitioner, because the quality of the poetry is related to how strong the Confucian treasure can eventually be strengthened.

A good poem can increase the power of Confucian treasure by two to three times.

Meng Bai said calmly: "Master, I already have an idea about the inscription."

"Okay, in that case, I will hold an inscription banquet for you tomorrow."

The next day.

Kaiyuan Inner Courtyard.

Meng Bai's inscription banquet was held as scheduled.

Meng Bai was known as a genius in Kaiyuan Academy, and his calligraphy banquet was held with great ceremony.

More than half of the students in the inner courtyard came to attend Meng Bai's inscription banquet, and even many of the elders in the inner courtyard came.

At this moment, Meng Bai had not yet appeared, and many students below began to discuss.

"Seven years ago, Senior Brother Meng Bai was able to write a sixth-grade poem in half a cup of tea. I wonder what surprises he can bring to us today."

"It takes me several days to think hard about a sixth-grade poem before I can come up with one."

"Speaking of which, there are so many people here today. Senior Brother Meng Bai is really in the spotlight. It's been a long time since our Kaiyuan Academy has held such a large-scale calligraphy banquet."

"Brother Meng Bai is really enviable. I wish my future inscription banquets could be of this standard."

"..."

"It's almost the auspicious time, why hasn't Meng Bai come out yet?"

An elder from the inner courtyard in the front row frowned slightly.

Liu Guanxiu took a sip of the scented tea and said calmly, "Why rush? There's only an incense stick of time left."

"Old Liu, I just want to see what surprise your precious disciple can give us old men this time!"

"This old man can't wait any longer!"

About half an incense stick of time later, Meng Bai arrived late.

Meng Bai bowed to Liu Guanxiu and said apologetically: "Master, I am late."

Liu Guanxiu stroked his beard and chuckled: "No problem, let's get started."

Meng Bai came to the stage and offered the Haoran Gentleman Sword. With a serious expression, he said to the sky with Haoran Qi: "Student Meng Bai, I will write an inscription for my Confucian treasure today. I hope the heaven will approve it!"

There is a Confucian formation in the academy, which can bless Meng Bai and allow him to communicate with the mysterious way of heaven at the Hanlin realm.

As Meng Bai finished speaking, a ray of golden light shone down from the sky.

Meng Bai smiled slightly when he saw this.

This time in the dream world, the Heavenly Dao seemed to have consciousness and was very close to the Confucian practitioners, allowing the Confucian practitioners to easily draw on the power of the Heavenly Dao.

The majestic golden light now before our eyes is the manifestation of the power of heaven.

As long as Meng Bai can compose poems of high quality, this great golden light can be absorbed by the Great Gentleman Sword. The higher the quality of the poems, the more great golden light can be absorbed.

Of course, if one's poetry is not up to standard, Heaven will punish him. Although Heaven is close to Confucianism, it is not something that can be summoned at will.

If you fail to compose poems of a decent standard, Heaven will regard you as a provocation, and the great golden light may take the life of the Confucian cultivator.

Of course, this situation will not happen to Meng Bai.

Meng Bai held the Confucian pen in his hand, and the righteous energy in his body surged wildly towards the tip of the pen.

Everyone in the audience was concentrating at this moment, watching Meng Bai with bated breath.

As for the inscription, Meng Bai had already decided which poem to write. Since his own Confucian treasure was the sword, the inscription should be related to the sword.

Meng Bairu wrote two lines of poetry in a flash.

The sword energy stretches across 30,000 miles, and the light of one sword chills nineteen states!

In an instant, the heaven and earth shook and strange phenomena appeared.

In the vision, everyone saw a swordsman with boundless dominance and heroic spirit. He held a precious sword in his hand. With one strike of the sword, the sword energy stretched for thirty thousand miles, and the sword intent swept across the nineteen continents.

"Third-grade poetry! It's actually third-grade poetry!" Liu Guanxiu stood up from his seat excitedly, tears in his eyes!

Even ordinary great scholars could not compose third-grade poems, but Meng Bai only wrote two lines of poetry and was recognized as a third-grade poem by the Heavenly Dao!

This person is unprecedented in history and will surely be remembered forever!

At this moment, endless golden light poured into the Haoran Gentleman Sword.

With the blessing of the third-grade poetry, the Haoran Gentleman Sword, which was originally only a fifth-grade Confucian treasure, broke through the upper limit of its own Confucian treasure and became a fourth-grade Confucian treasure. Moreover, with the continuous influx of Haoran golden light, it evolved into a third-grade Confucian treasure.

The elders and students of the academy below were all shocked.

An elder exclaimed: "Third-grade poetry, this boy has great talent!"

Another elder said excitedly: "The bearing of a great scholar, the bearing of a great scholar! Our Kaiyuan Academy finally has another Confucian cultivator who has the potential to become a great scholar!"

After a stick of incense, the majestic golden light in the sky dissipated, and the Haoran Gentleman Sword finally became a third-grade Confucian treasure.

Meng Bai raised his right hand slightly and recalled the Haoran Gentleman Sword.

Feeling the surging mighty energy in the sword, he smiled lightly.

Within a day, Meng Bai's fame spread throughout the capital of the Baiyan Dynasty.

As a Confucian scholar in the Imperial Academy, Meng Bai wrote third-grade poems and became a god with one poem. His reputation spread throughout the Confucian scholar community and he was hailed by everyone as a rising star in Confucianism and Taoism.

At night, in the study.

Liu Guanxiu said in a good mood: "Disciple, your performance today really surprised me."

"My disciple, you are now famous all over the world. Do you plan to enter the court next?"

Things are different now. Seven years ago, Meng Bai was a real official in the court and could at most be a sixth-rank official. Now, Meng Bai's reputation is well-known in the Confucian world, and if he enters the court, he can at least be a second-rank official.

The blessing of imperial luck that he can obtain is not comparable to Meng Bai's current seventh-grade honorary position.

Meng Bai thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Master, I have no intention of entering the officialdom. I'd better stay in Kaiyuan Academy to practice."

Liu Guanxiu sighed slightly: "That's such a pity."

However, Liu Guanxiu did not force Meng Bai. Even if Meng Bai did not enter the court, Liu Guanxiu believed that with his talent, he would become a great scholar one day. It was only a matter of time.

Flowers bloom and fall, time flows like water.

After Meng Bai wrote the inscription for the Haoran Gentleman Sword, he has been practicing in Kaiyuan Academy, and this practice lasted another eight years.

On this day, news came from the border of the Baiyan Dynasty that the demon tribe was invading.

The Baiyan Dynasty went to war with the demon clan!