Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

For a moment, Daozi had the urge to smash the *Confucian Classics* to the ground. However, considering that this book was his teacher’s magical tool, the incomparably important *Confucian Classics*, Daozi forcefully suppressed the urge to smash the book. Nevertheless, the terrifying “Three Dumb Dummies” voice still echoed in his head like a demonic chant.

‘Who was this?’ he thought. ‘Pinching her throat and calling out in such a coquettish manner—it was simply terrifying.’

“What do you mean?” the master of the Titanium Temple asked curiously.

He felt there must be a deeper meaning behind the words “Three Stupids.” “Could it be some kind of password?”

“How would I know?” Daozi replied, feeling like he was being scolded.

“Who gave you this *Confucian Classics*?” the Great Northern Emperor asked in puzzlement.

“I don’t know either!” Daozi smiled bitterly.

“Then where did this *Confucian Classics* come from? It locked onto you,” the Eight-Armed Immemorial Demon Venerable asked.

“I didn’t see it clearly!” Daozi looked up at the sky.

“Why don’t you know anything?” Scarlet Heaven Sword said.

Daozi was speechless. ‘I’m also in despair! I don’t want to be ignorant, and I want to appear knowledgeable, but I truly don’t know!’

“As for the *Confucian Classics*, it should have been with Shuhang,” Ye Si reminded him.

“So, little friend Shuhang was the one who sent the *Confucian Classics* over?” the Great Northern Emperor asked.

“No, Shuhang doesn’t know about this place,” Ye Si shook her head. Then, she added, “Also, I’m guessing that ‘Three Stupid Stupid’ should be Fairy Creation’s language.”

“Impossible, my junior sister’s voice isn’t that bad,” Daozi immediately defended his junior sister. “Who in the universe doesn’t know that the little junior sister that the Scholarly Sage had taken in possesses the sound of nature?”

“I meant ‘language language.’ It’s just that it sounds awkward when called out by this voice,” Ye Si said. “Senior Daozi, you should be paying attention to Fairy Creation, so… you should know that Fairy Creation doesn’t speak human language anymore.”

“I only reacted when Ye Si said that… This is indeed Fairy Creation’s language. Daozi should be able to understand it, right?” Scarlet Heaven Sword said.

Daozi was speechless. ‘I don’t understand either! I don’t understand what Junior Sister meant by “dazed,” “yayaya,” or “Yalaso”! My junior sister doesn’t speak human words, so I’m also in despair!’

At this time, Ye Si opened her eyes and said, “I just synchronized the information of the ghost spirit clone on Shuhang’s body. Senior Thrice Reckless just borrowed the *Confucian Classics* from Shuhang.”

“Is it that terrifying man? I have a deep impression of him,” Scarlet Heaven Sword said. “That’s a pathogen,” Scarlet Heaven Sword added. “Daozi, remember to disinfect it.”

Daozi was speechless. ‘Was it the little fellow Daoist that Grand Master Skylark had recently taken a fancy to?’

In fact, even after experiencing countless blows, the scholarly faction had been paying attention to Skylark’s news. After all, she was the teacher of a Saint.

“Could it be that Grandmaster Skylark asked him to give this book to me?” Daozi said slowly.

He stretched out his hand and flipped open his teacher’s *Confucian Classics*. The scholarly faction had always been paying attention to Skylark, so Daozi knew more than anyone else how special Skylark was. If Skylark was the one doing all the impossible things, it would be understandable. She was a special existence with countless secrets.

‘At this time, Grandmaster Skylark gave me this *Confucian Classics* because… Is it useful to me?’ Daozi kept flipping through the *Confucian Classics*. Finally, when he flipped to the last page, he suddenly saw a message. This message had always been ‘hidden’ until Daozi personally flipped to the last page of the *Confucian Classics*.

“This is Teacher’s handwriting,” Daozi’s voice was filled with excitement.

‘When you read this message, it means that the *Confucian Classics* has been successfully handed over to you. I’ve arranged some backup plans for you and your junior brothers. It’s just that these backup plans might have flaws. Even I can’t predict the future completely. These flaws may cause the resurrection to be incomplete. I believe that you will have found the answer when you open the last page of the *Confucian Classics*. So, in the end, Daozi… I’ll leave your junior brothers to you.’

These words were not continuous. It was obvious that when the Sage wrote down this passage, he had repeatedly revised, crossed out, and rewritten it. In fact, every sentence was written by the Sage after repeated deductions.

“Is this a backup plan that Teacher left behind for us?” Daozi’s heart ached. He thought of his junior brothers who were currently in the world of the golden lotus. The revival of his junior brothers wasn’t perfect, and there were flaws. They did not have much time left. Fortunately, Song Shuhang lent his special ‘glazed eyeballs’ to delay the disappearance of his junior brothers. ‘Everything was just as his teacher had predicted. Although he was resurrected, there was a flaw in the resurrection. His teacher back then had already predicted the future to such an extent?’ He felt that… ‘It was as if someone was reminding his teacher of his future deeds. Or perhaps, his teacher had “seen” the future?’

And the final words. “Have you handed your junior brothers to me?” Daozi stretched out his hand and gently caressed the *Confucian Classics*. ‘Yes, the answer was right in front of him. 8.5 Ren Tiandao. Even if it was just a temporary “transition Wielder of the Heaven,” without the complete authority of the Heavenly Dao, without complete immortality. However, if it was just to solve the “resurrection defects” of his junior brothers, it should still be possible.’ And the instant Daozi closed the *Confucian Classics*, he could faintly sense an ability emerging from it. It was the innate ability of his teacher, the Scholarly Sage, to devour all existences.

“The contract for Dao Vindication 8.5 Heavenly Dao has arrived,” Daozi raised his head, and his face was filled with determination. “The Scholarly Sage’s innate ability to ‘devour existence’ is in this *Confucian Classics.* Fairy Cheng Lin, I’m willing to become the 8.5th Wielder of the Will.”

“The Scholarly Sage’s message… Could it be that the Scholarly Sage has already predicted this?” Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven gently tapped Scarlet Heaven Sword and said slowly. “As expected of a legendary existence. He had already deduced to this extent in ancient times!”

“What an amazing saint, you live up to your reputation,” the master of the Titanium Temple was convinced.

“Even though I was once defeated by him, he is the only person who can make me sincerely submit,” the Eight-Armed Ancient Demon Venerable said. In order to save his clansmen, he naturally fought for the position of the Heavenly Dao. Those who had fought for the seat of the Heavenly Dao had naturally been pressed to the ground by the Scholarly Sage.

“There will be danger,” Cheng Goudan said.

“I’m willing to bear the responsibility.”

“Yes.” Daozi nodded. “Then, after you become the 8.5 Wielder of the Will, what do you need me to help you face?”

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