sjar Chapter 615 The Sacred Project
Chapter 615 The Sacred Project
Chapter 615 The Supreme Saint Plan
The light shone in the sky for several minutes, illuminating everyone's shocked faces. They had never expected that Ye Ru was not only exceptional in talent, but also far superior to everyone else in learning.
"This is too unbelievable. He actually has extraordinary talent and learning abilities."
Looking at the dazzling light streaking across the sky, the deans wore expressions of shock and muttered to themselves.
"This is impossible!"
Wu Ding's face showed shock. He prided himself on being a master poet, but he never expected that there would be a poem even better than his today.
Moreover, this poem is so many times better than any other poem.
"Exceptional talent, Ye Ru!"
The tester's voice trembled; clearly, Ye Ru's talent had completely astonished them.
Because, if taught properly, and given the right opportunity, it is quite possible for the other person to become a supreme sage and teacher!
At that time, their human race will once again create an unprecedented era of glory.
"Report this to the Dean immediately and include Ye Ru in the Sage Project. With his talent and learning, he may become a Sage Master within the next two years. At that time, even if the Demon God and the Demon God are resurrected, the world will probably only be divided into three, and our human race will not be wiped out."
He took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and then spoke to one of the gentlemen.
"Yes!"
After agreeing, the man turned and left.
As the light gradually faded, everyone recovered from their shock. They looked at Ye Ru with admiration, and some even felt a sense of awe.
"Alright, that concludes the test. You did a great job."
After speaking, the dean, who was in the lead, stood up, looked around at the crowd below, and then picked up the poem written by Ye Ru with a wave of his hand.
This scene also shocked Ye Ru.
Because he wrote the poem himself, only he was allowed to take it. However, the dean in front of him picked it up with ease, which made him realize that the other party's strength was unfathomable.
The head dean glanced at the poem written by Ye Ru, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes, and then said:
"Your name is Ye Ru, right? I wonder if this poem could be included as part of our studies at Zhong Sheng Shan?"
"Please take it, Dean. It's an honor for the student."
Upon hearing this, Ye Ru quickly clasped his hands in a fist salute and then respectfully said...
"Alright, in that case, I'll take it. Don't worry, I'll return the original to you after I'm done using it."
The dean nodded, then continued:
"The test is now over. I will take you to our academy. There, you must be humble and not fight amongst yourselves. Otherwise, you will be punished according to the school rules!"
"Yes!"
Everyone said one after another.
Wu Ding's face was somewhat gloomy. He had always been a prodigy in his country, but he never expected to become someone else's foil here.
As the dean finished speaking, the test gradually came to an end. Many scholars returned to their dormitories and, after a short rest, headed to the academy on Mount Zhongsheng.
"This is our academy, and it's where you'll be studying from now on."
"Killing and infighting are not allowed here. If you have any grudges, there is a debate platform in the academy where you can resolve them yourselves."
Lin Ru, as Ye Ru's team leader, led a group of scholars into the academy and introduced the situation to everyone.
Ye Ru watched the scholars coming and going, his gaze also drifting towards the buildings. He couldn't help but marvel at how vast the place was, far surpassing the four great academies of the past.
Moreover, the scholars here exude a strong scholarly air. Even without studying, staying here for a long time will make one's thoughts and mind much stronger than that of ordinary people.
"Ye Ru, come with me."
While Ye Ru was pondering, Lin Ru patted the former on the shoulder, which startled the former, who then followed closely behind.
After walking along a path, Ye Ru arrived at a small attic.
"Reporting to the Dean, I have brought the person here."
Lin Ru spoke into the small attic, and after hearing what the other person said, he pushed open the door and led Ye Ru inside.
"Dean Song."
In the distance, an old man with a white beard sat cross-legged on a futon, his eyes filled with wisdom, as if he had seen through everything.
"Yes, this must be Ye Ru."
As Dean Song shifted his gaze to Ye Ru, the latter was surprised to find that the talent within his body had begun to circulate rapidly.
Almost subconsciously, Ye Ru used his Zen Mindset to suppress this impulse.
"As expected, you are a chosen one of heaven. You have the bloodline of the dragon race, the divine book heart, and the sacred ancient tree. They are almost all treasures. No wonder you have achieved such success today."
Dean Song withdrew his gaze and said calmly, then looked at Lin Ru and said:
"Alright, you can go ahead and do your thing."
"Yes!"
After saying that, Lin Ru left.
"How are you finding it? Are you settling in comfortably here?"
Dean Song said slowly.
"Yes, thank you all for giving me the opportunity to come here and study."
