The Fiery Sage Zhu, Justice over Kinship, Stripping the World's Scholars of Their Power, and Sage Might That Shook the Heavens

Literary Sage City.

With Xu Qingxiao's arrival, the entire Sage City felt different.

The scholars had originally been laughing heartily, their spirits high.

But Xu Qingxiao had killed a Confucian scholar the moment he arrived, and his methods inspired both fear and overwhelming fury.

Yet more than anything, they felt stifled.

Stifled to the very depths of their hearts.

Within Sage City.

Someone led Xu Qingxiao toward the ceremony grounds.

At the head was a Grand Confucian. Though unwilling, he feared Xu Qingxiao would seize on another pretext to make trouble, so he could only steel himself and lead the way.

But he knew in his heart that, at today's founding ceremony,

Xu Qingxiao would surely pay for his arrogance.

The ceremony grounds stood outside the Literary Palace. Sage Zhu's Literary Palace had erected a raised platform in an exceptionally spacious square, with an altar in the center and numerous sacrificial offerings arranged on either side.

All the guests sat to the left and right, with designated viewing seats.

"Sage Xu, your seat is in the place of honor."

The Grand Confucian led Xu Qingxiao to his seat, right in the middle of the left side, where it stood out the most. The table was exquisitely crafted from jadeite, with scenes from stories of the Sages carved into it, lending it particular grandeur.

The other guests' furnishings were hardly poor, but they truly paled beside Xu Qingxiao's.

Such treatment only made Xu Qingxiao find the Literary Palace even more ridiculous.

After treating him like that outside the city, they had actually arranged a seat of honor for him once he came inside?

How utterly laughable.

Still, Xu Qingxiao understood that they acted this way because they had something to rely on, and that confidence came from Sage Zhu.

"Brother Xu."