northernbook Chapter 483 Climbing
Chapter 483 Climbing
Chapter 483 Climbing
The mountain range soared into the clouds, leaving everyone present in awe.
"Don't be shocked. This is the Realm of the Six Arts, which was personally created by the Half-Saint. It is mainly to test your abilities in the Six Arts, so please enter here. Here, you can use your talent or write poems to gain the ability to climb. In short, whoever can climb to the top will be the first in the Six Arts."
"However, this time it's an elimination tournament. Once you fall, you'll be eliminated. Of course, no one will die here, only be eliminated."
After explaining these rules, Xie Ming made a guiding gesture and then slowly said...
As soon as the words were spoken, Yan Ming and the others also glared at Ye Ru and Kong Ling with resentment, their hearts filled with murderous intent.
Since they can be eliminated, we can write poems to attack them.
"Since we can use our talents and other abilities, we don't need to hold back this time."
Taking a deep breath, Yan Feng spoke with murderous intent, clearly indicating that these ghostly scholars had already listed Ye Ru as their number one kill target.
"Alright, everyone, let's go up now, and the competition officially begins!"
As the words fell, the scholars exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of fighting spirit in the other's eyes. Then, with a stomp of their feet, they hurtled towards the massive mountain range.
"Let's go. It seems we'll be facing these ghost scholars in the next few matches. Although this is my first time fighting them, I feel pretty good about it."
"At least they give me a goal to strive for and achieve."
Kong Ling and Ye Ru exchanged a glance, showing no fear whatsoever. As members of a family of saints, he was free from worldly prejudices, especially against someone as talented and wise as Ye Ru.
"I hope you can keep it up."
Ye Ru nodded, and his gaze toward Kong Ling held a newfound appreciation.
"Confucius once taught us two sayings. One of them is, 'When you see someone who is virtuous, think of emulating them; when you see someone who is not virtuous, examine yourself.' The other is, 'Choose what is good and follow it; correct what is not good.' I have always taken this as my motto and strive to put it into practice."
Kong Ling continued.
“You are a promising young man. If all the scholars in the world were like you, then there would probably be no borders between the ten kingdoms.”
Sighing, Ye Ru continued, then glanced upwards. Many people had already begun climbing towards that spot, which made him turn his head and say:
"Let's go, let's go too. We can't let Ghost Scholar and his group win the top prize in any category."
Nodding to each other, Ye Ru and Kong Ling stomped their feet and sped off towards that spot, disappearing from everyone's sight.
As Ye Ru and the others disappeared, everyone's curiosity was once again aroused.
They all wanted to know who would emerge victorious in this round. The Ghost Scholar, having lost three rounds in a row, was absolutely unwilling to accept defeat and would certainly take action against Ye Ru and his group.
Moreover, this time, being able to use their talent and poetry has inadvertently expanded the abilities of those ghostly scholars.
After all, in a one-on-one fight, the human scholar is no match for the ghost scholar.
The area was shrouded in mist, resembling a fairyland, but it also carried a hint of danger.
"Let's go."
Taking a deep breath, Ye Ru suddenly began to climb towards the mountaintop.
Having prior experience, there was not much pressure at all, and having learned from his previous mistake, the Ghost Scholar would certainly not resort to the same foolish methods again.
Unaware of any definite dangers ahead, Ye Ru did not climb quickly. Instead, he stayed behind some scholars, carefully observing the mountaintop.
"Hmph, are all scholars this timid?"
Seeing that all the scholars were behind the ghost scholar, Yan Jin laughed loudly and said sarcastically.
"How can a defeated opponent be considered cowardly?"
Ye Ru spoke in a loud, booming voice, which made Yan Jin's face turn extremely cold.
"Wait."
Taking a deep breath, Yan Jin thought to himself, then raised his head and continued crawling forward.
"Why is that person from the Ye family, the family of Confucius, climbing so slowly?"
Seeing this, Zhang Dong frowned and said.
"Better safe than sorry. This literary gathering in Jin State is fraught with hidden dangers. I have a feeling that this time it won't go so smoothly."
Zhang Zhi shook his head, disagreeing with Zhang Dong's statement, and then spoke again.
"You mean..."
Before Zhang Dong could finish speaking, some strange changes occurred in the secret realm, and this situation made him take a deep breath.
"No way……"
Ye Ru looked up and saw something seemingly falling from the distant mountaintop, and a bad premonition surged into his mind.
Because this situation has occurred before.
"what is that?"
Kong Ling looked up at the black dot and the fallen stone, a look of confusion on her face.
"Hehe, these little guys, this isn't something you can get through so easily."
Xie Ming's lips curled into a playful smile. Although the Six Arts of Imperial Chariots is not the most important of the Six Arts, it is still very important.
After all, whether leading troops into battle or strolling in the garden, horsemanship was a skill that had to be mastered.
Not only Xie Ming, but everyone else also wore a mocking smile.
"I think this is definitely not a good thing..."
Seemingly having learned something, Ye Ru's face turned solemn, and he spoke in a deep voice.
"Be careful, you can use your talent here. Use your talent to protect yourself first, otherwise you'll suffer later."
Ye Ru shook his head, his gaze fixed on the distance, then mobilized the talent within his body, finally enveloping himself.
Seeing Ye Ru's impressive display, Kong Ling followed Ye Ru's example and used her talent to protect herself.
Yan Jin and the others stared in surprise as the black dot on the mountaintop approached from afar. Their expressions turned extremely grim, and they immediately shouted at the Ghost Scholar below:
"Everyone, use your talents!"
As soon as the words fell, countless people unleashed a torrent of dark talent, which swept across the land, casting a shadow over the entire world.
"Alright, these ghost scholars must be these people."
"Write it down, and we'll calculate them one by one after the competition ends."
Seeing this, Xie Ming's face turned cruel. He then turned to a scholar who looked like a general and said in a deep voice.
"Yes!"
After the general left, Xie Ming's eyes flashed, then he sneered and said:
"Since you want to get a piece of the pie from our match, you'd better be prepared to suffer serious consequences..."