My whole clan is a master, I have become invincible by investing in my clan members

The man in blue's eyes lit up slightly.

Then he turned his head and looked at Jiang Daoxuan.

After a moment, he smiled faintly.

He stood up slowly, his body as straight as a bamboo, and there was a hint of clarity in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

"Tongtian Taoist." Jiang Daoxuan responded calmly.

The man in green did not speak immediately, but looked at Jiang Daoxuan again.

His eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could see through everything about the person in front of him.

But after a moment, he withdrew his gaze, as if with emotion.

"The name of Daoist friend actually reveals arrogance."

Jiang Daoxuan smiled slightly, his eyes sweeping across the bluestone and bamboo forest behind him, and said calmly: "I used to think that martial arts flourished in the world, while literature was dormant."

"I never thought I would meet you, Han Mingzi."

"With the power of literature and Taoism, one can feel the movement of heaven and earth and condense the energy of Taoism, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"You recognize me, sir?" Han Mingzi was startled, then smiled bitterly. "The Way of Literature is but a minor path in the eyes of the world. I entered the Way through literature, yet I have often been looked down upon. I wonder why you have come?"

Jiang Daoxuan smiled and said, "Literature is not a trivial path. Wherever the pen points, it can determine the fate of the world."

"You wish to emulate the predecessors and enter the realm of literary sainthood, but your thoughts are bound and you are stagnant."

"Why have you been sitting in this bamboo forest for fifty years, so alone?"

At this moment, he had already confirmed the other party's identity.

He was the leader of literature and art during the Human Emperor period, and also the prime minister who assisted the Human Emperor in unifying the five realms, the literary saint - Han Mingzi!

However, compared with the various brilliant achievements recorded in history.

The other party now seems to be a little confused, and has not yet proved his truth through writing and become a literary saint.

Apart from these, what impressed Jiang Daoxuan the most were his younger generations.

Jiang Xuanji's son - Jiang Yi.

He is the second person in the past three million years to cause strange changes in the stone statues of the sages, following the literary sage Han Mingzi.

At this moment, Han Mingzi's eyes trembled slightly, he lowered his head and fell silent.

Jiang Daoxuan said softly, "Brother Han, why do you insist on proving your truth through writing?"

"There are thousands of ways to practice Taoism in this world, so why bother yourself with so much suffering?"

Han Mingzi took a deep breath and said slowly: "It is difficult to become a saint by using literature."

"Most people conquer territory through force, but I wish to use my words and my pen to bring peace to the Five Realms."

“However, among the three thousand great ways, the path of the Way of Literature is full of difficulties and hardships. It is not the Way of Killing and is often despised and ignored.”

His eyes were as sharp as torches, as if he was looking through the bamboo forest towards the distant horizon.

"But I don't believe it. I believe that words can also govern a country and bring peace to the world, educate the people, determine the fate of the world, and soothe people's hearts."

"Conflict in the world shouldn't just involve swords and blood. I want to prove that the way of literature is just as good as the way of martial arts!"

Jiang Daoxuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Looking at the tall man in front of him, he suddenly felt a little emotional.

Han Mingzi of this era has not yet reached the top, but he already has his own firm beliefs.

"Do you know why people in the world look down on literature and Taoism?"

Jiang Daoxuan said casually.

Han Mingzi didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

At this time, Jiang Daoxuan continued, "Because the world believes in the strong, the shock brought by the martial arts is a ruthless duel between life and death."

“And the power of the Way of Literature, though seemingly useless, is actually even more difficult to manifest.”

"If you govern with literature, you must endure greater loneliness and confusion than others."

Han Mingzi was silent for a moment, his eyes gleaming slightly: "You are right, but it is precisely because of this that I need to persist."

Jiang Daoxuan chuckled: "If that's the case, why are you hesitant to take that step?"

Han Mingzi's eyes dimmed.

"Because the power of literature and Taoism cannot exert a stronger combat power in the confrontation with foreign lands."

"Your Majesty has unified the five regions, and the situation is precarious. If I take a wrong step, it may plunge the five regions into a deeper disaster."

"Besides, there is still no answer as to whether my Tao truly exists."

Hearing this, Jiang Daoxuan suddenly smiled and his tone softened: "Brother Han, what you are asking for is not nothing."

"If you think that the power of literature and Taoism is incapable of resisting foreign enemies, and you want to confine yourself here, you are underestimating yourself and this world."

Han Mingzi frowned slightly, as if touched.

Jiang Daoxuan turned and looked into the depths of the bamboo forest. His voice was like a bell: "The power of literature and the art of governing the world are not necessarily limited to writing and words."

"You and I both know that everything in the world has its own way."

"Martial arts can defeat the enemy externally, while literary arts can also conquer the enemy internally."

"You use words as weapons, writing as blades. If your will is firm, everything in the world can be used by you..."

Han Mingzi's heart was greatly shaken, and he whispered to himself: "Use words as weapons, use writing as blades..."

At this time, Jiang Daoxuan looked at Han Mingzi and said something that the other party had said after he became a literary saint.

"Brother Han, you can stabilize the country through literature and expand the territory through martial arts."

"And your literary way is to establish your mind for heaven and earth, and to establish your destiny for the people."

"If you have no doubts in your heart, the path to becoming a literary saint is already under your feet!"

Han Mingzi suddenly looked up, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

He stared at Jiang Daoxuan for a long time without saying a word.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes, his aura gradually gathered, the power of heaven and earth began to condense around his body, faintly revealing the aura of a great sage!

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian...thank you very much!"

Han Mingzi bowed deeply, his tone full of gratitude.

Immediately afterwards, the breath surged.

Among the bamboo forests, the rhythm of heaven and earth is intertwined.

"Culture can stabilize a nation, and military power can expand territory...establish a mind for heaven and earth, and a destiny for the people."

Han Mingzi murmured softly, his voice becoming more and more firm.

The aura of literature and Taoism around him became increasingly powerful, as if every word he spoke contained infinite power that could touch the rules of heaven and earth.

Soon, the air was filled with righteous energy, blending with the heaven and earth to form an invisible realm, as if turning the entire bamboo forest into a holy land.

Immediately afterwards, a golden beam of light shot up into the sky and pierced the clouds!

Countless golden words appeared faintly in the light column.

Each word carries an extremely profound meaning, as if engraved with the principles and truths of heaven and earth.

The words flowed in the beam of light, forming an endless vortex of literary energy, emitting a powerful pressure!

boom--

The whole world was shaken.

The surrounding bamboo forests withered instantly under this pressure and turned into dust.

Only Han Mingzi stood there, motionless, as if he was the center of heaven and earth.

At the same time, in various places in the Five Regions, the stone statues left by the literary saints of past dynasties suddenly showed strange phenomena.

Light slowly lit up in the stone statue's eyes, as if endless majesty was rising from them.

In every corner of the five domains, cultivators looked up and gazed into the distance with shocked expressions.

"This... the power of the Way of Literature is soaring to the sky. Could it be that someone has reached the realm of the Great Sage through the Way of Literature?"

"Incredible! After all these years, someone has finally reached the realm of the Sage of Literature!"

"The lineage of literature and Taoism will never end!"

Countless monks were shocked and whispered to each other.

Many powerful saints also showed surprise on their faces, and felt awe and admiration in their hearts.

The achievement of using writing to prove the truth is rare in the past thousands of years.

And from today on, their five domains will have a literary saint, who is also the only literary saint in the world!