Achieving the Dao from the Hundred Schools of Thought

"That's not right! 'Not just' is the sword of a king, how can it be the same as an ordinary weapon?"

"Not just..." must be sharpened with the blood of a king! Only then can "Not just..." slay the human lords and become the sword of kings!

Mo Xie revealed the secret of "Not Light" in its entirety, then looked at Fan Li with eager anticipation.

"Doctor Fan, my husband truly deserves to be enshrined in the ancestral temple and enjoy the glory of the Yue Kingdom..."

"The white-robed prime minister, suppress him!"

Before Mo Xie could finish speaking, Fan Li revealed his true nature.

After the attack, Mo Xie smiled with anticipation on his face, but his eyes were dull and lifeless.

He is already dead and his soul has vanished.

At the peak of the second realm, Mo Xie was caught off guard by Mo Xie's sudden attack. Mo Xie had no chance to resist and was killed on the spot.

"Alas! Moye, don't blame me! The King of Yue can share hardship, but not prosperity. Now the Yue Kingdom is broken and its national fortune is declining. Where is there any extra fortune to offer Gan Jiang?"

Moye died because of her own foolishness.

Why would anyone believe the claims of political revisionism?

Politics and trust are two completely opposite paths!

Mo Xie's body collapsed to the ground. Fan Li didn't even glance at it, turned and left, secretly heading to Suzhou.

"There are also cultivators at the peak of the second realm in Zhuli. If we forcibly take 'Buguang,' there will definitely be danger."

First, report to the King of Yue, then proceed with your plans gradually.

This time, Fan Li was smarter and bypassed Zhuili altogether.

To avoid running into that kid who's mastered the art of concealing one's breath!

……

Zuili, the small courtyard of Zhuang Weiyang.

Zilu had not seen his master for a long time, and he revealed his true nature, wanting to pay his respects to his master.

Confucius was lecturing, and three thousand disciples were listening to his teachings. Zilu was carrying a sword.

As Zilu's true nature solidified, the Master's eyes, while lecturing on the scriptures, became more lively.

The true spirit of the Master has descended!

"Zilu, what do you want with me?"

"It has been a long time since I last saw you, Master, and I have come to pay my respects... May I ask where you are at this time?"

"Diqiu!"

Zilu knew about Confucius's plan to travel around the states as early as when Confucius was on his tour.

Zilu never expected that Confucius's first stop would be the capital of the State of Wei—Diqiu.

"Master, Duke Ling of Wei was even more incompetent than Duke Ding of Lu! He appeared to love the virtuous, but in reality, he loved fame. He was greedy for pleasure and ambitious, which caused the Crown Prince and Nanzi to fight each other, and the court was in turmoil! I urge you, Master, to be very careful!"

Zilu's brother-in-law, Yan Zhuozou, was from the State of Wei, so Zilu had some knowledge of the situation in the Wei court.

Upon hearing that Confucius was in the State of Wei, Zilu told him everything he knew.

Confucius nodded in agreement. After arriving in the State of Wei, he also had a vague feeling that Duke Ling of Wei did not truly welcome him.

With his arrival, the private school he had established in the State of Wei also gained several members of the State of Wei's court.

Under the guise of seeking knowledge, they were actually conducting surveillance.

"You, I only wish to spread Confucianism and Taoism in the State of Wei, and have no intention of retiring there. Please rest assured!"

Zilu breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

If the Master did not involve the internal affairs of the feudal states, no country would be willing to offend a peak cultivator of the third realm.

"Squeak—!"

Zhuang Weiyang went to settle the bill for Qingpi today and just got back.

Upon entering, he saw the spirit of Confucius and immediately bowed in respect.

"Master!"

"Ziyang, is there a problem?"

The Master did not tell anyone that Zhuang Weiyang possessed the supernatural power of "Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns".

So when he saw Zhuang Weiyang, he treated her the same way he treated any other student.

Zhuang Weiyang pondered for a moment, then remembered the matter of Luoyi that she had forgotten to ask last time.

"Master, why did the Tian clan say they would meet me again in Luoyi?"

