Qin Renhuang just became an immortal, and you told me this is the prehistoric time

Chapter 220: Among the hundreds of schools of thought, the Great Qin should gather the strengths of all schools to attack the immortals and gods and open the curtain of the Nine Provinces!

at the same time.

In the Three Realms, countless immortals and gods were shocked by the long and mighty river that Fusu brought about, and countless literary and poetic works were aroused.

"Is that the Haoran River?"

"Who actually caused these antiques to appear in the world..."

"To cultivate the noble spirit in one's heart is the Confucian way. Could it be that the great Confucian scholar from the Nine Provinces of the Earthly Immortal Realm has made a breakthrough?"

"Looking at this aura, it seems that he has just entered the Taiyi realm, but he has such power... Weird!"

"..."

All the immortals and gods were either surprised, confused, or frowned. They all looked over and stared at the tremendous vision emerging in the earthly immortal world.

The sky and the earth are separated by nine layers of heaven, and it is difficult for ordinary immortals and gods to get a glimpse of the real situation.

However, some powerful people with great magical powers easily saw that in that mansion, the young eldest son of the Qin Dynasty moved the vast river with every word he said.

The vast and long river is actually the source of the Confucian practice system. It was originally created by the great sage Cangjie, and later spread to the world by the Confucian saint Confucius, and became one of the many practice traditions of the human race.

The so-called vast river refers to the Confucian practice system. It is the place where the spirits of all practitioners are engraved after their death.

Tracing back to its source, this vast river was actually formed after the Confucian and Taoist Chaos Demon God’s death, whose indestructible spiritual will evolved through countless years.

If one were an ordinary Confucian practitioner, he would not be able to move the vast river, let alone engrave his own path in the vast river.

But Fusu was obviously not among them. He had been practicing with great Confucian scholars since he was young. The righteousness cultivated in his heart was much more powerful than that of Li Si, who was a great practitioner of Legalism in name only.

Therefore, after obtaining the true meaning of the Confucian and Taoist Chaos Demon God bestowed by Ying Xuan, Fusu achieved a breakthrough on the spot.

I have been in seclusion all this time just to carve my own path in the vast river of time and catch up with the footsteps of the ancient and modern sages.

"The direction of the Great Qin Dynasty... is Fusu. He is worthy of being the eldest son of the First Emperor. He has completely inherited the bloodline of the Lord who created the prosperous Kyushu Era!"

"Confucianism was born out of Taoism and should have been attached to Taoism, but Xunzi was a heretic and looked down on the so-called Confucianism and Taoism. But now Fusu has reached the level of being on par with him in just a dozen years. I wonder if Xunzi will regret it later?"

"Fusu's breakthrough has engraved his own path in the vast river. It would be a pity if we let him sink into the quagmire of the Nine Provinces' struggle!"

"There should be a great master who will take him seriously and accept him as a disciple, so that he can avoid the disaster of the Nine Provinces War..."

"..."

A group of great masters were discussing Fusu's breakthrough enthusiastically, and most of them were just waiting to watch the fun.

However, some people were seriously thinking that it would be a pity if such a good cultivation seedling like Fusu was allowed to sink into the struggle for the Nine Provinces.

Thinking of this, someone with great supernatural powers immediately came up with an idea and headed to the Earthly Immortal Realm, intending to take Fusu away from Jiuzhou.

This time and place are just like the Battle of the Gods in the past.

……

Xianyang City, inner city.

Feng Quji stood on the roof, gazing at the vast and mysterious light that illuminated the entire Xianyang City. He could not help but sigh, "The eldest son's talent is indeed extraordinary. I had expected that the eldest son's breakthrough this time would definitely cause a big stir, but I still underestimated it!"

"After all, he is the eldest son of the late emperor. He is extraordinary and cannot be judged by common sense." Yang Rui, who was sitting aside, placed a long spear next to him that was in no way inferior to a top-grade acquired magic weapon. His eyes lightly swept over the alarmed auras in the city.

The doctor Ling Xinsheng, who was also standing beside him, could not help but said unhappily: "These guys are not sleeping in the middle of the night, they are really energetic!"

"Hahaha, after all, since Xunzi, no one has been able to mobilize the Haoran River for many years, and they even broke through to the Taiyi Realm. They are just a little excited!"

Not far away, Yao Jia, also one of the Nine Ministers, said happily: "Besides, under your majesty's majesty, who dares to cause chaos in Xianyang City?"

Hearing this, the other officials nearby nodded.

Having seen the previous two examples, this time, Fusu moved the vast river and all the officials reacted immediately.

If Zhao Cheng, the eunuch, had not come to convey the imperial order in time, Xin Sheng, the imperial physician, would have almost mobilized the imperial guards to enter the palace to protect the emperor.

Feng Quji, who was standing by, saw this, glanced at everyone, and said calmly: "This is not a good thing. Think about it carefully. Apart from Xunzi, are there any other great Confucian scholars alive today?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone was stunned for a moment, with a thoughtful look on their faces. It's not that there are no great scholars in Jiuzhou today, but there is definitely no great scholar as young as Fusu.

"Prime Minister Feng, are you saying that someone from the various schools of thought might come forward and take the eldest young master away?" Yang Rui narrowed his eyes slightly.

The Yang family has a long family tradition, so they are quite knowledgeable about the Taoist traditions of various schools of thought.

Most of the Taoist traditions of various schools of thought are related to the immortals and gods in heaven and have deep roots.

Once the hundreds of schools of thought get involved, it is inevitable that the battle for the Nine Provinces... will begin to get more and more out of control.

Therefore, Yang Rui instantly understood the meaning of Feng Quji's words.

Feng Quji glanced at Yang Rui indifferently, without saying anything, but just sighed in his heart.

If that were really the case, why would he be so worried?

What he was really worried about was that when the eldest son was faced with the olive branch from the various schools of thought, before he even mentioned whether to refuse it, their Emperor Qin II was already about to lose his temper!

Feng Quji looked normal on the surface, but he was already shaking his head in his heart.

He was so young but he had already stirred the vast river of knowledge and became a great scholar in the world with the cultivation level of Taiyi realm. There was no reason for the various schools of thought, especially Confucianism, not to be moved.

At the same time, he also had some understanding of his own Majesty. His Majesty never had a good face towards the various schools of thought that had become the source of the chaos in the Nine Provinces.

It is conceivable that a conflict will inevitably break out between the two!

……

However, even Feng Quji did not expect that Ying Xuan had no intention of competing with those great magical powers at all.

He wants to subdue them!
In the eldest son's mansion, Ying Xuan sat in the deep courtyard, sipping the strong tea in the cup, thinking that next time he must find the Holy Mother Wu Dang and learn her method of making tea.

At this time, Fusu, who was sitting opposite Ying Xuan, had already withdrawn his aura, frowned, and said hesitantly: "Your Majesty, do you mean to hold a... Hundred Schools of Thought Conference?"

Ying Xuan drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, nodded and said, "That's about what I mean. You can interpret it any way you want."

"In short, invite all the great masters of various schools of thought to Sanghai, and let you represent the Qin Dynasty to subdue them, gather all the great masters of various schools of thought, and become the power of the Qin Dynasty!"

(End of this chapter)