"Everyone, this divination platform concerns the survival of the Holy Academy and the future of the Confucian path." "This academy is the blood and sweat of the Confucian Immortal, the guiding light for students across the world!" "At the divination platform, all Confucian brethren across the land will be watching you. You must let them see that hope still exists!" As the words fell, many divine realm disciples led by Ling Si below all shouted out loudly. Bo Gu, observing from the side, remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he sighed heavily. During this period, the Confucian Immortal had not appeared, and the attacks from the court faction had become even more fierce. Student numbers at the Holy Academy had reduced by twenty percent, and most of the literati from various regions who prepared to attend the literary forum had also been swayed. If he hadn’t brought back the ’Courtesy’ life character from his teacher, the Holy Academy might not have held on. But even with the situation stabilized now, it was nothing more than a temporary fix. Once the divination platform is lost and the court faction reaches the pinnacle, the Holy Academy’s defeat is almost certain. But the current issue is that the number of divine realm disciples in the court faction far exceeds that of the Holy Academy. In recent times, the court faction has extensively advertised various benefits of the court, winning over many scholars. Even those Confucian cultivators who did not come to Central Province City were greatly influenced. It is expected that the divination platform of the Confucian path will witness a difficult internal conflict. And the Holy Academy lineage is at an absolute disadvantage. "Junior Brother Chang Qing will come, right?" Ling Si looked at Shu Han and asked seriously. "He definitely will!" Shu Han nodded heavily, looking towards the sky, murmuring, "Now, only he can break the situation for the Holy Academy." Hearing this, Ling Si said no more, first sending out a divine thought directly towards the heavens above! All other disciples present followed suit promptly. Above the Holy Academy, countless disciples’ divine thoughts soared skyward, the momentum astonishing. This scene was witnessed by all Confucian cultivators in Central Province City. At this moment, within a grand hall of the court faction. "The Holy Academy has set off, we mustn’t be slow either." The great scholar of the Mu family, Mu Ren, glanced at the young man before him, smiling, and said: "Yun’er, are you confident about ascending to the peak of the Confucian path’s platform?" Mu Yun smiled slightly upon hearing this, eyes full of confidence, "Grandfather, rest assured." "This time, only someone from our court faction can be at the pinnacle of the Confucian path." Mu Ren burst into laughter upon hearing this, "Go forth." Mu Yun turned and left. Not long after, a large number of disciples emerged from the court faction as well. Their momentum was astonishing, even more powerful than that of the Holy Academy. "With Mu Yun leading, reaching the pinnacle should not be too difficult." In the great hall, another great scholar spoke with a smile: "Although Ling Si from the Holy Academy is not weak, compared to Mu Yun, he still falls far short." Everyone present nodded at these words, their expressions relaxed. The Mu family in Central Province, the leading family of the court faction. Mu Ren, the current head of the family, possesses unfathomable Confucian cultivation. Mu Yun is even more remarkable, excelling in dual arts at a young age, mastering poetry, songs, and all literary forms, surpassing all peers in Central Province. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾·𝗇𝖾𝗍 Even many great scholars would humbly acknowledge his superior knowledge in certain areas. Now, with the court faction already stronger than the Holy Academy, and with Mu Yun leading... The battle for the divination platform, they would find it hard to lose! As everyone was easily chatting and laughing, an untimely voice from someone with a hint of worry sounded. "Mu Yun is strong, but we mustn’t be careless." "The Holy Academy still has one person... whom we must guard against." Everyone was taken aback by these words, turning their heads to look. The one speaking was also a familiar face, the ’Mo Lan’ great scholar who once accompanied Wei Cang to the southern domain. "Mo Lan, what do you mean by this?" Mu Ren frowned and asked. "You should know, the Confucian Immortal has a young disciple named Wisdom Foolish." Mo Lan recalled the experiences in the southern domain and sighed softly: "His Confucian realm makes him far beyond Mu Yun by more than one level." Mo Lan originally didn’t intend to speak of this, as he had promised Wei Cang. But now, he is also part of the court faction. Where one stands determines one’s view, and despite the promise earlier, the present benefit is more vital. "More than one level beyond Mu Yun?" Mu Ren raised an eyebrow and asked, "How old is this person?" "Barely twenty," Mo Lan replied. Mu Ren’s expression slightly relaxed, smiling, "How about his Confucian cultivation?" Hearing this, Mo Lan parted his lips, eventually whispering, "All four arts... he has entered the way." At these words, everyone present was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter. "All four arts into the way? Barely twenty? Mo Lan, have you had too much to drink?" "Haha, Mo Lan, are you joking? That’s too far-fetched." "Hehe, is Great Scholar Mo Lan trying to pressure us? Indeed, the pressure is strong, haha..." Laughter echoed in the great hall, with no one believing Mo Lan’s words. Not yet twenty, all four arts into the way? Not even the reborn Literary Emperor could achieve that point. Such an achievement is beyond their imagination, even if it came from a great scholar’s mouth, no one believed it. "I did not lie, this matter..." Mo Lan, seeing this, was about to explain further but was subtly restrained by Yi Xian beside him, who transmitted a message: "It’s good to speak the words, but time will verify their truth." Yi Xian, who had once traveled to the southern domain, naturally knew this was true. But why did he say nothing? First, he had made a promise with Wei Cang and did not want to mar the literary spirit. Second, it’s precisely because of the current situation. Even if he spoke out, who would believe it? If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, even he wouldn’t have believed it. Things that go beyond human cognition, unless seen firsthand, cannot be easily reversed by simple words.