novelraw Chapter 809: The False Sage Must Be Punished!
Chapter 809: The False Sage Must Be Punished!
A giant towering a thousand meters high, is this even within the realm of imagination!?
A typical residential building is about three meters high per floor; a hundred floors would only be three hundred meters, and three hundred floors would just about reach nine hundred meters!!
Right now, China's tallest skyscraper, the Tianhai Center Tower, is just over six hundred meters, already looking like it pierces the clouds from the ground, extremely magnificent!
Moreover, a building and a human being of the same height give off completely different levels of impact!
Yu Junling was stunned.
She looked at the giant standing before her, straddling heaven and earth, utterly incredulous, her mind buzzing in a chaotic mess, her thoughts momentarily at a standstill!
Oh my god!
A giant over a thousand meters tall, could this really be Qin Heng!?
Unbelievable!
This is truly beyond imagination!!
"How is this possible!?"
Zhu Lang screamed in terror, watching as Qin Heng transformed from an "ordinary person" into a giant thousands of meters tall, like a mountain, almost scaring him out of his wits!
At this moment, the Innate True Qi within Zhu Lang was about to reverse and scatter, his expression twisted, terrified to the extreme, on the verge of madness, unable to believe the reality before him.
Clearly just an ordinary person, why did he suddenly explode with such horrific power!??
Shocked and shaken, Zhu Lang found himself frozen mid-air, as Qin Heng's palm reached for him, and he failed to dodge. It wasn't until the hand neared that he realized, but by then it was too late!!
Bang!
Qin Heng's fingers closed tight, directly grabbing Zhu Lang in his hand, now nearly a hundred meters long, making it impossible for Zhu Lang to resist in any way!
Still, Zhu Lang was unable to speak. Within seconds, he would be crushed to death in Qin Heng's palm, so Qin Heng opened his hand, extending two fingers of his other hand to pinch Zhu Lang.
Just like pinching an ant.
"You are a disciple of that degenerate Confucian loser Zhu Xi?" Qin Heng looked down at Zhu Lang, pinched in his grasp, and said indifferently, "Tell me where he is, and I'll go kill him."
Qin Heng had no fondness for Zhu Xi, the so-called saint of the Confucian Sect, and even extreme disgust, for Zhu's Neoconfucianism had been the culprit that shackled the thoughts and spirit of the Chinese people for hundreds of years!
The stagnation of social development over these centuries, the sinking of the Divine Province a hundred years ago, an incomparable disgrace—all of these were linked to Zhu Xi's philosophy. This so-called Confucian saint was a historic criminal to the Chinese people, deserving of a thousand cuts, and annihilation in both form and spirit!
"Ahhhh! How dare you insult my master Zhu Xi and slander my Confucian saint, you're courting death!!" Zhu Lang roared, glaring at Qin Heng, and said in a deep voice:
"I don't care who you are, or how powerful, release me immediately, or when my master arrives, he will destroy your entire clan! My master Zhu Xi is already at the level of a Saint Lord, truly invincible in this era where Great Saints do not emerge!"
Buzz!
Qin Heng casually threw Zhu Lang out of his left hand, tearing through the air and colliding with layers of turbulent Yuan Qi, throwing his qi and blood into turmoil, his True Qi raging, his whole being in excruciating pain, until finally, he crashed into Qin Heng's right hand palm with a bang!
Still, he had not escaped the grasp of his palm!!
On the ground, Yu Junling was a little shocked, eyes wide open, looking at Qin Heng in disbelief, muttering: "So strong, truly strong, incredibly strong!!"
In Yu Junling's eyes, a figure like Zhu Lang, an Innate Grandmaster, was already invincible and beyond confrontation, but now, he was like a mere ant, casually toyed with in Qin Heng's hands!
Incredible!
Truly incredible!!
"Qin Heng, who exactly are you?" Yu Junling asked, immensely shocked as she looked at Qin Heng, curious about his identity.
Meanwhile, Zhu Lang was utterly disheveled.
Having crashed into Qin Heng's palm, he felt as though he'd fallen thousands of meters, every bone almost shattered, his head about to burst, blood streaming from his orifices, in extreme pain.
Yet, even in this state, Zhu Lang still couldn't believe Qin Heng would kill him, daring to continue his threats, demanding Qin Heng release him and let him go!
"Stop! Stop! You have no idea how strong my master is, do you even know what a Saint Lord means!?!"
Zhu Lang lay in Qin Heng's palm, looking at the formidable giant, saying: "Even if you are a thousand meters tall, you're nothing more than a tiny ant in the realm of a Saint Lord, utterly insignificant. If you kill me, you are doomed! Doomed!"
Bam!!
Qin Heng clapped his hands together casually, like a regular person applauding, yet it shattered most of Zhu Lang's bones. When the hands parted, Zhu Lang convulsed, trembling uncontrollably, his facial expressions entirely twisted, in utter agony.
From body to limbs, everything was twisted and deformed, reduced to a pulp, utterly tragic, surviving only because of his Innate level cultivation and protective True Qi; a regular person would have been long dead.
"I didn't ask for your nonsense," Qin Heng said indifferently, his thousand-meter frame making his regular speech sound like rumbling thunder, stirring clouds, shaking mountains and rivers. "I'll ask you once more, where is Zhu Xi?"
"Thi-this..." Zhu Lang was utterly defeated, unable to speak properly, looking at Qin Heng with fear in his eyes, finally trembled and said: "Master, master is at the Mead High School First Middle School, teaching national studies."
"A pedantic hypocrite of Neoconfucianism, teaching national studies to high schoolers?" Qin Heng squinted slightly, sneering: "That old dog wants to dig a grave for the young generation!"
Indeed, within the study of classics, there are countless essences, the heritage left by the ancestors, a treasure that should never be forgotten; however, among them also lie many obsolete dregs from the old times, shackles of free thought, tools for the rulers to facilitate the stupefaction of the public!
And these dregs, these families, these tools of rulers, are mostly inseparably linked to Neoconfucianism and Zhu Xi; him teaching national studies to high schoolers is essentially destroying the lives of students!!
Worthy of demise!!
Qin Heng's figure shook, restoring to regular human size, grabbing the now half-dead Zhu Lang single-handedly, turning to the dumbfounded Yu Junling, smiling lightly: "Coming?"
"Wh-where to?" Yu Junling was taken aback.
Still a bit dazed about what had transpired so suddenly, she had never imagined that someone she had invited to join the Yan Yu Sect would be so powerful.
"To slay the false saint!" Qin Heng smiled faintly, grabbing Yu Junling's wrist, stepping forward, causing the surrounding radiance to distort and fade, space twisting!
Traversing the Spirit Realm!