Giving Birth But Not Raising, Why Are You Crying Now That I’ve Become an Immortal Emperor? - Chapter 13 - Chapter 13 – Cultivating the Path of Confucianism — Awakening the World with Famous Sayings!

In the inner chamber, under the dim candlelight, the atmosphere behind the beaded curtain was somewhat ambiguous.

Chu Xi had changed into a gold-threaded nightgown, reclining on her side on the couch. Her long hair cascaded loosely down her shoulders, her figure exquisite and alluring—willowy waist, jade-like legs, every curve of her perfect body revealed beneath the flowing fabric.

A subtle, maidenly fragrance lingered in the room, an intoxicating aura that seemed to drift through the air unnoticed.

She rested one delicate hand on her cheek, gazing steadily at Ye Lingyun, while the other hand gently ruffled his hair. A soft smile curled on her red lips as she comforted him in a gentle voice:

“Little one, even though Daoist Dongfang did not accept you as a disciple the other day, don’t be disheartened.”

“In my opinion, there must be some hidden reasons behind it. With your talent, joining the Daoist Palace should not be difficult.”

Ye Lingyun casually nodded and responded indifferently: “Hmm, let things unfold naturally.”

Seeing his calm expression, clearly unaffected by the event, Chu Xi couldn’t help but smile brightly. The charm that instantly appeared in her expression was undoubtedly alluring.

As she gazed at the youthful side of Ye Lingyun’s face, something stirred in her heart. Her phoenix eyes, as clear as autumn waters, rippled with subtle waves.

Almost unconsciously, she reached out and pinched his cheek. Her smile deepened as she teased playfully: “Hehe, little one, you’ve grown up. In a few years, sister will make you her concubine.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Lingyun rolled his eyes at her and shifted slightly toward the edge of the couch.

However, Chu Xi wasn’t about to let it slide. She immediately moved closer, wrapping delicate arm around his neck, and planted a sweet kiss on him.

“Hehehe, little one, trying to escape? Not happening! I’ve already decided on you.”

The beauty clung to Ye Lingyun tightly, chatting with him until sleep finally overtook her and she drifted off into slumber.

Ye Lingyun let her hold him tightly, his gaze drifting toward the ceiling of the chamber. His expression became deep and distant as he fell into contemplation, remaining silent for a long time.

…

Yaochi Holy Land.

The night had grown deeper. Qin Yao, who had become the Saintess of Yaochi, appeared pale and weary. She tossed and turned on her bed, unable to sleep.

For years, she had been secretly searching for Ye Lingyun’s whereabouts, but had found no trace.

Now, eight years had passed, and her longing for Ye Lingyun had only grown stronger, not weaker, with time.

Especially lately, whenever she closed her eyes to sleep, she would dream of the lonely and helpless figure of her child, causing her to wake up in shock, followed by endless regret.

Her heart ached, and she often sat alone in the deep, silent hall, gazing up at the vast night sky by the window, silently crying until dawn.

“Child, where are you? Mother misses you.”

Her murmuring echoed softly in the hall, filled with sorrow and longing that no words could convey.

…

Several days later, within a secluded chamber of the Great Chu Imperial Palace.

Ye Lingyun sat cross-legged, preparing to cultivate.

He closed his eyes in deep concentration, his consciousness entering his dantian, where he quietly observed the golden core floating in the center.

On the golden core, five distinct areas were visible, representing the five phenomena triggered during his breakthrough.

At the moment, these five areas were still empty. His goal was to gradually fill them.

Once the golden core reached completion, it would mark the day his cultivation soared to new heights.

According to Ye Lingyun’s current plan, he intended to practice all three major schools of cultivation: Confucianism, Buddhism, and Daoism, each occupying a place in his training.

Additionally, he had been practicing swordsmanship recently, which could also become one of his paths.

As for the last path, he had not decided yet and would postpone it for later consideration. At this moment, he wished to prioritize cultivating Confucianism.

The reason was simple: the method of cultivating Confucianism was unique and, compared to the other three schools, it was the most suitable for his current stage.

In this world, achieving mastery in Confucianism required creating world-changing, enlightening words that communicated with the forces of heaven and earth. If one could gain the approval of the will of heaven, extraordinary phenomena would manifest on the golden core.

To put it plainly, for most people, triggering Confucian phenomena was like trying to climb to the heavens.

After all, how easily could one craft a maxim that stirred the soul and moved the heavens?

Knowledge, cultivation, state of mind, insight—all were indispensable. Additionally, one had to experience the world, enduring the rise and fall of life, until the heart was enlightened and the mind suddenly stirred, allowing one to make their mark on heaven and earth.

Therefore, true Confucian saints were rare throughout history, with only a few remaining in the world today, all of whom were supreme beings of their time.

However, for Ye Lingyun, such a special cultivation method was not difficult.

He might not be a sage—but he had plenty of “material” in his head.

“Sayings that this world has never seen before…”

He slowly opened his eyes, a meaningful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Spiritual energy surged within him as he raised his hand and pointed into the void.

With that gesture, a beam of golden light appeared, gradually taking the form of written characters:

“As Heaven maintains its vigor through movement, so too should a gentleman constantly strive for self-improvement!”

As the golden script shone brightly, a profound and mysterious energy began to ripple outward.

Ye Lingyun felt a sudden clarity in his heart, a flash of inspiration in his eyes.

It worked!

Then—no hesitation.

He immediately pressed on, continuing to inscribe more sayings with his finger.

Though borrowing the words of ancient sages from his previous life felt a bit shameless, now wasn’t the time to worry about saving face.

In this world—strength is everything.

“To establish the mind for Heaven and Earth, to establish life for the living, to continue the lost teachings of past sages, and to bring peace to all future generations!”

As this line took form, the long-dormant Confucian qi of the Nine Provinces suddenly surged forth in a torrent, flowing rapidly toward the Chu Palace in the Eastern Provnce.

This majestic aura was formless, and only top-tier cultivators could perceive it.

Whoosh!

Under the vast sky, winds rose and clouds surged. The formless Confucian qi, like the Yangtze River, rushed forward, suddenly descending. A massive vortex formed in the air above the Chu Empire’s imperial palace, a tornado whirling down, funneling into Ye Lingyun’s Baihui acupoint at the top of his head.

The Confucian qi was vast and mighty, like the setting sun over the Nine Heavens, flowing endlessly.

As time passed, it continued to gather.

…

Meanwhile, far away, in the Confucian Temple.

Atop a towering peak, a group of Confucian scholars sat cross-legged outdoors, gathered together.

At the center, a young-looking scholar with a calm and composed expression, neither happy nor sad, was seated.

This person was Li Qingyun, the Vice Temple Master of the Confucian Temple.

Though his appearance was youthful, he was an experienced elder in the temple, with cultivation at the Ascension stage, holding an extraordinary position.

He glanced around at his colleagues and softly spoke: “The world has not seen a memorable saying in a long time.”

The others exchanged glances and responded: “This cannot be forced. It is indeed very difficult to create enlightening words. After all, the conditions are strict, and it is normal for them to be rare for many years.”

But just then, Li Qingyun’s eyes flew open. He stared toward the heavens, shock flooding his refined features.

“The qi of the Confucian Way… has been stirred?!”