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What shocked him even more was that he vaguely caught some key words: "inclusiveness of all schools of thought", "sources for the country", "a great fortune for the world's scholarship"...

This was completely different from his expectation that the empire would exclusively promote Legalism and suppress all other schools of thought!

Chuan Jun's vision seems to be far grander than he had anticipated.

A tremendous sense of confusion and unprecedented self-doubt overwhelmed him like a cold tide.

He began to doubt whether he had truly seen through the emperor's intentions, and whether the path he had chosen was truly against the general trend of the world.

Looking at the excited Xunzi in front of him and the stunned Confucian scholars outside the door, Qin Chuan knew that his goal had been achieved.

He personally helped Xunzi up:

"It is my good fortune and the empire's good fortune to have received your great assistance. Matters concerning Confucianism shall be discussed and decided by you, Master Fu Nian, and Master Yan Lu. The details of implementing the imperial examination system will be discussed in detail by imperial officials and you later."

His gaze swept over Zhang Liang, who stood dejectedly outside the door:

"As for Master Zifang, as I have said, I leave it to the Confucian school to decide. Whether to keep him or punish him, it is up to Master Fu Nian to decide. I believe in the Confucian school's family rules, and I also believe that Master Fu Nian can guide his lost disciples to find the true path they should take."

Entrusting Zhang Liang to the Confucian school to handle was not only giving face to the Confucian school, but also showing trust in Xunzi's abilities, and giving Zhang Liang a chance to rethink things.

This magnanimity impressed even Fu Nian, Yan Lu, and others.

Qin Chuan did not linger and nodded slightly to Xunzi: "With this matter settled, I have other business to attend to. Master, Master Fu Nian, Master Yan Lu, farewell."

After saying this, he took Xiaomeng, who had been standing quietly by the side with a thoughtful look in her eyes, and turned to leave the Bamboo Grove Abode and the Little Sage Village, which was still in a state of great shock.

Fu Nian and Yan Lu quickly bowed to see them off.

Xunzi stood at the entrance of the hermitage, watching Qin Chuan's departing figure, his gaze deep and lingering, filled with complex and indescribable emotions.

This emperor not only possessed immense power, but also harbored a blueprint to reshape the world. His vision and methods stirred even the venerable old man's heart.

The carriage set off again, its wheels rolling and grinding through the dust of the Qilu land.

Xiaomeng sat beside Qin Chuan, a hint of inquiry in her cool eyes: "Brother, is your next step to the farming family?"

Qin Chuan turned his gaze southward, to the vast land of Chu, where the 100,000 disciples of the Farmer's School were entrenched, a place teeming with hidden dangers and lurking murderous intent.

Qin Chuan's voice was calm and even, yet it contained the power to control the world:

"The various schools of thought, including Mohism, Taoism, and Confucianism, have been established. Next, it's time to meet the Agricultural School, which claims 'the earth nourishes all things, and Shennong is immortal.' Let's see how many demons and monsters, and how many earth-shattering secrets, are hidden beneath this seemingly loose and scattered group of 100,000 people."

The agricultural philosophy of nurturing all things through the land should also have a place in Qin Chuan's inclusive blueprint for the imperial examination system, provided that it can truly be used by the empire rather than becoming a breeding ground for turmoil.

The imperial carriage heads south, its empire's might aimed directly at the farmers!

Chapter 75 Han Xin, the Hidden Dragon, the Future Military Genius

With the dust settled at Xiaoshengxianzhuang, Confucianism has returned to its roots.

Qin Chuan and Xiao Meng's carriage did not go directly to the Six Sages' Tomb, the core of the Farmhouse, but quietly arrived at a bustling town within the territory of Lieshan Hall.

To Xiaomeng's surprise, Qin Chuan did not rush to venture deeper into the countryside. Instead, he led her out of the carriage and strolled along the bustling streets like an ordinary tourist.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, and the air was filled with the unique, everyday atmosphere of the city.

Xiaomeng's usually cool and aloof expression was now tinged with genuine joy. She nestled close to Qin Chuan, savoring this rare moment of time alone together, undisturbed by matters of state or the conflicts among the various schools of thought.

She even looked with great interest at the fresh fruits and melons being sold by roadside vendors, her cool voice taking on a lighthearted tone: "Brother, the fruits from Chu look plumper than those from Xianyang."

Qin Chuan had a gentle smile on his lips as he glanced at the bustling street scene, as if he were truly just accompanying Xiao Meng to relax.

Upon reaching the head of a stone bridge, they found a large crowd gathered ahead, with noisy laughter and harsh insults constantly emanating from it.

The two exchanged a glance and slowly stepped forward.

The bridgehead was blocked by several thugs. The leader, a burly man with a fierce face, stood with his hands on his hips, mocking a young man carrying a long sword and dressed in coarse linen clothes.

The young man was tall and thin, with a gaunt face and an unusually calm gaze. Faced with the scoundrel's shoving and insults, he simply lowered his head slightly, pursed his lips, and clenched his fists, as if he was trying his best to endure it.

"Hey, you poor wretch! Trying to cross this bridge?" The burly man spat as he spoke. "Fine! Either kowtow three times to me, or..."

He grinned lewdly, deliberately spreading his legs, "Crawl between Grandpa's legs! Hahaha!"

The crowd erupted in even louder laughter; some jeering, others looking on with pity.

The young man's body visibly stiffened, a flash of humiliated anger crossing his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

He took a deep breath and actually bent down slowly, crawling between the scoundrel's legs under the watchful eyes of countless people!

"Hahaha! He actually drilled it! What a spineless coward!"

The scoundrels laughed so hard they were doubled over.

