Confucianism under Heaven

Chapter 61 Wenbao Zhentian Class

Chapter Sixty-One: Wenbao Town Heavenly Class

Logically speaking, someone from a private school wouldn't be so aggressive, but scholars have always been prone to mutual disdain, and Lin Yanze is no saint either.

In private schools, literary debates or contests were generally ignored as long as no one died. Even if someone was involved, it was mostly among prominent families, and the teacher had no right to interfere.

The Tianzi class was located to the south of Wenxing Private School, while the other three classes were located to the east, west, and north.

This was a rather spacious square, where some young men dressed in brocade robes smiled as they looked at the young men opposite them who were dressed in coarse cloth short clothes.

"Where is Ye Ru, the Holy Scholar? Why is it always you good-for-nothings who come here? The day before yesterday, you beat up dozens of your 'Desolate Class' students, but you still couldn't lure Ye Ru out. Is he going to be a coward?"

"Indeed, Han Xin also suffered the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs back then, so hiding it like this is nothing."

The young man in the brocade robe who was leading the group let out a sarcastic remark, which drew a burst of laughter from the crowd.

"You fools from the Huang class, even if you all attacked together, you probably wouldn't be able to budge Brother Yanze in the slightest."

"What are you still looking at? If you keep looking, I'll gouge your eyes out. Are you angry? Come at me if you dare!"

Some students from the top-tier classes sneered. Their literary talent was far superior to that of the students from the less prestigious classes, and their families were also quite powerful, so teachers generally didn't dare to discipline them.

"This is simply outrageous! It's bad enough that they're bullying us, but they're even humiliating Ye Ru!"

"Despicable! They even turned against each other for their own selfish desires!"

"I will engage in a battle of wits with him, even if it means dying nine times over, I will not regret it."

"Let's fight! Who are we afraid of? Even if we lose, we'll break a couple of their bones!"

The students from the "Desolate Class" all blushed, their faces contorted with anger. As scholars, they could not tolerate such humiliation.

Amidst the uproar, Lin Yanze's face darkened, and he coldly said:

"You guys have quite the nerve. You're like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating yourselves. You're all talk and no action, that's exactly what you're like, isn't it?"

"I will wage a war of words against you!"

"Thank you all. Leave the rest to me."

A student from the "Desolate" class suddenly stood up, but just as he was about to make a move, a faint voice suddenly rang out in the area, and then everyone looked at him.

At the source of the sound, behind the students of Class Wilderness, a young man slightly raised his head, his dark eyes gleaming coldly as he looked at Lin Yanze and the others.

"Ye Ru?"

"Is it Ye Ru who has arrived?"

Many eyes turned to Ye Ru, and they immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"I didn't expect it to actually happen. I wonder if your talent is enough to handle the current situation. Otherwise, your reputation as a descendant of a saint will be completely ruined."

Lin Yanze scoffed dismissively.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate. If I do not reciprocate, I will be unjust, cowardly, impolite, untrustworthy, and disloyal. This must be your purpose in provoking our Huangzi Class while I was away, to ruin my literary reputation."

Ye Ru smiled, but it was an unusually chilling smile.

"So what do you want?"

"Simple. Wen Zhan is your class. Consider it a return gift. Also, hand over those who beat people up."

These words caused an uproar throughout the room. Ye Ru actually wanted to challenge the top class in the literary competition?

"You're nothing but a bunch of fame-seeking scoundrels, yet you dare to challenge our class with your words? We are more eloquent than you, and therefore superior. You have no respect for your elders. We're just teaching you some manners so you won't forget what it means to respect your teachers, and yet you don't even know how to be grateful."

"If you want to avenge them, then we'll see what you're capable of."

Upon hearing this, many members of the Wilderness Class had strange expressions, never expecting Lin Yanze to be so shameless.

"How shameless!"

"It's a disgrace."

"Well, as the saying goes, courtesy should be reciprocated, so in that case..."

Ye Ru nodded, then smiled slightly and slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing this, everyone was stunned, and all eyes turned towards this place, clearly not knowing what Ye Ru wanted to do.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely strange.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

A student suddenly let out a cold laugh, but before the laughter had even subsided, a surge of talent emanated outwards, followed by the appearance of a pen holder, causing the student's eyes to widen in shock.

As soon as the pen holder appeared, a phantom image of a large mountain enveloped the entire Wilderness Class.

boom!

"Is this a treasure?"

Many people exclaimed in surprise upon seeing this, but before they could recover, another inkstone appeared around Ye Ru. This inkstone transformed into an ink pool, enveloping the entire Tianzi Class.

At the same time, waves of fierce talent energy also emanated from it.

"Another one..."

Upon seeing this, some of the more knowledgeable students from the top-tier class immediately narrowed their eyes:

"Wenbao!"

"A third-grade literary treasure..."

Lin Yanze's face showed a look of shock, and then he murmured.

"This is a literary treasure? And a third-grade literary treasure at that! How could he possibly produce so many at once!"

A student from the top class swallowed hard and exclaimed.

"Humph!"

Lin Yanze took a deep breath, but after a moment, Ye Ru snorted coldly, and a paperweight appeared from his sleeve, eventually transforming into a white tiger that appeared in front of him in an instant.

The white tiger rubbed its paws, staring at Lin Yanze as if it were about to devour him.

Three third-grade literary treasures!

"How could this guy possess three Grade 3 literary treasures? That's impossible!"

Lin Yanze and the others' eyes twitched slightly. Even if an ordinary scholar had a third-grade literary treasure, he could use it as a family heirloom. But the other party, who was only a child scholar, had three third-grade literary treasures!

"I refuse to believe that with your talent, you can use so many literary treasures!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ru's lips curled slightly, and the Three Perfections Writing Brush appeared in his hand, along with a sheet of Xuan paper in front of him.

"Even a rat has skin, but a man has no manners. If a man has no manners, what is the point of living?"

As the poem was written, a dazzling star appeared between Ye Ru's brows, making the already shocked faces of the crowd even more astonished.

"This is... a low-grade literary talent..."

Lin Yanze suddenly clenched his fists, a wave of regret washing over him.

"How is this possible! Not only are there three literary treasures, but there's also a literary heart! How could the opponent be this powerful!"

Some of the top-tier students were stunned into silence, their faces turning extremely pale. They had never seen such a grand gesture in their entire lives.

"Brother Ye Ru is amazing..."

The students from the "Desolate" class stared blankly at Ye Ru, never expecting him to be so powerful.

The entire place was deathly silent. Even the students from the top class felt their legs go weak. The opponent did not engage in any literary battle or intellectual contest. Instead, they used the simplest and most brutal method: using a literary treasure to suppress the top class!

"Brother Yanze, what should we do?"

A student, pale-faced and trembling, spoke to Lin Yanze.

The spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from this artifact made him somewhat apprehensive.

Lin Yanze's throat bobbed, his face filled with shock. He didn't speak, his body stiff, staring at Ye Ru with resentment.

Under the gaze of the former, Ye Ru also raised his head. His calm voice seemed to possess an inexplicable pressure that shook people's minds.

"Brother Yanze, I wonder if I am qualified to return the greeting to your Tianzi Class?"