My whole family are full of geniuses, I really don't want to be a succubus!

"Huh? Who is it? Why are you looking at me? I didn't say anything!"

Su Yi looked at Zhang Baigui, who was sitting on the high seat, staring at her with piercing eyes. Her face was tense, but her heart was in a panic.

This feeling is like when you're in school and your homeroom teacher suddenly stares intently at you. Even if you don't know what you did, you still feel guilty.

Faced with Zhang Baigui's direct reprimand of Su Yi, Gu Wanquan raised an eyebrow slightly, took a step forward, and looked at Zhang Baigui with a smile, saying, "My lord, we are disciples of the Luoxia Immortal Sect. Today, we have been entrusted by the Governor of Qingzhou to settle the divine position of the Qinghua Guangda Heir. Why must you be so aggressive, my lord?"

Hearing Gu Wanquan's words, Zhang Baigui sneered and looked at Su Yi, asking, "Aggressive? Am I being aggressive?"

Su Yi stared at Zhang Baigui in bewilderment: "Wait, buddy, why are you targeting me? I didn't say that!"

Faced with Zhang Baigui's repeated questioning, Yin Chaoge had already placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, his arrogant face filled with impatience, ready to teach this lowly seventh-rank official a lesson at any moment.

Zhang Baigui looked at Yin Chaoge and said with a sneer, "If you want to draw your sword, believe me, before you even draw it, my arrow will have already pierced your throat."

If Yin Chaoge could be intimidated by such threats, he wouldn't be the future Demon Lord. Yin Chaoge slowly drew his long sword.

A pale white aura of righteousness appeared before Zhang Baigui, forming the shape of a bow and arrow, with the arrow nocked and pointed at Yin Chaoge.

In an instant, the atmosphere became tense. Gu Wanquan still had a smile on his face, but his right hand was already on the hilt of his sword, while Chen Feng pointed his finger at him.

Looking at Zhang Baigui, who was about to make a move, Su Yi felt somewhat incredulous.

Before his transmigration, Zhang Baigui was already the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet and the Prime Minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Although he was upright, he was not as sharp and outspoken as he is now.

If Zhang Baigui before his transmigration was like a bottomless abyss, the current Zhang Baigui is like a firecracker that will ignite at the slightest touch.

The Zhang Baigui before them was completely different from the future famous prime minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

At this moment, Su Yi also came to her senses. This was not more than ten years later, and the Zhang Baigui in front of her had not yet grown into the future famous prime minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty with a deep mind.

With the Sword Immortal and Demon Lord squatting right next to me, do you really think I, Su Yi, am afraid of you?

Looking at Zhang Baigui on the high platform, her previous timidity vanished instantly.

Su Yi stopped Yin Chaoge from drawing his sword and looked at Zhang Baigui calmly, saying, "Why should Lord Zhang vent his frustrations on us cultivators?"

You, Zhang Baigui, are a gentleman, but I am not a villain at this moment!

At this point in time, Zhang Baigui, although he had achieved the highest rank in the imperial examination, was ostracized by the court and demoted to a small town in the southwest because of his unrestrained behavior and overly upright character.

From being the top scholar in the imperial examination to a lowly eighth-rank official, from being adored by thousands to being ignored by everyone, the difference is enormous, and even someone as talented as Zhang Baigui cannot bear it.

Zhang Baigui, who had studied poetry and literature diligently since childhood, deeply despised the gods who were attached to the people. In his eyes, these gods were useless to the country and the people, and only knew how to circumvent the people's wishes and faith.

In Zhang Baigui's eyes, those offerings and incense were nothing but an endless waste of the people's hard-earned money.

Tian Xingjian, the gentleman is self-improvement.

Relying on those illusory gods and gambling one's future in the hands of others is tantamount to suicide.

As for so-called immortal masters like Su Yi who have long lived in their grotto-heavens, they occupy blessed lands but make no contribution to the entire Great Zhou Dynasty. They live in seclusion, do not serve the country, and are no better than gods.

At this moment, Zhang Baigui was still that young man who clearly distinguished right from wrong and was full of passion.

But the more he acted this way, the less he could stand firm in the murky court, which is why he was exiled here.

Although Zhang Baigui was arrogant and ostracized by the court, he was actually quite capable. During his year in Maple Leaf Town, the town, which was struggling to make ends meet, was transformed into a prosperous and peaceful place where people could leave their doors unlocked at night.

He has the ability, but his social skills are terrible, so terrible that Su Yi could tell at a glance that Zhang Baigui was suffering the harsh realities of society.

Su Yi's words precisely struck Zhang Baigui's sore spot. The arrow that was originally aimed at Yin Chaoge suddenly turned towards Su Yi, and he said sharply, "When did it become your place to spout nonsense about important matters of the court!"

Anxious!

Isn't that making things urgent?

Compared to the shrewd and calculating Grand Secretary of the Great Zhou Dynasty before his transmigration, Zhang Baigui in front of him was as naive as a green cucumber.

Seeing Zhang Baigui jumping up and down in anger, Su Yi felt much more at ease and instantly came up with a plan.

Facing the arrow formed from righteous energy, Su Yi stepped forward without fear and questioned, "Do you think that none of the officials in the court can see what you believe? Are you the only one in the world who is clear-headed, the only one who is a loyal, virtuous, and good minister, while everyone else is just a bunch of good-for-nothings?"

Although Zhang Baigui did not admit it, he sneered and said, "A bunch of incompetent fools who collude with the divine and immortal paths, I am ashamed to associate with them!"

"Oh? So, according to you, all those Confucian sages throughout history were just empty shells holding positions without doing any work?"

Upon hearing Su Yi's audacity in criticizing sages, Zhang Baigui flew into a rage: "You madman! How dare you speak so presumptuously of sages!"

"The paths of gods and immortals have existed since ancient times. You, Zhang Baigui, can see them, but couldn't those sages of the past?" Su Yi asked fearlessly.

These words were once used by Zhang Baigui's political enemies to attack him. Before he transmigrated, Zhang Baigui could dodge and weave, but now he stubbornly refuses to listen and only knows how to bang his head against a wall.

Upon hearing Su Yi's question, Zhang Baigui opened his mouth to refute, but for a moment he didn't know how to refute it.

Su Yi quickly followed up, "Or perhaps you, Zhang Baigui, consider yourself more virtuous than the sages of antiquity? Zhang Baigui, your virtuousness is certainly timely!"

A large basin of dirty water was poured over Zhang Baigui's head, instantly causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

Even though Zhang Baigui, who had studied the classics diligently since childhood, was very proud and arrogant, he dared not claim that he was comparable to a sage. In his mind, this would be a great disrespect!

The Way of the Gods and the Way of the Immortals existed even before the establishment of the Great Zhou Dynasty, predating even the Confucian sages who wrote the classics.

Are things that even Confucian sages couldn't correct really right?

The arrows, which originally embodied a righteous spirit, dissipated.

At this moment, Zhang Baigui began to waver in his adherence to the rules and principles he had upheld.

Under Su Yi's questioning, even Wen Gong swayed, and his noble spirit became disordered.

But after all, he was the future pillar of Confucianism, and after only a second of disarray, Zhang Baigui seemed to grasp something, slowly sitting back in his chair, his gaze fixed intently on Su Yi:

"Go on, keep going!"