Once Mu Yun invokes the poems left by the Literary Emperor, I’m afraid Chang Qing won’t be able to withstand it. "Is there still such a thing?" Upon hearing this, Bo Gu’s expression changed slightly, and the reassurance he felt was replaced by concern. But at this moment, Shu Han beside him remained carefree, laughing out loud. The two people next to him looked puzzled, turning their heads to him. Shu Han, with a smile on his face, looked up and laughed: "Competing in poetry with Chang Qing?" "Even if the Literary Emperor himself were present, he would bow his head!" Upon these words, Bo Gu and Yin Feng were thunderstruck, their expressions shocked. They stiffly raised their heads, looking towards the sky, murmuring in disbelief, "Little Junior Brother’s path of Confucianism... to what height has it ascended?" The Confucian path’s arena remains intensely fought, while the court lineage retreats successively. Witnessing this, students across the world watch with tension. Those aligned with the Confucian Immortal lineage show excitement. Confucian cultivators who had hesitated to join the court lineage now appear indecisive. The outcome of the arena’s division carries significant influence on Confucianism throughout the world. Every Confucian cultivator on the continent waits for the final results. Just as the court lineage seems to crumble, an enraged shout erupts from the sky. Mu Yun arrives with his people, seeing the debacle of the court lineage with a sullen face. With a wave of his grand sleeve, an extravagant brush falls into his hand. As he writes in the void, a winding river emerges, dividing the battling sides. This is the path-level artistry! Mu Yun, as a Confucian prodigy, naturally possesses effective techniques. Though he can’t achieve the terrifying might of Su Changqing, his combat prowess is also impressive. The Confucian Immortal lineage, seeing the situation, cautiously halts, gathering on one side. The scattered court lineage seems to find a backbone, hurriedly stumbling behind Mu Yun. At this moment, they still have numbers but lack momentum. Seeing the arrival, Su Changqing remains composed. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁 He stands up, his ancient zither dispersing with the phoenix, slowly stepping in front of the crowd. "This person is Mu Yun from the Mu family, adept in dual arts and very powerful." Ling Si approaches Su Changqing, transmitting the details to him. Su Changqing nods, raising his eyes to look at the opponent. "Unexpectedly, at the fall of the Confucian Immortal lineage, you emerge as such a prodigy." Mu Yun shows a hint of apprehension, but his expression remains calm as he speaks: "Join my court lineage, and I can spare you these transgressions." If possible, no one would want to provoke an enemy like Su Changqing. "The Confucian Immortal lineage will not perish, today or in the future." Su Changqing looks at Mu Yun, calmly saying, "As for sparing me, there’s absolutely no need." "Because I have never considered forgiving any of you!" Su Changqing’s words are very firm, full of sharpness. At this moment, he represents more than just himself. His comrades behind him, Confucian cultivators across the world, all look to him. And what he must do is show everyone that the Confucian Immortal, the Sacred Academy, remains the leader of today’s Confucian path! Hearing such strong words, the disciples of the Confucian Immortal lineage present all become impassioned, their aura surging. The students and Confucian cultivators across the world have bright eyes and seem to have made a decision in their hearts. Mu Yun, upon hearing, laughs in anger, "Dual arts at best, are you presuming there’s none who can stand against you?" "Today, I’ll show you the heritage of our court lineage!" "Emperor Scroll, reveal!" Following his words, Mu Yun brushes his fingers across his brow, and an ancient scroll engraved with a few lines of Dao patterns slowly emerges. The moment that scroll appears, the awe-inspiring aura on the platform suddenly boils. The sky is shrouded in rosy clouds, a grand power consolidates. An intimidating pressure like heavenly might makes the disciples of the Confucian Immortal lineage all change color. "Poems penned by the Literary Emperor!" The numerous Confucian Immortal lineage disciples present exclaim in shock, retreating further. Facing such terrifying power, they don’t even think of resisting. "Ask you once more, will you bow?" Mu Yun holds the Emperor Scroll, power surging behind him, surrounded by awe-inspiring aura, like a deity thundering. "Junior Brother Chang Qing..." Ling Si’s face pales, speaking with some unease. But before she finishes, Su Changqing strides forward, laughing loudly: "Poems of the Literary Emperor?" "Long been fascinated, competing against such a character is interesting!" Su Changqing’s black hair flows, full of youthful arrogance, seemingly overflowing. Whether Mu Yun or the court lineage disciples, at his current level and status, it feels as if he’s bullying. The appearance of the Literary Emperor’s ancient scroll not only didn’t bring him crisis but ignited his fighting spirit! What of the Literary Emperor? If they were peers, who dares to say he would lose! "Ridiculous, are you worthy to fight against the Literary Emperor?" Mu Yun, upon hearing, laughs furiously, "If the Literary Emperor were alive, you’d be too afraid to speak!" Su Changqing’s hair flies, he doesn’t explain but laughs out loud, "I don’t lament not seeing the ancients, lament the ancients who didn’t see my madness!" All present are astounded, looking at the young man in the sky. These words are so arrogant, so proud, it’s shocking. Even the scholars of the world, prominent Confucian figures, can’t help but be transfixed. What do these words mean? I don’t lament not meeting the Literary Emperor, but pity the Literary Emperor for not witnessing my pride. These simple words not only place oneself on par with a Great Emperor but even surpass him! The entire Confucian circle is instantly shaken! Many old scholars curse aloud, pointing at the sky, shouting heresy. Yet, those young students, their blood boiling, rise with a laugh, full of spirit.