The young man silently got up, dusted himself off, and kept his head down, preparing to leave this humiliating place quickly.

However, the burly rogue clearly had no intention of letting him go. He took a step forward and blocked his path again, his greedy eyes fixed on the ancient longsword on his back.

"Wait! You think you can just crawl through and leave? Leave your broken sword behind! Consider it a tribute to your grandfather!"

The young man finally stopped.

He slowly raised his head, and deep within his usually calm eyes, it seemed as if a cold pool was gathering and churning, and an invisible sharpness began to spread.

He gripped the hilt of the sword behind his back, his knuckles turning white from the force. The surrounding laughter abruptly ceased, and a strange chill made the thugs instinctively take a half-step back.

Just as the young man was about to draw his sword and pounce on him with a show of bravado but a cowardly air, Qin Chuan flicked his fingers almost imperceptibly behind his back.

A subtle yet incredibly precise finger strike pierced the air, instantly hitting the tendon in the back of the burly rogue's knee!

The burly rogue felt his legs go weak, let out a scream, and fell to his knees with a thud, landing face-first in the mud.

His accomplices were stunned by this sudden turn of events and momentarily forgot what to do.

The young man was also taken aback, his hand holding the sword paused, he glanced at the kneeling rogue with a puzzled look, then scanned his surroundings warily, and finally his gaze fell on Qin Chuan and Xiao Meng, who had an extraordinary temperament, at the edge of the crowd, and lingered for a moment.

Without further hesitation, he seized the opportunity, his figure blurred, and he swiftly passed through the crowd like a fish, disappearing around the street corner.

Xiaomeng frowned slightly, looking at Qin Chuan with confusion: "Why help such a good-for-nothing?"

She felt contempt for the young man's act of crawling between her legs.

Qin Chuan gazed in the direction the young man had disappeared, his eyes deep and filled with a hint of appreciation:

"A coward? Xiaomeng, you're wrong. That person just now wasn't a coward at all, but Han Xin, the future military genius of the empire."

"The God of War? Han Xin?"

For the first time, Xiaomeng's usually cool eyes showed obvious surprise.

How can someone who can endure such humiliation be called an "immortal"? Is my senior brother's perspective always so unique?

"Let's go and meet this 'military genius'."

Qin Chuan chuckled and, with Xiao Meng by his side, moved like a ghost through the crowd. In just a few breaths, they appeared at the entrance of a relatively quiet back alley, just in time to stop Han Xin, who was about to leave quickly.

Han Xin suddenly stopped, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword again, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, watching the extraordinary man and woman before him warily.

He recognized them; they were the two people who had been watching from the bridgehead earlier.

"Who are you? Why are you blocking my way?"

Han Xin's voice was deep and calm, carrying a suppressed sharpness.

Qin Chuan's gaze fell on the long sword behind him. The scabbard was ancient and had a faint hint of a dragon's roar.

"Hidden Dragon... What a fine name." Qin Chuan spoke slowly, his voice calm yet striking. "A sword is sheathed, its sharpness concealed, waiting for the opportune moment when the hidden dragon emerges from the abyss. So too is man."

Han Xin's pupils suddenly contracted!

The other party not only recognized him, but also seemed to see through the name of the sword he carried and the will he hid deep within his heart!

"You endure what ordinary people cannot, not out of cowardice, but to accumulate and wait for an opportunity that will allow you to soar to new heights and unleash the full potential of your talents."

Qin Chuan's words were like sharp swords, peeling away layer by layer the humiliation that enveloped Han Xin's heart:

"pity……"

"What's a pity?"

Han Xin subconsciously pressed for an answer, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of urgency.

"It's a pity you were born at the wrong time." Qin Chuan's tone carried a hint of regret, but also contained a deeper meaning. "The empire has conquered the Baiyue in the south and driven out the Xiongnu in the north. The Great Wall stands tall, and the country is at peace. Weapons are stored away, and horses graze on the southern mountains. It seems that there are no more major battles to fight in the world."

"Since faith was born, why was river born?"

Han Xin blurted it out almost without thinking, his voice filled with resentment and deep helplessness.

The "Chuan" he spoke of was none other than the one who was hailed by the world as the God of War of the Empire, who pacified the four directions with unpredictable strategies and was revered by all generals—the Imperial Chuan-kun!

With Lord Chuan around, the pinnacle of the empire's military achievements has already been occupied. Under the dazzling light, who can still see the lurking dragon?

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan's lips curled into a meaningful smile: "Oh? So you recognize me?"

Han Xin was struck dumb, and instantly realized the identity of the person in front of him!

His statement, "Since you have faith, why did you have Chuan?" was practically a direct provocation!

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and he almost instinctively knelt down to pay his respects.

"No need for such formalities."

Qin Chuan raised his hand in a gesture of support.

Han Xin's heart was in turmoil, a mixture of shock, excitement, and fear.

The opportunity he had been waiting for had arrived in such an unexpected way.

It was brought by the very war god he both revered and resented the most.

"Your Majesty... what you just said..."

Han Xin spoke with difficulty.

"I told you, I can give you a chance to emerge from the abyss like a dragon rising from the depths." Qin Chuan looked directly into his eyes. "It's up to you whether you dare to accept it."

"May I ask Your Majesty, now that the world is at peace, where should we wage war?"

Han Xin suppressed his excitement and asked the most crucial question.

"Broaden your horizons a bit." Qin Chuan smiled faintly, took out a scroll of silk from his sleeve, and casually tossed it to Han Xin. "Take a look at this."

Han Xin hurriedly caught it, and unfolded it with a heart full of doubts.

When the enormous map depicting an unprecedentedly vast world unfolded before his eyes, he froze completely!