Confucianism under Heaven

Chapter 9: Reading for the Rise of Humanity!

Chapter Nine: Reading for the Rise of Humanity!

The Xuan paper lay flat on the table, and the entire room was deathly silent.

A moment later, all the students stared in astonishment at the two-foot-tall orange aura of talent, their expressions incredibly varied.

A poem about cultivating virtue!

This is the first poem on moral cultivation that Ye Ruji wrote at the school.

Two poems in three days, one on cultivating virtue, and one on astonishing sainthood—only someone at the level of a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations) could probably achieve that.

"This isn't true."

Xu Ziyan stared blankly, then frantically tried to tear off that page of Xuan paper.

However, when he picked it up, he discovered that the Xuan paper weighed several hundred kilograms.

"How are you able to write poems about cultivating virtue!"

Xu Ziyan pointed at Ye Ru and asked, his voice trembling.

Is this level of skill really something that Ye Ru, who has been a useless person for so long, could produce?

This was unbelievable to him.

Those around Ye Ru looked at him with awe. If the preliminary examination were to begin, he would undoubtedly be able to take first place in the preliminary examination based solely on his poem on cultivating virtue!

"Now you can hand Xu Zhong over to me, right?"

After Ye Ru finished speaking, he ignored the stunned Xu Ziyan and walked towards Xu Zhong.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

With three slaps, even without infusing his talent, Xu Chong's physique as a mere student instantly turned him into a pig's head.

"The Confucian way is for a gentleman to use words, not fists, while the way of revenge is mine, Ye Ru's way!"

A voice imbued with talent rang out here, and no one around dared to utter a word.

"Let's go. Ye Ru, a gentleman takes his revenge even after ten years. You just wait!"

"You are Ye Ru?"

Just as Xu Ziyan spoke with a cold expression and made a threat, a loud voice rang out.

"It's actually Registrar Wen!"

Everyone gasped in surprise when they saw the middle-aged man holding the book.

"Wait a minute, it seems the county magistrate has also arrived?"

Another exclamation came. This Registrar Wen and the County Magistrate were the second-in-command of Qingyun County. They would only come out to handle cases if they had committed some serious crime.

Seeing this, Xu Ziyan frowned, an idea came to him, and he quickly said to Registrar Wen:

"Registrar Wen, County Magistrate, this boy has assaulted his own people, showing utter disregard for the unity of our human race. He has also disregarded the law by copying poems, committing a serious crime. I fear he is a traitor among the demon race. I implore you, my lord, to order his arrest and prevent him from harming the human race any further!"

"Yes, yes, we are all victims."

Xu Chong covered his face and groaned as if he were not sick.

They believed that Ye Ru must have committed some heinous crime to warrant the arrest of the two officials.

"grown ups."

Before Su Tongyao could plead for mercy, the county magistrate waved his hand, stopping her from speaking.

Ye Ru merely frowned slightly, thinking that the two poems he had previously composed, "Primordial Chaos Poem" and "Sage's Poem," were probably already known to the authorities.

Many people looked at Ye Ru quietly.

They wondered what Ye Ru had done to warrant the personal intervention of the two officials.

Both of them were at the level of Juren (a degree in the imperial examination system).

"Ye Ru, as a scholar, not only physically assaulted people, but also plagiarized poems and had an ambiguous relationship with Su Tongyao. This is simply outrageous!"

"Two officials have come to arrest you personally. Let's see what excuses you have! The country has its laws. Do you think you can get away with this?!"

Xu Ziyan pointed at Ye Ru and started cursing, completely distorting the truth and attempting to frame Ye Ru.

"How shameless!"

"I am ashamed to associate with Xu Ziyan; it is utterly shameless. Today, I sever all ties with him!"

Many people, upon hearing Xu Ziyan's distortion of the truth, consciously took a step back and distanced themselves from him.

"Who told you I was here to arrest him?"

At this moment, Registrar Wen glanced at Xu Ziyan, causing the latter's heart to sink.

They're not here to arrest someone?

"Are you Ye Ru, who composed two poems on the Primordial Chaos and one poem that astounded the sage two days ago, and today composed another poem on cultivating virtue?"

Wen, the registrar, looked at Ye Rudao.

