The Book of Heaven and Earth, a Peerless Grand Confucian-Beneath the Literary Palace, Your Confucian Rank Shall Be Stripped

Great Wei's Capital.

The sky was black as ink.

All light had vanished, save for a single beam that still shone from the Great Wei Literary Palace.

That beam came from the Sage-Tier Platform.

Xu Qingxiao sat cross-legged on the ninth step.

Everyone gazed at him.

At that moment, Xu Qingxiao resembled a Sage comprehending the Dao.

Everyone knew that after today, Xu Qingxiao would possess a title in the literary world that no one could ever tarnish.

"The future New Sage."

At the Great Wei Literary Palace, Sage Zhu's phantom bowed to Xu Qingxiao. No one knew what that bow meant.

But that bow cemented Xu Qingxiao's prestige.

After this, who beneath heaven would not know his name?

Never mind anything else-which of those scholars would still dare cause Xu Qingxiao trouble?

Once, people had dared mock Xu Qingxiao's title of an unparalleled talent through the ages, believing he lacked such gifts. Yet now, even a Sage bowed to him.

Who would dare belittle someone even a Sage respected? Who would dare slander him?

Even a Heaven-and-Earth Grand Confucian could not slander or humiliate Xu Qingxiao.

Had the Peaceful Age Poetry Gathering begun a few days later, the Ten Kingdoms’ Great Talents would not have dared show the slightest arrogance. Whatever Xu Qingxiao said would have been final.

Such was a Sage's prestige, a Sage's profound standing.

More importantly, Xu Qingxiao might very well become the future New Sage, Great Wei's second Sage. Though that possibility was not especially great, since becoming a Literary Sage was no ordinary matter, surely becoming a half-saint would not be difficult?

Was a half-saint not still a saint?

A living half-saint-and Xu Qingxiao might very well reach that realm within forty years. Such a person meant far too much to the Confucian Dao.