"Ding! Players, please show off your might at the Confucian Sect's Centenary Ceremony in three days and stir up trouble!”
At this moment, the system notification rang in Li Qiye's ears and gave him a mission.
He had actually received the system's approval. It was clear that the Confucian Sect's Centenary Meeting had a bright future ahead of it!
And the so-called trouble didn't necessarily mean destruction. After all, the Confucian Sect was created by his grandfather. Wouldn't destroying it make him unhappy?
To create trouble, one had to do something influential!
As a brat, Li Qiye had to think carefully about making an impact at the Confucian Sect's Centenary Meeting.
With Li Qian's arrival, everything was settled. Li Qiye's sneaky behavior had come to an end. The Golden Snake Race's experts, the Feather Race's Holy Son, and the Feather Race's elders would pay a terrible price for their actions.
Li Qian also sent an invitation to the Lonely City Lord to attend the Centenary Meeting of the Confucian Sect. The Lonely City Lord readily agreed. Although he wasn't a disciple of Li Wendao's Confucian Sect, he was still a disciple, so he naturally wouldn't miss such a rare feast.
"Roar!"
With a dragon roar, Li Qiye and Li Qian rode on the True Dragon and left Chaos City, returning to the Seven Nights Emperor Dynasty.
Yes, it was true.
In order to spend time with Li Qiye, Li Wendao had specially moved the Confucian Sect to the capital of the Seven Nights Imperial Dynasty. The centenary conference of the Confucian Sect would also be held in the capital, and it was precisely because of the participation of many Confucian Sect disciples that the Seven Nights Imperial Dynasty had flourished.
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The capital of the Seven Nights Emperor Dynasty,
A white-robed old man with white hair and a youthful face was hesitating in the courtyard, muttering something. He was the most holy of Confucianism, the founder of Confucianism, Li Wendao. However, at this moment, he did not look like a master of Confucianism who had many students in the world, but like an ordinary old man.
"Roar!"
"It's my grandson, Qi Ye, who has returned. This bastard son is actually a quarter of an hour late than the scheduled time.”
Hearing the familiar dragon roar in the sky, Li Wendao suddenly became excited. He took a step and immediately flew into the void with a Divine Brush.
Just as Li Qiye was planning how to use his current abilities to cause trouble at the centenary meeting, the Confucian Paragon Saint Li Wendao appeared in front of the True Dragon on his divine weapon. Li Qian respectfully greeted him as father, but Li Wendao ignored him.
"Seven Nights!"
Li Wendao said excitedly. The corner of Li Qian's mouth twitched slightly. Was this the legendary saying of having a grandson and forgetting his son?
"Hello, Grandpa…That's right."
Li Qiye looked at Li Wendao with a strange expression.
At this moment, Li Qiye, who had activated the devouring system, had an urge to devour the divine weapon that Li Wendao was using. It was as if he could obtain great benefits after devouring it.
"Qi Ye, let me see. Your father said that you can cultivate now. That's amazing. With your foundation, if you can cultivate, the human race will at least have a supreme emperor who can suppress all enemies in a few hundred years. It's a blessing for our Li family and a blessing for the human race.”
Li Wendao put away his magic brush and held it in his hand. He patted Qi Ye's little head and sighed,
"Grandpa, can I take a look at your magic brush?”
Li Qiye gulped and reached out to Li Wendao.
"Hahaha, this is just a Protocosmic spirit-treasure. I was planning to give it out as a prize at the Confucian Sect's Centenary Meeting, but I personally forged this. If you like it, you can take it. However, you can tell me how your cultivation level increased…"
Before Li Wendao could finish his words, a crisp cracking sound rang out in his ears. Li Qiye directly bit the divine weapon, as crisp as a cucumber.
Li Wendao was a little confused. Although it was just a primordial spiritual treasure, in the Fantasy World, the levels of the magic treasures were primordial magic treasure, primordial spiritual treasure, primordial supreme treasure, supreme magic treasure, supreme supreme treasure, supreme treasure, world creation magic treasure, world creation spiritual treasure, and world creation supreme treasure.
A Connate Numinous treasure was only a relatively low-level existence, but it did not seem to be something that ordinary people could chew on. Moreover, this comfortable expression made him have the urge to chew on it!
"Ding! Congratulations! You have devoured the Confucian School Brush of the World and obtained 300 Tang Poems!”
"Ding! Congratulations! You have received 1000 Experience Points!”
"Ding! Congratulations to the player for leveling up. Congratulations to the player for advancing to the second firmament of the Dao Palace!”
"Ding! Congratulations to the player for leveling up. Congratulations to the player for advancing to the third Firmament of the Dao Palace."
"Ding! Congratulations to the player for leveling up. Congratulations to the player for advancing to the Fourth Firmament of the Dao Palace!”
As Li Qiye swallowed the World Confucian Brush, the system notification rang out in his ears. It was truly worthy of being called the work of his grandfather, the Divine Craftsman. The taste was truly first-class!
The increase in his cultivation was not unexpected to Li Qiye, but... what the hell was this 300 Tang poems?
Learning 300 Tang poems, even if you don't know how to write poems, you can recite them?
Li Qiye had a feeling that these three hundred poems were the key to the success of his Confucian Sect's founding ceremony.
(Everyone, get out of the way. The main character is going to show off. There are still updates. Most of my updates are at night. Please forgive me. It's the weekend. I'll be in seclusion to update.)）
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