The Master narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and said:

"Luoyi was the location of the Zhou royal family, and many miraculous events occurred during ancestral worship ceremonies."

Attending the ceremony would greatly benefit the cultivation of cultivators who have mastered the teachings of various schools, so Tian Chang assumed that you would also go.

As for Tian Chang's journey to the Great Zhou... that was caused by the delusions of such scholar-official families. It's laughable to say, Ziyang, don't worry about it.

"Look, the time is almost up!"

Zhuang Wei bowed and learned the truth behind Tian Changxiang's invitation.

"Ziyang, diligently cultivate yourself and do not slacken!"

Zixia will also be attending the ancestral worship ceremony during the Great Zhou Dynasty. You two can look out for each other then.

Confucius did not leave immediately, but added another sentence.

"Zixia?!" Upon hearing this name, Zhuang Weiyang felt a surge of anticipation.

This person was historically known as one of the Ten Philosophers of Confucius' School, along with his senior brother Zilu.

Legend has it that this person was well-versed in "classical studies," but unlike others who were overly scholarly, he was quite unrestrained.

"Life and death are preordained, wealth and honor are determined by Heaven!" This is a famous saying by Zixia.

only……

As Confucius was about to leave, he couldn't help but give a few more words of advice, which completely confirmed Zhuang Weiyang's guess.

"Zixia is a person who values... well, fairness!"

If this were in Luoyang, I urge Ziyang to repeatedly advise Zixia not to slaughter all the members of the Three Huan clans.

"Yes, Master!"

As expected, the Gongyang School members were right.

Zixia held grudges the most! The Three Huan families drove his teacher away; that was a huge grudge!

"No, Master didn't tell me to stop him, but to prevent Zixia from killing them all..." Zhuang Weiyang finally realized, and when she looked up again, Master had already left.

Zilu, standing to the side, looked strange and couldn't help but say:

"Zixia is indeed quite impulsive in some ways."

Ziyang, when you arrive in Luoyi, please keep a close eye on Zixia.

"In the ancestral land of the Great Zhou, let there be less bloodshed."

Zhuang Weiyang nodded, about to reply, but was interrupted by the remaining half of Zilu's sentence.

"Only punish the ringleaders and their retainers; do not harm the innocent."

Zhuang Weiyang: "..."

Why is the road like this? Isn't this the kind of temper that only people from later generations like me have?!

……

Fan Li, looking exhausted, arrived at Bo Pi's residence.

"Dr. Fan, what exactly are you trying to do, going back and forth like this?"

Bo Pi held the jade cup, took a sip of wine, and spoke with a hint of impatience.

I don't have the money.

The handover of the city was delayed and postponed.

The answer was always the same: the crown prince was dead, the king was a slave, and there was no way to complete the handover.

But what does the Crown Prince of Yue have to do with me, Bo Pi?

Goujian has already arrived in Wu, and he still wants to go back? You, Fan Li, are a smart man, how could you have such delusions?!

The only reason I'm opening the door for you now and having a chat is because of the Yue Kingdom's treasury!

"Lord Dazai, I have something to discuss with you."

Bo Pi suppressed his irritation and forced a smile.

"What is it, Doctor Fan? What state affairs do you wish to discuss with the Grand Chancellor of Wu?"

Fan Li sighed inwardly, pretending not to understand the sarcastic tone in Bo Pi's words.

"Lord Grand Chancellor, Fan Li has a plan that can help my king return to his country! But we still need your help with this matter."

"Oh? What plan?"

Bo Pi felt disdain, but unconsciously became more solemn.

What if?

Only if Goujian returns to his country can the city be delivered!

The tax revenue of a city is astronomical! It's far more valuable than any treasure or beauty!

"Fan Li has found the whereabouts of the King's Sword—'Bu Guang'! If we use this sword as a congratulatory gift, the King of Wu will be pleased and will surely allow my king to return to his country."

Bo Pi's smile became more sincere, and his voice softened.

"Where is it?"

Fan Li smiled, his tone respectful.

"Where he belongs."