The eight Confucian School patriarchs, snapping out of their reverie, exchanged glances, their expressions somewhat somber.
The memory was so vivid and real that it was obviously true, meaning that the overseas martial arts world truly existed, and that the fact that they could forge such wondrous things meant that they were far more powerful than those in the Central Plains.
At the same time, they also sensed that the so-called Innate Divine Sense was indeed much stronger than their acquired Acquired Divine Sense. They could clearly sense a sense of oppression from it, which clearly indicated that there was a fundamental difference between the two sides.
This also proves the existence of higher realms, but the overall strength of their Central Plains is too weak, and too many ancient and ancient traditions have been lost, which is why they are stuck at this stage.
He brought this on himself!
"Young friend Ximen, could you please tell me how aircraft carriers and jet fighters are cast? Of course, if there are any taboos, then just pretend I didn't ask."
An old Confucian School scholar couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, for he simply couldn't imagine what kind of immense power it would take to create such an astonishing creation.
Moreover, judging from the images of that aircraft carrier, it is clearly not just a simple iron shell; it must have many functions. This is something that humans could not possibly create!
"I don't know either, I only know that it was the Mohist School family who did it! By the way, the Mohist School family seems to have come from your ancestral homeland in the Central Plains. Before they came, every time we sailed the sea, it was a matter of life and death."
The arrival of the Mohist School made our voyages much safer, and they made a great contribution to the overseas martial arts world. Therefore, although the Mohist School does not have a fixed power base, they are always honored guests of any sect or family.
Wang Hao shook his head decisively; he was telling the absolute truth in this regard.
In his view, the Mohist School were a combination of scientific researchers and technical workers, so it wouldn't be wrong to say that the builders of the aircraft carrier were from the Mohist School.
As for how aircraft carriers and jet fighters are manufactured, he genuinely had no idea. He wasn't a military enthusiast, so how could he possibly care about such things? At most, he knew a basic theoretical understanding, but that was all.
However, as soon as these words were spoken, everyone present turned to look at the Confucian School, their expressions filled with resentment.
The gazes of the crowd made the eight Confucian School patriarchs feel extremely embarrassed and aggrieved.
They didn't want to either!
Although the idea of suppressing all other schools of thought and exclusively honoring Confucianism had some personal motives, the main reason was that too many different schools of thought in that era would really cause chaos in the country. Otherwise, would you really think the Han emperor was a fool?
Therefore, in order to maintain national stability and for their own interests, they proposed the idea of suppressing or even eradicating other schools of thought.
But who knew that the Mohist School would possess such astonishing potential, capable of creating something so extraordinary?
"Ahem... Let me talk about the goals and ideals of Confucian School! Our Confucian School goals and ideals are very simple: cultivate oneself, regulate one's family, govern the state, and bring peace to the world!"
The Confucian School patriarch at the head of the group coughed and quickly changed the subject. If they continued, the Confucian School would be attacked by the masses.
"Hiss! You Confucian School are defying the heavens! How can you even put forward such ideas?"
Wang Hao pretended to gasp in shock, appearing quite astonished.
"Hmph! Young friend Ximen, don't listen to that old fellow's boasting. I believe in Confucian School's doctrines of self-cultivation, but when it comes to regulating one's family, governing the state, and bringing peace to the world, those three points have little to do with Confucian School!"
A sneer rang out, and a hunched old man stepped out from the crowd. Although he looked like he was on his deathbed, no one dared to underestimate him in the slightest, because this old man was a powerful expert at the Peak Xiantian Grandmaster.
The old man ignored the murderous glares from the eight Confucian School patriarchs and sneered, " Confucian School is unparalleled in self-cultivation, a fact even I, an old man, admire. But when it comes to regulating one's family, governing the state, and bringing peace to the world, that is not their Confucian School."
"That's right. Although Jia is a bit mercenary, the most important thing for managing a family well is to be able to earn money to support the family. In this regard, farmers and ordinary people must know how to cultivate the land and grow grain to obtain enough food to feed their families."
Small vendors need a skill to make a living, and wealthy merchants need to know how to do business to make a living; these things have nothing to do with Confucian School.
A portly middle-aged man strode out, displaying his Middle Innate Realm cultivation level without flinching, and confronted the eight Confucian School patriarchs head-on without showing any weakness.
At other times, he would naturally not dare to confront the Confucian School head-on, but now this place has gathered countless martial arts practitioners, and there are even a large number of Innate experts. Even the Confucian School would not dare to make a move easily.
Immediately afterward, a burly old man and a thin old man in a long robe stepped forward and, in turn, launched an attack on the eight Confucian School patriarchs, saying, "That's right, governing the country and bringing peace to the world uses the doctrines of my School of Military Strategy and Legalist School. What does that have to do with you Confucian School?"
The thin, elderly man in the long robe walked up to Wang Hao, took out a newly prepared copy of the Analects from his sleeve, and handed it to him, chuckling, "Young friend Ximen, you don't know much about Confucian School, so don't be fooled. This is the supreme classic of Confucian School, the Analects. All the mysteries of Confucian School are contained within it. You'll understand once you've read it!"
At this point, the gaunt old man turned to the eight Confucian School patriarchs and said Haki, "If you are not convinced, you may discuss with me, Wang, the principles of governance!"
