Peace Order-Chapter 798 - 96: The Good Fruits of the Fire Qilin, the Twin Plan of the Academy, One’s Name Shakes the World
Chapter 798: Chapter 96: The Good Fruits of the Fire Qilin, the Twin Plan of the Academy, One’s Name Shakes the World
The manor of Gongyang Su Wang seemed to be unoccupied, so the motion of this claw extending from the darkness carried an indescribable sense of oppression and grandeur, firmly gripping the head of the Little Qilin.
Whoosh!
The sharp claw snapped out, catching the Little Qilin.
A grave and ominous voice emerged from the shadow, solemn and compassionate, yet inexplicably sent chills down one’s spine:
"Come, there are many, many more..."
"Good fruits to eat.
The eyes of the Fire Qilin brimmed with teary sparkles.
Li Guan asked, "Senior?"
The Old Qilin’s voice was calm and slow, "To learn is to recognize one’s insufficiency, to teach is to understand the hardship. The Qilin indulges beyond this world due to its innocent nature, yet such unbridled indulgence is not the righteous path."
"A jade uncut won’t make a good tool."
"Marquis Qin Wu, do you wish for the Fire Qilin to grow unrestrained, ignorant of knowledge?"
"Even if you agree, I am his elder. In this world, only he and I are the Qilins. I cannot let him continue this reckless behavior. I need to teach him all the knowledge and divine abilities of our Qilin lineage."
Li Guan said, "He said he had been away for three years..."
The Old Qilin spoke slowly, "Time passes thus, without stopping day or night."
"It’s merely a minor method within the ancient Tao of Confucianism."
"The Fire Qilin is gifted with exceptional talent and a long lifespan. He can withstand short-term changes in the flow of time, while humans cannot. Alright, young friend, you may go. You have things you wish to do, do you not?"
The aged Qilin watched Li Guan before him and said:
"I have been watching the changes in the Academy."
"Initially, Master Su Wang was unwilling to write down his thoughts and pass them down to future generations. The earliest classics of Confucianism were recorded by his disciples from his words and deeds, and were eventually compiled into volumes. Master himself was [focused on imparting, not on creating]."
"Because once he passed down his words in writing."
"Future generations would distort his original meanings, leveraging his authority to promote their own ideologies. If everyone did this, Confucianism would decline."
"Yet his disciples still did so."
"Even if there are pure-hearted among them, they too would gradually accumulate selfish human desires. I too hope that you can go further. As for this little one, leave him to me."
The gaze of the Old Qilin fell upon the Fire Qilin.
A cold yet kind smile appeared on His face.
"Come now, there are plenty of good fruits to eat."
"Didn’t you say, the more the better?"
"Want to eat your fill?"
The Fire Qilin struggled, "No, I’m full, I’m full!"
"I, I have indigestion!"
"I, I, I have a poor appetite!"
The claws of the Fire Qilin snapped out, firmly gripping the ground.
"No worries, hehehe... isn’t the old one still here?"
The voice of the Old Qilin was gentle and compassionate, yet the red scale armor of the Fire Qilin turned pale.
The Old Qilin dragged the Fire Qilin further inside. The Little Qilin’s power burst forth, tearing large swathes of shattered patterns on the earth—the desperate struggle released intense heat.
Without sound, without trace.
The ground torn and melted, His scratches turned the clay earth into a state resembling molten lava, and then left large areas of slowly flowing golden-red magma; the intense heat distorted the air.
Regardless of His own strength or the degree of condensation, both had greatly increased.
But it was of no use.
The Fire Qilin was slowly dragged back.
The created molten lava magma was directly suppressed by the Old Qilin.
"Too tender."
The Old Qilin, like catching a mischievous kitten, walked back, the pace of retreat stable, gradually fading into the darkness, his aged scale armor and mane slightly trembling.
The benevolent face retreated into the darkness, bringing an oppressive air.
"Don’t worry, there are plenty of good fruits."
"Too full to eat."
"I’ll feed them to you.
"Don’t want to eat anymore!!! Yiyaaaahhhhh!!!"
Boom!
The great door of Gongyang Su Wang slammed shut, the screams of the Little Qilin muffled. Li Guan stood speechless, a wry smile shaking his head; the Old Qilin, as an elder and one of only two Qilins in this world, was determined to make up for the five hundred years of frivolous life the Little Qilin had squandered.
The Fire Qilin lay flat.
The Old Qilin slowly lifted his paw, speaking slowly, "You should also be able to feel the changes in you over these past three years. At this moment, you are already capable of defeating the you who had just entered Central State."
The Fire Qilin murmured, "I don’t want to eat any fruits."
The Old Qilin did not reply, only saying, "You being by his side should know, the tasks Li Guan intends to undertake are greater than those of his father. His father merely offended Chen Country, but what he aims to do is to challenge the ancient order of this world."
"Wen Lingjun’s strategy allowed him to temporarily don a disguise."
"But eventually, the fangs are bound to be revealed, and on that day, the world will be hostile."
The aged Qilin sighed, his voice kind yet filled with regret:
"You are about to witness the events of Taiping Duke once more."
"Do you want to see Li Guan die before you?"
The scales of the Fire Qilin faintly glowed with a reddish-gold hue.
The Old Qilin watched Him, his tone compassionate. The ancient Confucianism valued straightforwardness in a mentor and friend, and thus spoke just as directly and sharply as the ancient Master, mercilessly tearing through the inner demons of the Fire Qilin:
"Not striving before things happen, and the sorrow afterward, is merely a form of weakness; having already experienced such grief once, yet still not seeking advancement,"
"is even worse than the lowest of nags."
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