Imperial Academy.
"Ah-choo!"
Zeng Anmin sneezed for no apparent reason.
He looked up blankly and glanced around. "Who's talking about me?"
"My body's perfectly healthy. Why the hell am I sneezing?!"
A trace of emptiness showed in his eyes.
At that moment, he was sitting in a chair.
Bored out of his mind, he stared at his own hand.
A faint cluster of golden light flickered in and out of sight above his fingers.
"Vast Righteous Qi..."
His expression turned solemn.
Ever since leaving the Profound Formation Division that day, he had been searching for a spiritual root known as the "Heavenly Lotus."
Yet he had turned over every history book and every sort of record.
He still had not found this spiritual root.
"Could Xu Mingxin that brat be pulling my leg..."
Zeng Anmin reclined in his chair, his gaze growing suspicious.
But the bizarre breath that brat had described was exactly the same as the red aura eroding his Golden Tablet within his Sea of Consciousness.
If not for that, he would probably have truly believed Xu Mingxin harbored ill intentions.
Within his Sea of Consciousness.
Zeng Anmin's Confucian Dharma Aspect stood in the air.
Six Confucian artifacts revolved around the Dharma Aspect.
Only, the Golden Tablet among them was slowly being eroded by a strange red aura.
The speed was slow.
But Zeng Anmin could feel it. At most, in another month, the red Bizarre Qi would completely occupy the Golden Tablet and begin invading the abacus beside it.
"Good thing I've got six Confucian artifacts."
"Put any Confucian Cultivator with only one Confucian artifact in my place, and their cultivation would probably already be crippled."
A trace of relief sounded in Zeng Anmin's voice.
"Judging by the speed at which this Bizarre Qi is spreading, in