At this moment, the faces of the eight Confucian School patriarchs were as black as the bottom of a pot, and their gazes toward the few who had stepped forward were filled with chilling murderous intent. But what happened next made their faces turn even blacker.
Hundreds more figures emerged from the crowd, all of them at the Innate Realm, including more than ten peerless experts at the Peak Innate.
A small portion of these people were Innate experts who had been driven out of the Central Plains by Confucian School over the past century. The majority of the rest were those who had obtained the secret technique that Wang Hao had exchanged using Ye Gucheng's pseudonym, thus breaking through to the Early Innate of the innate realm.
Although it was a short time, those who had been stuck at the Half-step Innate Realm for decades were only one step away from breaking through. So after obtaining Wang Hao's secret method, they soon went into seclusion to break through and became powerful experts at the Early-stage Xiantian Grandmaster.
Although this secret method has great hidden dangers, for them who are already nearing the end of their lifespan, being able to break through the bottleneck and live a few more years is a huge gain.
They had all been suppressed by Confucian School, so seeing Confucian School suffer a setback, they naturally didn't mind kicking it while it was down.
Faced with this lineup, the eight Confucian School patriarchs remained silent, their faces grim.
Although with the support of the eight ancient swords, they could defeat or even kill these people by using the Eight Extremes Sword Formation, at least half of the eight of them would perish.
Then the Eight Extremes Sword Formation will be impossible to set up, Confucian School, with its strength greatly diminished, will not be able to withstand the power of the entire world.
The next generation has not yet fully grown up, so they must not act rashly. Only when they are all alive can they exert the strongest deterrent force and suppress these Gyūki.
Seeing these Innate experts clashing head-on with the Confucian School, Wang Hao was secretly delighted, but outwardly he calmly began to peruse the Analects.
Although the Analects appeared in his Chinese textbook when he was in school, it was only a part of it; he had never actually read the complete Analects.
The Analects given by the gaunt old man was the most basic version, with nothing omitted, and there was no need for the other party to do so.
Although the Analects is revered as Confucian School classic, its essence leans more towards philosophy, focusing on teaching people how to be good people.
Therefore, Confucian School is truly adept at educating children and establishing good character, but it falls short in other areas.
The ancient saying that half of the Analects can govern the world is pure nonsense, and it was just something that some people boasted about.
More importantly, Confucian School really didn't do a good job in basic education. There's an old saying, "The poor study literature, the rich study martial arts," which means that martial arts practitioners need to have enough wealth to buy enough medicinal herbs to practice their skills.
And those who study literature are all poor, bookish scholars, but are these scholars really poor?
In ancient times, those who could afford to pursue scholarship were at least from wealthy families who had enough to eat and wear. Ordinary people couldn't even afford to eat, so how could they possibly afford to go to school?
Do you really think this is compulsory education?!
Therefore, although Confucianism is very perfect, Confucian School is a class of people with vested interests. While they do work for the common people, they are not as noble and lofty as rumored.
After finishing reading the entire Analects, Wang Hao's expression turned cold and stern. He slammed the Analects down on the table and said coldly, "Gentlemen, are you making a fool of me Ximen Chuixue? Do you really think I, the Sword God, am easy to talk to?"
Even though it's just acting, it still needs to be done thoroughly.
"Young friend Ximen, it's all a misunderstanding..."
The elderly Confucian School scholar at the head of the group hurriedly tried to explain, but Wang Hao impatiently waved him off, coldly saying, " Xie Feng, show the guest out!"
He had originally intended to completely fool those eight old Confucian School scholars, but now that things had escalated to this point, it was clearly impossible to continue. Otherwise, it would be too deliberate and inevitably arouse suspicion.
Therefore, it's best to put this matter on hold for now, and he believes the Confucian School will come looking for him again soon, at most in a sneaky way.
After all, this is a matter of life and death for the other party!
The eight Confucian School patriarchs wanted to say something, but seeing the coldness on Wang Hao's face, they could only glare fiercely at the Innate experts who had stepped forward before turning away.
The eight Confucian School beauties who had been brought over also left with grim expressions, leaving only the young lady who was brewing tea behind. She maintained a gentle and graceful demeanor, as if she didn't care about the Confucian School's situation.
Why don't you leave?
Wang Hao was quite curious about this young lady.
" Mr. Ximen did not bring any maids with him. Would it be alright if I served him for the next few days?"
The young woman smiled gently and did not answer Wang Hao's question. Instead, she asked if she could stay and serve him, clearly indicating that she had chosen Wang Hao.
"Tell me your purpose. I don't believe this appearance could make you fall in love at first sight!"
Wang Hao became even more curious, and as he spoke, he jokingly stroked his shiny scalp.
He's currently dressed as a balding, greasy middle-aged man with a negative appearance; there's absolutely no way he could make someone fall in love at first sight.
Moreover, this girl had previously shown no fear even in the face of death, yet still insisted on following him, clearly indicating she had a story to tell.
He wouldn't mind lending a hand to such an interesting and beautiful woman!
Of course, most importantly, he really needed a woman to serve him during this time, at the very least someone to wash his clothes.
He preferred to have a young woman wash his clothes rather than have other men do it.
This young lady in front of me is clearly quite nice!