Within Central Province City. All Confucian cultivators stared dumbfounded at the sky. Boundless immense righteousness covered the sky, as one awe-inspiring literary phenomenon after another rose. The light from the statue of Wen Emperor standing at the city’s center illuminated the entire Central Province City. The countless immense righteousness seemed to swarm over and engulf the towering statue of the Wen Emperor like swallows returning to their nests. The entire city fell into silence; not a sound could be heard. Until after a moment’s pause, a thunderous uproar erupted. "My goodness! I’ve never seen so much immense righteousness in my life. How much will this increase one’s cultivation realm?" "Unbelievable, all those poems are new works. Is Su Changqing the reincarnation of the Poetry Immortal?" "Such terrifying immense righteousness, it might directly elevate one to the King realm!" "It’s more than that! One could even glimpse the Saint Realm!" "Becoming a saint in a day? Turns out ancient records are true, there are geniuses born with knowledge..." The clamor drowned out Central Province City. All Confucian cultivators were feverish, their eyes almost overflowing with envy. Becoming a saint in one day! This is something unimaginable in other Dao practices, and now it has truly happened. The shock it brought is unparalleled. Ordinary people need a lifetime to cultivate to the Saint Realm. Yet Su Changqing, just one day! If Su Changqing comes to Central Province City now, the accumulated immense righteousness would make him a saint in a day. Moreover, unknown to others, most of the literary phenomena appearing with Emperor Wen in the past two years were Su Changqing’s handiwork. If paired with the previously accumulated immense righteousness... Su Changqing might not just reach sainthood in one day; the realm he could achieve would be terrifying. This scene caused an uproar in Central Province, rendering the court faction completely silent. Mu Ren stared blankly, murmuring. Even the phantom of Wen Emperor was shattered, leaving them with no chance of victory. He calculated the entire Confucian Immortal faction’s strategies. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Yet never imagined that the Confucian Immortal’s disciple would be such a prodigy! This, not only Mu Yun couldn’t contend, even if Emperor Wen reincarnated, he would bow before Su Changqing! Four arts entered Dao, unparalleled in poetry, who can match this terrifying Confucian realm? The hall fell silent. Only Mo Lan and Yi Xian, the two great Confucians, had eyes filled with shock and a hint of confusion. "Back during the poetry competition..." They looked to the young man in the sky, murmuring in their hearts, "Did Ling Si truly win?" Atop the Dao platform. Su Changqing, with overwhelming momentum, forcibly shattered the phantom of the Wen Emperor. The world trembled, countless people showing signs of shock. The majestic verses, and terrifying awe-inspiring phenomena. Let everyone know the terrifying realm of Su Changqing in Confucianism. It matched the ultimate peak in Sword Dao! "Impossible, how could the Wen Emperor lose!" Mu Yun’s eyes were full of disbelief. His expression turned frenzied, roaring, "You cheated! The Wen Emperor can’t lose!" "How could your poems rival the Great Emperor?" Born a peerless genius with smooth sailing, Mu Yun faced the greatest blow of his life. His proud talent and achievements, before Su Changqing, were like fireflies under the bright moon. Insignificant and not worth mentioning. "How could I rival the Great Emperor?" Su Changqing laughed at the words, stepping through the air casually and said: "The high mountains left by the ancients exist not to be gazed upon, but to be climbed." "When I leave footprints from the summit, the mountain is no longer towering, but just a stepping stone for my lofty view." A simple yet resounding voice rendered all cultivators silent. Their eyes showed signs of shock, with deep contemplation. The Great Emperor, in everyone’s eyes, is an unsurpassable existence, a peak to be revered. Yet, in Su Changqing’s words, the Great Emperor...is merely a stepping stone. They didn’t sense arrogance in Su Changqing’s tone, but rather a notion of inevitability. With an invincible heart, how can one fear others? All in the world, no matter how high the mountain, is but a stepping stone! This simple statement left countless prodigies pondering, revealing a sudden realization, elevating their mindset. At this time, in all corners of the continent, many unknowingly paid their respects to Su Changqing, whispering softly. "I don’t believe it, it’s impossible..." Mu Yun, after consecutive blows, seemed to have a damaged Dao heart. He continued in a frenzied manner, trying to speak further. But Su Changqing no longer gave him a chance. He stepped firmly, the crossed chessboard lines covering the sky. Endless immense righteousness fell from the chessboard like stars, bringing down a terrifying, overwhelming force. Two arts entered Dao, positioned as a prodigy, Mu Yun, and his followers, vaporized like mist. The disciples of the great Confucian faction were many but stared blankly without a single thought of resistance. After casually eliminating Mu Yun, Su Changqing descended from the sky, calmly walking forward. Yet the disciples of the great Confucian faction still blocked the path. But as Su Changqing walked slowly, the dense crowd spontaneously parted to form a path. At this moment, all Confucian cultivators atop the Confucian Dao platform fell silent. They watched in awe as the young man slowly walked towards the peak of Confucian Dao! Soon, Su Changqing reached the end of the Dao platform. He paused slightly, then stepped onto the final step. Instantly, the immense fortune gathered atop the Dao platform surged and concentrated above Su Changqing’s head. A ’Confucian’ character Dao pattern slowly emerged on his spiritual apex.