Tinglou naturally would not answer the other party's question.
Since they had already torn away all pretense, he might as well make things even more absolute.
In any case, now that things had come to this, it was either you die or I live. Why waste more breath on the enemy here?
As the thought flashed through his mind, Wang Tinglou made his move.
Boom!
Golden flames of qi actually surged from the surface of his body, enveloping him entirely.
The Ancient Demon's eyes widened at once. Was this a joke? This man's Haoran Qi was actually dense to such a degree.
Unlike other schools of immortal cultivation, the Confucian Sect emphasized the pairing of cultivation methods with cultivation of the heart.
In other words, while cultivating immortality, one also had to nurture Haoran Qi.
And this thing was not obtained through meditation. Even xiucai scholars among mortals could possess it, while erudite great Confucians would have it even more thickly.
The Confucian Sect, as the name implied, drew its Haoran Qi from the classics, histories, philosophers, and literary collections. The more thoroughly one understood the ancient tomes left behind by sages of antiquity, the purer and denser one's Haoran Qi would become.
Cultivate oneself, manage one's household, bring peace to all under heaven...
This was the wish of worldly scholars, and for immortal cultivators of the Confucian Sect, it was the three stages of Haoran Qi.
Wang Tinglou's origins had been rough and winding. He had once been the man who placed first in the imperial examinations and was summoned to become an imperial son-in-law, only to later be falsely accused and obtain his immortal opportunity in prison.
He had passed the palace examination before the age of twenty, and before he had even set foot on the immortal