Chapter 1 Jiang Saint, Please Enter the Hall of Sages

"Jiang Saint, please enter the Hall of Sages."

The speaker was an old man with snow-white hair, standing at the entrance of the Hall of Sages. He was as thin as a skeleton, like a dying tree, looking at Jiang Xuan with gentle light in his eyes.

Jiang Xuan knew this person; he was the contemporary Eastern Saint, Wang Jinglong. Despite his current appearance, he had an extremely fiery temper. He was now in this state because he had fought a desperate battle with a demon race Demisaint.

Moreover, he was a Demisaint who wholeheartedly served the human race, making many sacrifices. Jiang Xuan herself admired him greatly.

"Mister Jinglong, please!"

Jiang Xuan had studied his poems and doctrines, and coupled with her respect for him, she addressed him as "Mister."

Inside the Hall of Sages was a Saint Platform, upon which were many statues, enshrining all those who had been conferred sainthood from ancient times to the present. These people were the backbone of the human race.

The Sages entered the hall, and the doors of the main hall closed. Many great Confucians and Academicians of the Saint Academy knew that this was the opening of the Saint Council, to hold a Saint Council for this new Saint, and an unprecedented female Saint.

"If any of you have doubts, feel free to speak."

Several figures sat inside the Hall of Sages, illuminated by bright lamps, resembling the myriad lights of the human race, constantly reminding the Sages.

"Very well, then I, this old man, shall ask first." Eastern Saint King Jinglong spoke first, "Jiang Saint, when preaching the Dao in the myriad realms, we already knew the essentials of martial arts, but we also felt that martial arts and the Saintly Dao of the Hundred Schools seem to have essential differences. Could you please explain this to us?"

Jiang Xuan was not surprised and looked at the Sages, answering, "Now, the Saintly Dao of the Hundred Schools is based on talent qi, with Wen Qu as its source, and laid the foundation by the Great Sage Confucius. Therefore, I call it the Confucian Dao."

"The Confucian Dao?"

Several Demisaints pondered slightly. They had never heard of this term, and had always referred to it as the Saintly Dao of the Hundred Schools. But upon closer thought, this term was indeed appropriate.

Now, the Saintly Dao of the Hundred Schools all branched out from the Confucian Saintly Dao created by the Great Sage Confucius. Even when Jiang Xuan pioneered martial arts, she also impacted the Saintly Dao of the Hundred Schools, intercepting the torrent of the Saintly Dao.

It could be said that the many Saintly Daos of the human race all originated from the Confucian Dao. Therefore, there was no problem in calling this path of cultivation the Confucian Dao.

"However, in the myriad realms, there are trillions of stars, but our human race only takes Wen Qu. Even though it is the Supreme Star, it is ultimately insufficient for the human race."

All the Sages nodded at these words. Indeed, although Wen Qu was the Supreme Star, the human race could not control Wen Qu Star. The amount of talent qi was determined by heaven. Otherwise, the human race would not worry about the number of literary positions.

"It is precisely because of this that I took a different path, creating martial arts, guiding the power of the stars, refining the primordial qi of heaven and earth, strengthening the body, forging the divine soul, comprehending the will of the myriad laws of heaven and earth, and becoming a god of my own accord."

Jiang Xuan continued, her eyes reflecting the starry sky of the myriad realms, with stars seeming to rise and fall in her eyes. This kind of phenomenon startled even the Sages, far surpassing ordinary Demisaints.

Then, she looked at the Sages and said, "The biggest difference between martial arts and the Confucian Dao is that martial arts draws on the power of the stars, while the Confucian Dao mainly relies on the talent qi descended from Wen Qu Star. Both have their advantages and disadvantages, but overall, martial arts is easier to popularize."

"Oh? Jiang Saint, please elaborate."

Another old man spoke again, with the aura of the mortal world on his body. Jiang Xuan only pondered slightly and guessed his identity.

"...Very well."

Jiang Xuan had not intended to ask outsiders for help, after all, it was a soul tool, although it could also be said to be a mechanism, it was still very different from the current mechanism techniques. Even if the Mo family and Gongshu family came, they would have to relearn, so it was better for her to refine it alone.

