From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 233 The Most Arrogant Scholar Under Heaven
As the morning mist enveloped Dayi Lake, Xu Weixiong suddenly awoke from his bed, his celadon pillow soaked with cold sweat. A tickle in his throat caused him to cough several times.

Cough, cough, cough...

Mr. Wang, who was watching the maid prepare medicine outside, was startled by the cough and hurriedly went inside.

"Wei Xiong, you're awake?!"

"Water, water...!"

Like all characters who have awakened from a coma, Xu Weixiong's first words are water.

Mr. Wang quickly picked up the water that had been prepared by the bedside and carefully placed it to her lips.

After taking a few sips, Xu Weixiong finally let out a long breath and lay down again. This time, however, her eyes were open, but her gaze was as if she had been bitten hard by a mad dog, and she became dazed and confused.

"Wei Xiong, how are you feeling?!"

"I...I lost!"

After taking a sip of water, her spirits lifted a little, and her thoughts began to stabilize. Then, the game of chess with Zhao Xun came to mind, and she began to think about it involuntarily. But then, a sharp pain shot through her head, forcing her to cry out and cover her forehead.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Wang's expression changed, and he pointed his finger like a sword at the girl's forehead.

"Don't dwell on that game. You've already been poisoned by the game itself." Mr. Wang's expression was grave. "Although my chess skills aren't high enough to understand your game, I can see that towards the end, your energy was being pulled by the game. Every move affected your mind, and in the end, you collapsed from exhaustion. Wei Xiong, take my advice and stop thinking about it."

"Something's wrong with him, very wrong!" Xu Weixiong tried her best to calm herself, but her thoughts still involuntarily drifted back to the chess game, and the suffocating feeling she had during the game returned. Every time she tried to build a defense, the white pieces always managed to penetrate in the most tricky positions.

That's not the computing power a single person should have!
“I know, his calculation ability is astonishing, unlike that of a human.” Mr. Wang sighed softly. “He personally explained that game of chess, and it has been compiled into a detailed score. After the score was published, many chess masters were amazed, saying that Zhao Xun’s calculation ability is unparalleled. In the game with Huang Longshi in Chengyuan Hall, he not only defeated Huang Longshi in chess skills, but also in calculation ability. He defeated two champions in one game. Now, he has the reputation of being the third champion.”

"Breaking through two armors in one game!"

Outside the window, the bamboo shadows swayed gently. Xu Weixiong's gaze gradually cleared, and he sighed softly, "I underestimated him. No, I underestimated everyone in the world!"

"It's not just you who underestimated him; everyone underestimated him. You were unconscious for five days. Do you know what he did during those five days?"

"What have you done?"

"He debated the classics in the academy for five days, which angered Old Meng so much that he vomited blood on the spot and almost couldn't catch his breath." When mentioning this incident, Chief Instructor Wang looked relieved. The so-called Old Meng was Meng Ziyi, one of the other two chief instructors of Shangyin Academy. He was over eighty years old and studied the Great Way of the Sages. His doctrines were prominent in Shangyin Academy and even in the Confucian school that spread throughout the world. They were known as Meng's Neo-Confucianism, and the most essential six words were "Preserve the Heavenly Principles and Eliminate Human Desires".

Two days ago, while lecturing at the academy, Zhao Xun directly contradicted him, turning those six words into "wanting to be a prostitute and also wanting to erect a memorial archway," and listing sixteen reasons to refute the Meng family's Neo-Confucianism, leaving them speechless. The eighty-year-old scholar was so angry that he fainted and vomited blood on the spot, and the academy was thrown into chaos.

Xu Weixiong blinked, his mind not quite processing what he was seeing. After a long while, he sighed, "Scholar Meng is the Chancellor of the Imperial Academy. For him to refute Scholar Meng, his knowledge of the classics must be far beyond that of ordinary people. I never expected him to have such knowledge at such a young age. It's truly beyond my expectations!"

"He has knowledge, but his arrogance far exceeds his knowledge!"

Mr. Wang smiled wryly, “After Old Meng fainted, his disciples and grand-disciples were very indignant. They directly accused Zhao Xun of speaking wildly and showing no respect for his elders, which was a great scourge to the academy. Do you know how he responded?!” “How did he respond?!” Xu Weixiong’s curiosity was completely piqued, and he asked curiously.

He said...!

Thinking about Zhao Xun's words, even Mr. Wang, with his composure, paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and then said, "He said, 'I was born to be a saint. Why should I respect a cynic who has been a hypocrite for decades? If the old man had any pride, he would hang himself after waking up, which would be considered erecting a memorial arch for himself.'"

"What?!" Xu Weixiong's mouth dropped open, and for a moment, she couldn't utter a word. After a long while, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Is this person's mouth really that venomous?

He dares to say anything! No, he insulted the headmaster of the academy in front of so many people. How could he possibly come out alive?
You should know that the Neo-Confucianism of Mencius is a prominent school of thought in Confucianism. It has many disciples and followers, not only in academies, but also in local areas and the imperial court. How could anyone sit still when their ancestor was being cursed like this?

This kind of thing, let alone a prince's heir, even if it were the Prince of Jing'an, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to handle it!

They were born to be saints.

Is this something a twelve-year-old child should say?

This isn't just arrogance, this is utter madness!

"How did he get back?!"

"The moment he uttered those words, he was immediately besieged. But as you know, those students and scholars were just ordinary people. How could they withstand the sword in Yu Xuanji's hand? It was only because Yu Xuanji had some restraint in her actions and did not kill anyone that the lecture hall of the academy would have been a river of blood that day."

"After something like this happened, the academy will surely handle it, right?"

"How can we handle this? The Grand Master is far away in Tai'an. Of the three Grand Masters, one is traveling, leaving only me and Lao Meng. Lao Meng fainted from anger and is temporarily unable to attend to affairs. I'm all alone. How am I supposed to handle this?!" Grand Master Wang said with a bitter smile. "Moreover, when he left, he said something that made it impossible for me to handle the situation."

"What words?!"

"For eight hundred years, Confucian scholars and Taoists have been boasting and exaggerating among themselves, becoming increasingly superficial and unstable. This is truly the fault of Zhang Fuyao. Furthermore, there are treacherous villains like Huang Longshi, who, relying on their petty tricks, use the name of Confucianism and Taoism to sow discord everywhere, barking wildly and causing war to break out across the land. Confucianism and Taoism have not flourished, and the true path has not been understood. Their sins will be remembered for generations. Now is truly a critical moment for the survival of Confucianism and Taoism. I will be giving a lecture on the Great Way at Shiqu Pavilion in ten days to restore the name of Confucianism. If any of you are interested, you may all go and listen to the lecture to understand the Great Way."

"Is he insane?!" These were the only three words in Xu Weixiong's mind after hearing this.

He's gone mad!

It's already shocking that a mere twelve-year-old child would publicly insult the head priest of Shangyin Academy, causing him to faint. But to go so far as to publicly criticize the Confucian sage Zhang Fuyao and expel Huang Longshi from Confucianism is simply outrageous.
Who do you think you are, a saint?

Ok?
He seems to claim to be a saint!
No, can a saint also call himself a saint?

At that moment, Xu Weixiong suddenly realized that he had been far too modest!

(End of this chapter)