The Confucian Way: How Am I Supposed to Live with Demonic Qi All Over Me?

“Others write poetry to summon sages. I put pen to paper and conjure a domain of demons.” On the Tianshu Continent, factions within the human race colluded with demons, leading to the death of a Semi-Saint and a crushing human defeat. The Holy Academy was furious, suspending the civil service exams in all six kingdoms and placing the world's scholars under surveillance. Yi Chuan transmigrated into this world, thinking he could show off his skills in this Confucian cultivation realm. But when the clan chief forced open his sea of learning on his deathbed and ushered him into the ranks of scholars, Yi Chuan began to suspect he was doomed sooner or later. His sea of learning, which should have been empty and nurtured righteous qi, was instead as black as an abyss, surging with vast oceans of demonic qi. Every time he wrote a poem, Yi Chuan worried that his literary talent would run out and the demonic qi would surge forth. “Song of the Lime” can forge courage when righteous qi emerges, but when demonic qi does, it leaves you with nothing but your courage. “Man Jiang Hong” can proclaim your might with righteous qi, but with demonic qi, it scatters your ashes. “River Snow” plus “A Visitor Stays in the Mountains” turns into an old angler who freezes a thousand miles of demonic wasteland. “The Old Charcoal Seller” plus “The Stone Trench Official” conjures an elderly couple who tear apart a great Confucian scholar's barrier with their bare hands. Years later, the great Confucian scholars of the noble clans shouted, “This boy has the makings of a rebel seed!” while rebel scholars roared, “If we don't kill you, we're no rebels!” Yi Chuan stood atop the withered bones of a Demon Saint and couldn't help sighing: This saint is covered in demonic qi. How are you all supposed to survive?