However, she would not be able to maintain it herself in the future. This was also an opportunity to impart relevant knowledge to the Mo family and Gongshu family, and leave the maintenance work to them in the future.

"Jiang Saint, I wonder if we can cultivate martial arts concurrently? Is the matter of lifespan true?" Wang Jinglong asked again, while glancing at a blue-robed scholar sitting next to him.

That was also a Demisaint, wearing a black jade belt and a virtuous crown, with only a few strands of black hair among his silver hair, and fine wrinkles on his face.

And this Demisaint was the one Jiang Xuan was most familiar with; she had almost been engaged to one of his descendants.

"Mister Jinglong, rest assured, both martial arts and the Confucian Dao take the power of the stars as their source, and the two are not mutually exclusive. As for lifespan, it is not false. If one achieves sainthood through martial arts, one can indeed live for ten thousand years." Jiang Xuan said with a smile.

Then, as if thinking of something, she looked at the blue-robed scholar and continued, "If Mister Guanhai cultivates martial arts with a Saintly body, although he may not be able to enter sainthood, reaching the Martial Emperor realm and achieving great success in the primordial spirit is not difficult, which may heal the injuries on Mister's body and greatly increase his lifespan."

The Jing Kingdom only had one Demisaint, and that was the blue-robed scholar in front of him, Chen Guanhai, but he had been fighting against the wolf race Demisaint Lang Lu for many years, and had suffered heavy injuries, with little lifespan remaining.

But he was a Demisaint worthy of respect. Previously, Jiang Xuan had refused the engagement. If it were another Demisaint family, they would have certainly pursued the matter. The Chen family had originally intended to pursue Jiang family's responsibility, but was stopped by Chen Guanhai. He did not force Jiang Xuan, and even restrained the Chen family from retaliating.

Although Jiang Xuan had already entered the Chaos Space at that time, even if the Chen family wanted to cause trouble, they would only be asking for trouble. But Chen Guanhai's actions won Jiang Xuan's favor.

Not to mention that he was the only Demisaint of the Jing Kingdom, who had protected the people of the Jing Kingdom countless times. Jiang Xuan naturally respected him immensely.

"Oh?" Chen Guanhai's gaze was extremely gentle, his eyes were like the clearest gems in the world, without a trace of impurities, yet they seemed to be able to accommodate everything in the world. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he were teasing, "In that case, does this old man still have hope to live a few more years?"

"You old fellow, don't always look so calm and indifferent. You should be secretly happy that you can heal your old injuries." Eastern Saint King Jinglong scolded with a smile. He and Chen Guanhai were friends and had fought against the demon and barbarian races together.

Chen Guanhai's lifespan and injuries had previously worried him a lot, but now hearing Jiang Xuan's answer, he could be considered relieved.

At the same time, he was also pondering in his heart, and was also preparing to concurrently cultivate the martial arts created by Jiang Xuan, not for anything else, but to live longer and continue to protect the human race forward.

"Hehe, I am already satisfied that a new Saint has been born in my Jing Kingdom. Even if I die in the next moment, I can leave with a smile." Chen Guanhai looked at Jiang Xuan, his gentle eyes filled with a kind of joy.

Previously, he had also heard of Jiang Xuan, who was originally going to marry a descendant of his family's third generation, but later refused. He didn't care at the time, and only restrained his own disciples, not to retaliate.

After all, the Jing Kingdom was already precarious. If there was internal friction due to this small matter, only those close to them would suffer, and those who hated them would rejoice.

However, he never would have thought that this junior he had never met would create a Saintly Dao in just a few months, directly entering the Saintly realm and becoming the first female Saint in history.

"You old fellow!" Wang Jinglong scolded with a smile. He was most familiar with this old friend and knew his character. These words were definitely sincere, but they made people feel sad.

"Mister Guanhai, don't say that. Our human race cannot be without Mister Guanhai." Jiang Xuan said with a smile. Chen Guanhai's character was well-known among the Sages.

