Some time ago, while Fang Yun was away, Qing Kingdom had been secretly pulling little tricks. New grudges piled atop old hatred, and Zhang Poyue wanted revenge once more.
One of Zhang Poyue's trusted aides suddenly said, "General, you once said that, for Jing Kingdom's sake, you had no choice but to advance to Great Scholar ahead of time. It was too rushed, your foundation was unstable, and you had been looking for a way to make up for it. You also said that if you lowered your Literary Rank and then asked a Half-Sage to act, you could return to Great Scholar perfectly. If you lower your Literary Rank now, then ask Sage Fang for help after the Battle for Prefectures is over, it would not count as interfering with the Battle for Prefectures. Wouldn't that kill two birds with one stone? For Sage Fang, this would be no more than lifting a hand. There is no way he would refuse. Even if he does, you can roll around and throw a tantrum... Ahem, ahem, I mean cling to him relentlessly. It will definitely work."
Zhang Poyue slapped his thigh and shouted, "Let's do it! Fucking do it!"
"I advise you to wait. There is no rush. Once those new mechanisms leave the factory, you may have lowered your Literary Rank for nothing," said the general who also studied the Craftsmen School.
"Are the new mechanisms really that powerful?"
"Of course!"
Within the Hall of All Sages.
Fang Yun's true body slowly opened his eyes. Lightning flickered before him, the void shattered, and the skies for ten thousand miles shook before gradually returning to calm.
Mi Fengdian's and Feng Shu's avatars also opened their eyes.
"Sage Fang, I fear this battle will not be easy," Mi Fengdian said with