Ye Ru nodded, then performed a student's bow.
"Since that's the case, let's get back to the main topic. Have you heard of the Supreme Saint Project?"
Dean Song's smile gradually faded, and he finally spoke with a solemn expression.
"The Sacred Project?"
Ye Ru frowned, repeated the sentence, and then shook his head, saying:
"Forgive my ignorance, but I really don't know what this Sacred Project is."
Ye Ru quickly shook his head and said.
"Then you know Confucius, the Sage Teacher, right?"
Dean Song raised an eyebrow and said.
"How could I not know? Confucius, the Sage and Teacher, was the first person to become the Sage and Teacher. Since Confucius became the Sage and Teacher, the human race has developed greatly and eventually became the leader, surpassing the other three races. I wonder what the Dean means by asking this question?"
Ye Ru nodded, and then slowly said.
"The Supreme Saint Plan was agreed upon by the people of Mount All Saints. We used the family treasures of the All Saints Clan to condense their talents and forcefully inject them into the bodies of three people."
"The prerequisite is that these three people must have a pure heart and a firm belief in daring to be the first in the world."
"Only in this way can we contend with the demon gods and monsters when they are resurrected."
Do you understand what I'm saying?
Dean Song began to speak.
"You mean... me? To make me one of the people in the Holy Project?"
Ye Ru felt a slight tremor in his heart, and then repeated it again.
"Yes, I want you to join the Holy Project."
"After all, as you know, since Confucius ascended to heaven, no one has been able to become the Supreme Sage and Teacher. Moreover, all the sages of the past generations have turned to dust. This has led to a significant decline in the strength of our human race, while the other three races have taken advantage of the situation to rise."
"What's even more serious now is that the demon god and the monster god are about to revive. If we don't have any trump cards, we're afraid that once they revive, the human race will be destroyed in their hands."
"This isn't what you wanted to see, is it?"
Dean Song took a deep breath, his face showing a hint of solemnity, and slowly spoke.
"I don't know what I can do?"
Ye Ru nodded. He knew that if the human race could not produce a supreme sage, destruction would await them.
"What you need to do now is to focus on your studies here and join the Supreme Saint Project after it is completed. We are getting old, and our physical condition and success rate are both very low. That's why we are recruiting talents from all over the world. But we have searched for a long time and only found three people, including you."
Dean Song poured Ye Ru a cup of tea, pushed the cup towards Ye Ru, and continued:
"Although the Supreme Sage Project can be implemented, there is also a failure rate. If your body cannot withstand the infusion of this talent, you will explode and die. That is why I called you here. If you do not agree, you can still complete your studies here for two years. At that time, we will give you the rank of Hanlin scholar and put all your thoughts and talents into the Hanlin. The choice is yours. The initiative is in your hands."
"Um……"
Ye Ru frowned. If he failed, he would lose his life, but if he succeeded, he could help the human race wipe out the entire demon race and the monster race, thus giving the human race a peaceful and prosperous environment.
After a moment, he gritted his teeth, bowed to Dean Song, and said:
“The students are willing.”
"Good, what a fine young man. The Supreme Sage Plan can only be implemented a year from now. During this period, I will do my best to help you elevate your thinking to the level of a great Confucian scholar."
Dean Song's eyes lit up, and he nodded.
"Thank you, Dean."
Taking a deep breath, Ye Ru nodded.
"Alright, take a look around. This place values free thought and there are no classes. If you have any questions, you can ask any teacher you like."
Dean Song waved his hand, and after watching Ye Ru leave, he sighed deeply, then murmured:
"I hope the Holy Project will succeed this time, otherwise, humanity will really be in for a great calamity."
As Ye Ru walked out of the dean's building, he was also preoccupied with his own thoughts.
"boom!"
"Didn't you see anyone?"
At that moment, Ye Ru bumped into a scholar, then looked up at the scholar and apologized.
"Feel sorry."
"Sorry? Saying sorry is all you want? Are you new here? Didn't anyone teach you what you can and can't do?"
The scholar looked at Ye Ru with a cold smile and mocked him.
Upon hearing this, Ye Ru narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not react. He then attempted to pass by the man and leave.
"You still want to run?"
Upon seeing this, the scholar became enraged and grabbed Ye Ru by the collar, attempting to lift him up.
"roll!"
Upon seeing this, a cold glint flashed across Ye Ru's face. He then stomped his foot and kicked the other man in the chest.
boom!
The scholar was struck as if by a heavy blow, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string.
Pfft!
With a muffled thud, the scholar fell to the ground, looking utterly disheveled.