To establish a heart for Heaven and Earth, to establish a destiny for the people, to carry on the lost teachings of past sages, to bring peace to all ages

Gentleman's First Sword.

It cut away their literary qi.

And Gentleman's Second Sword made them suffer.

As Confucian students, they neither served the people of the world nor sought to understand the intent of the sages.

All day, they studied how to become officials. Every waking moment, they studied how to scheme against others, how to revile others, how to trample others to raise themselves up.

Were these still Confucian students?

Were these still scholars?

They were no longer scholars. They were demons.

Leaving Great Wei could be explained as scholars refusing to be constrained. That was understandable.

But before leaving, they even sought to suppress Great Wei's national fortune. How could that be justified?

Even demons might not be so ruthless.

Although Xu Qingxiao had not experienced what had just happened, once his epiphany succeeded, everything appeared before his eyes. He was tracing back through the past.

Above Misty Cloud Prefecture.

Xu Qingxiao's Saintly Might was invincible. His radiance illuminated the entire prefectural capital, and his sage dharma form could be seen even ten thousand miles away.

Once Gentleman's Second Sword took shape, countless trillions of sword rays soared into the sky and scattered across the world.

As this sword descended, every scholar in the world panicked. None of them had expected Xu Qingxiao to be able to form a second sword.

"You're cutting away my literary qi again? If you cut any more, we'll have nothing left!"

"Xu Qingxiao, you're truly ruthless!"

"Xu Qingxiao, you have no humanity!"

"Aah!"

Countless curses rang out, followed a moment later by utterly harrowing screams.

They were the screams of scholars.

The Gentleman's Sword struck without inflicting any physical wounds, for this was a sword of the spirit, a sword of the will.

They had thought the second sword would cut away