Chapter 1760: I Have Quite a Few Array Cores

After testing it, Zhang Hongtian found that the barrier before him was as hard as iron. Knowing that this Yan Qing's strength indeed far surpassed his own, he snorted, "Since Yan Qing the Ancient Saint has spoken, I'll let it go for now!"

With that, he flicked his wrist, rehung his long sword at his waist, and returned to the airspace above the Master Teacher Hall, calm and composed, as if not angered by what had just happened.

Moving like a cunning rabbit, still as a maiden.

Every move of this ancestor Hongtian carried profound meaning.

Seeming to know that his own strength was no match for Zhang Hongtian, let alone this Yan Qing the Ancient Saint, the White Venerable flicked his thick tail, looking disgruntled, and returned to the group of sacred beasts without daring to say more.

"The main hall of the Confucian Temple has appeared, but before we even enter, we're fighting to the death—it's really not worth it!"

Seeing them stop, Yan Qing the Ancient Saint withdrew his palm, smiled slightly, and looked at the crowd again. "Back to business. Since everyone now understands how to open the main hall, we must decide in advance how to allocate the entry slots!"

"Since Yan Qing the Ancient Saint says so, you must have something in mind. Just speak your thoughts directly. If they're reasonable, everyone will naturally agree!"

Seeing him bring up allocation again, Zhang Hongtian frowned and said.

"Indeed, I do have some ideas!" Yan Qing the Ancient Saint smiled. "From the six branch halls, we should all know that even if the main hall is opened, it has restrictions personally left by Master Confucius. Without the World-Transmitting Heavenly Talisman, there's no way to enter!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

They had all tested the six branch halls of the Confucian Temple. Without the World-Transmitting Heavenly Talisman or a corresponding special constitution, entry was impossible. Especially for them—if they tried, the backlash would be even more severe!

Though the Ancient Saints were powerful, they were still far inferior to Master Confucius, who had left these relics.

They were not on the same level at all.

Thus, what he said was correct: even if the main hall was opened, without the talisman, entry was impossible.

"The six branch halls correspond to six child talismans, and the main hall corresponds to the mother talisman. A child talisman from a branch hall can bring ten people in, while the mother talisman from the main hall can lead fifteen people in!"

Yan Qing the Ancient Saint said.

Everyone acknowledged.

These matters were already known after entering the Confucian Temple and were no secret.

"If we don't even know where the mother talisman is now, and it's not in our hands, won't we just have to watch and never enter?"

The White Venerable snorted.

By now, everyone basically knew who held the child talismans, but the mother talisman had yet to appear.

As for Zhang Xuan being able to enter several halls, others always thought it was because he had students with special constitutions and succeeded with the help of blood.

Moreover, everyone believed the mother talisman could only enter the main hall, unaware that it could also enter the branch halls.

"I dare say this because I naturally know where the mother talisman is!" Smiling lightly, Yan Qing the Ancient Saint raised his eyebrows, exuding pride. "To be honest, the World-Transmitting Mother Talisman is in my hands!"

With that, he pointed a finger, and a talisman appeared in the air, gently swaying, emitting a dense aura and pressure.

"This is the World-Transmitting Mother Talisman?"

"Such a powerful aura!"

"It's far stronger than the child talismans..."

"With this, can we enter the main hall?"

The square erupted in commotion, everyone staring at the talisman in the air with fervent eyes.

Possessing this talisman meant having the entry ticket to the main hall of the Confucian Temple, only one step away from the Spring and Autumn Ceremony.

"This is..."

While everyone was shocked, Zhang Xuan alone frowned, looking utterly speechless.

The World-Transmitting Mother Talisman in Yan Qing the Ancient Saint's hand was exactly the one Yan Xue had snatched at Baixi Mountain... In other words, it was the fake one!

"Such a powerful Ancient Saint can't even tell it's... fake?"

He was full of doubt.

This guy was an Ancient Saint even stronger than Ancestor Zhang Hongtian—how could he not distinguish the authenticity of a talisman and make such a big joke?

"The World-Transmitting Mother Talisman was refined by Master Confucius. Even the Seventy-Two Sages might not have seen it. I almost mistook it at first glance. How could he tell it's fake?" Seeing his confusion, Luo Ruoxi transmitted her voice.

Currently, only she, Zhang Xuan, and Wu Chen knew it was fake.

Yan Xue and the others didn't know either; they thought they had snatched the real one.

Back when it was taken, Luo Ruoxi hadn't recognized it and was very anxious. It was Zhang Xuan who deduced that the stone statue boy was problematic and realized it was the true mother talisman.

"True!" Zhang Xuan's lips curled. "This is getting interesting. He doesn't know it's fake and is still here negotiating allocation. I can't wait to see what he allocates..."

If it were real, various allocations would be fine. But now he's holding a fake and showing off. He really wanted to see how this would end...

Moreover, what intrigued him was why this guy, having obtained the World-Transmitting Mother Talisman, would still allocate slots to others.

Wasn't that asking for trouble?

"The World-Transmitting Mother Talisman is the key to entering the main hall. Our Hundred Schools of Thought will take one-third of the slots first. I believe no one will object!"

Putting away the talisman, Yan Qing the Ancient Saint looked at the crowd.

"I have no objection!"

Yu Old Ghost nodded first.

"We have no objection either!"

The others hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

Without the mother talisman, even if the hall opened, they could only watch. Him taking only one-third of the slots, that is, five, was quite fair.

Seeing everyone agree, Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "I take five, leaving ten. Among the four factions, to avoid conflict, each gets one—fair and just!"

"I have no objection either!" said the White Venerable.

It had nothing, so getting one slot was a gain.

The many experts of the Master Teacher Hall looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

Better to get one first.

"You take five, now each faction gets one, leaving six slots. How will those be allocated?" Yu Old Ghost asked.

"Simple!" As if expecting this question, Yan Qing the Ancient Saint smiled. "To enter the main hall, we must first open it. To open it, we need the array cores of the six great worlds. Each of these six array cores corresponds to one slot! Whoever holds an array core gets one slot. With this allocation, I believe no one will object!"

"This..."

"Indeed, very fair!"

"To enter, we must open it, and the merit of opening it is not small. Those who hold array cores indeed deserve a slot..."

The many Ancient Saints nodded again.

In these discussions, those at the Great Sage realm had no say anymore.

"One slot per array core?" Zhang Xuan was startled and scratched his head. "It seems... I have quite a few array cores..."