These words made Xu Ziyan's eyes widen instantly, as if struck by lightning, and his face turned as pale as paper in an instant.

In just three days, he composed two poems on primordial chaos, one poem that astonished the sages, and one poem that cultivated virtue. Could this really be accomplished by a mere fifteen-year-old boy?

Previously, in front of the registrar and the county magistrate, he not only insulted Ye Ru but also mocked him, which, according to the law, is a heinous crime!

Many people stared wide-eyed, their breathing becoming rapid. Su Tongyao covered her mouth, filled with disbelief.

"Xu Ziyan, Xu Zhong, you two deliberately slandered the Heavenly Scholar and deserve to be imprisoned. You are hereby ordered to go to the Qingyun County Government Office to await the magistrate's judgment!"

After Wen Zhubu finished speaking, he recited the famous poem "Song of the Trapped Dragon" by Su Wenmo, a half-sage from Congyun Kingdom.

Once the poem was completed, the talent transformed into shackles, binding Xu Ziyan and Xu Chong together. A rope of talent appeared in the hands of Registrar Wen.

"Brother Ye, we dare not do it again. We hope that you will be magnanimous and forgive us."

Xu Ziyan and Xu Zhong trembled, looking at Ye Ru with pleading eyes.

"He deserved it."

"That's right, he deserves this retribution!"

Someone whispered something in secret.

"May I ask what business you two have with me?"

Ye Ru didn't look at Xu Chong and the other man, but bowed to Registrar Wen and said.

Upon hearing this, the two clerks exchanged a glance and solemnly addressed Ye Ru:

"It was the county magistrate who sent us to find you, saying he has an important matter to ask of you!"

"Is there something important you need to ask? Then I would be grateful if the County Magistrate and the Registrar could lead the way."

Ye Ru frowned slightly, but he couldn't disobey the magistrate's words, so he made a gesture of invitation.

The registrar and the county magistrate exchanged a glance:

“Good. Humility and self-confidence are not true wisdom. True wisdom lies in humility and deference. This young man shows no arrogance and is a promising talent. Mr. Ye, please come with me.”

"it is good."

After Ye Ru and Su Tongyao finished speaking, the registrar Wen recited the poem "Walking Quickly" to speed up his progress. His figure was like a wisp of smoke as he and the county magistrate led Ye Ru away, leaving behind a group of poor scholars and aristocratic students, their eyes filled with envy.

To receive praise from the Registrar Wen and the County Magistrate was something they could only dream of.

As Ye Ru walked, he felt as if his footsteps were carried by the wind, and he couldn't help but feel that the power of poetry in this Confucian and Taoist world was indeed wonderful.

In just a quarter of an hour, Ye Ru and his three companions arrived at the county magistrate's residence.

"I have brought Ye Tongsheng with me."

"come in."

The words of the county magistrate could be heard coming from the antique-style room.

As the four entered, Ye Ru carefully examined them.

The room was nothing special; it contained only a bookshelf, a table, a chair, and a ruler.

This also reflects that Magistrate Zhang was an honest and upright person.

"Student Ye Ru greets Your Excellency, the County Magistrate."

Straightening his expression, Ye Ru bowed to the county magistrate and said.

"You are Ye Ru, the Holy Child Scholar?"

"You treat me with utmost respect, yet you are ruthless towards Xu Ziyan and the others. Isn't that a crime of flattering superiors and deceiving inferiors? What are you trying to achieve?"

Magistrate Zhang had a serious expression. As the magistrate, he held the power of life and death in Qingyun County and naturally possessed a certain authority.

Instantly, the scholar's imposing aura filled the heavens and earth.

"One must have pride, but not arrogance. Without pride, one is close to being a vulgar person; with arrogance, one cannot be a gentleman. As the ancient saying goes, 'A great man has things he will do and things he will not do.' My actions should conform to my sacred way!"

Ye Ru remained expressionless, his body standing as straight as a javelin.

"What a fine saying, 'One must have pride.' Then what about your path to sainthood?"

Magistrate Zhang was shocked. As expected of a child sent by the Emperor, these few words alone could probably be included in a child's primer.

Upon hearing this, Ye Ru raised his head, a surge of heroic spirit erupting from his chest. His clear shout echoed throughout the room, causing the blood of the three scholars to quietly boil...

"Study for the rise of the human race!"