"Moreover, I am very much looking forward to what kind of expressions those people who are secretly causing trouble will have after Mister Guanhai recovers."

Jiang Xuan was alluding to something, and several Demisaints inadvertently looked at someone, who was the youngest one among the Sages present. He had a full head of black hair, without a single white hair, and looked like a middle-aged man, but no one would underestimate him.

Because he was also a Demisaint, from the School of Miscellaneous.

"This matter is not to blame on others, there is no need to be like this." Chen Guanhai said to Jiang Xuan, he did not want to see infighting within the human race.

"Since Mister Guanhai has said so, this junior will naturally not say more. However, this Saint does not want to see those people again. If they are still in the Jing Kingdom within a month, this Saint will kill them all."

Jiang Xuan said bluntly, her eyes like torches, looking at Zong Moju, who was calm on the side. Among the Demisaints, if there was anyone whom Jiang Xuan disliked the most, it would definitely be Zong Moju, who had schemed in the Jing Kingdom, using the Left Prime Minister of the Jing Kingdom, Liu Shan, as his Dao enforcer, and had plotted many times.

The Jing Kingdom was now precarious, and he should take most of the credit for that. Even Chen Guanhai's injuries had something to do with him.

"Jiang Saint is quite domineering." Zong Moju slowly raised his head, his eyes were as calm as an ancient well, as if he had seen the passage of time and was already accustomed to it.

"Unlike all of you, I am a Martial Saint, in charge of killing. If you want to play tricks on me, first see if you are worthy of me killing." Jiang Xuan did not smile faintly, but the killing intent was not concealed at all.

"Cough... Jiang Saint is a new Saint. According to the rules, the next imperial examination should be presided over by you as the chief examiner. I wonder what Jiang Saint's wishes are?"

At this time, an old man in a blue robe smoothed things over. The wrinkles on this old man's face were sparse. At first glance, he looked only forty or fifty years old. Only upon closer inspection would one discover that he was exceptionally old.

He was Mi Fengdian, the Demisaint of the Shu Kingdom, who had only been conferred sainthood in recent years. He was also the chief examiner of this year's imperial examination.

This also made Jiang Xuan realize one thing, this time's child student examination should be when Fang Yun appears, but she is not interested in considering these now.

Looking at Mi Fengdian, and then looking at the several Demisaints sitting in the Hall of Sages, Jiang Xuan seemed to make some kind of decision in her heart.

She did not answer Mi Fengdian's question, but instead asked, "Gentlemen, I have a question. Can I ask you to answer it?"

"Feel free to ask."

The Southern Saint spoke, and the other Sages nodded as well. The new Saint originally had a Dao discussion conference, but Jiang Xuan's Saint Conferral Ceremony had not yet been held, so it was naturally not yet time for the Dao discussion.

"I have a question. Which is stronger, the Ten Kingdoms or the Qin and Han Dynasties?"

As soon as she said these words, the expressions of the Sages changed. They were all the most top-notch existences of the human race, so how could they not hear the meaning in Jiang Xuan's words? But it was precisely because they knew that they were like this.

"Jiang Saint, as a Saint, you should focus on the entire human race, and not be limited to one family or one country." Zong Moju said.

Jiang Xuan looked at him, with a smile, "When will Saint Zong stop the School of Miscellaneous from interfering in the internal affairs of the Qing, Jing, and Gu Kingdoms, then come and say these words to me."

The implication was very simple: you are not qualified to say these words to me. You schemed in the Ten Kingdoms, used Dao enforcers to interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, and caused many innocent soldiers and people to lose their lives. Where do you get the qualifications to say these to her?

These words made the Sages present stunned. They never expected that this little girl Jiang Xuan would be so domineering. This was completely not giving Zong Moju any face, it was not even slapping his face, but trampling on him fiercely!

Even Zong Moju was stunned. Even with his temperament, he was somewhat angry at this moment.

Jiang Xuan was too lazy to pay attention to him. He was just a Demisaint, it was too easy to suppress him. She even hoped that Zong Moju would take action, so that she could find an excuse for martial arts to directly devour the Saintly Dao of the School of Miscellaneous completely.