Starting with ten elixirs of immortality, I led the First Emperor to rebel against the Qin Dynasty.

Kong Fu was both angry and excited when he received Fu Sheng's message.

What's infuriating is that Li Si, as the dignified Left Chancellor of the Qin Dynasty, actually distorted the classics of the sages in the court, which is a disgrace to Confucianism.

What excites me is that I feel the opportunity has arrived.

For a great Confucian scholar like Kong Fu, wealth and status were nothing more than external things. What he pursued was nothing more than to leave his mark on history and become another Confucian role model after Confucius, capable of upholding the great way and educating all people.

Now that Legalism is gaining power and Confucianism is declining, this is the best time for him to turn the tide and revive the prestige of Confucianism!

As long as he can refute Li Si in Xianyang and make His Majesty realize that Confucianism is the orthodox way to govern the country, then his name, Kong Fu, will surely be remembered for generations!

Therefore, he set off immediately with several of his best disciples, heading straight for Xianyang.

When Fu Sheng saw him set off, he went ahead and returned to Xianyang to welcome him back and promote his cause.

Kong Fu and his party passed through Lantian and intended to rest for a while, but were attracted by the bustling scene outside the city.

When he saw the officials demonstrating the so-called "divine weapon," the curved plow, a feeling of contempt arose in his heart.

In his view, farmers should cultivate the land in accordance with the seasons and be diligent in their work. These fancy tools, which may seem to save effort, actually encourage laziness among the people and are "ingenious tricks" that neglect the essentials.

The true path to governing a country lies in moral education and in the principles of rites, music, and human relations; these cannot be compared to wood and iron.

That's why he couldn't help but speak up and mock.

The surrounding farmers looked over when they heard the voice and saw that the speaker was an old man in a scholar's robe. Although they did not recognize him, they could tell from his demeanor that he was no ordinary person, so no one dared to utter a word in rebuttal.

The constables looked rather grim.

This curved plow is a divine instrument that His Majesty personally ordered to be promoted. This old man just blurts out that it's a "strange and ingenious trick." Isn't this a slap in His Majesty's face?

But they also saw that the other party was not someone to be trifled with, so they didn't dare to make a move for the time being.

Zhao Huan looked at Kong Fu with great interest.

Hey, who's this old guy? Such a big mouth!

Even the usually good-tempered Fusu couldn't help but frown.

Having witnessed the wonders of the curved plow firsthand, he knew deeply what it meant to agriculture in the Qin Dynasty.

This will not only save people's labor, but also greatly increase grain production, which is a great thing for the country and the people!

How did it become "attention-seeking" in this old gentleman's mouth?

Fusu was indignant and immediately wanted to step forward to argue.

"Old sir," Fusu pushed through the crowd, approached Kong Fu, and bowed slightly, "may I ask who you are, and why you say this curved plow is a bizarre and ingenious scheme?"

Seeing that Fusu, though dressed in ordinary clothes, possessed an air of nobility, Kong Fu spoke arrogantly.

"I am Kong Fu, a ninth-generation descendant of Confucius! A contemporary Confucian..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fusu, who was standing in front of him, suddenly turned pale.

His stomach churned violently, and he vomited it all over Kong Fu.

Everyone was stunned. Zhao Huan stood aside, completely bewildered by his older brother's sudden "physical attack."

Fusu was completely stunned when he saw Kong Fu, who had been vomited on by him. His face was filled with embarrassment and helplessness.

He...he really didn't mean it!

The aftereffects of "Lunyu" were so strong that he couldn't resist!

"I...I...Mr. Kong, I'm sorry, I..." Fusu was about to step forward to apologize.

"ah--!!"

A piercing scream.

Kong Fu looked down at the yellowish-white substance on his body and smelled the pungent, sour stench, completely stunned.

"teacher!"

"Teacher, are you alright?"

The disciples behind him also realized what was happening and hurriedly tried to wipe him clean, but the more they wiped, the dirtier it became, and the stronger the smell became.

Kong Fu's face kept changing, and he was so angry that he was trembling all over.

He is Kong Fu! A ninth-generation descendant of Confucius! A great Confucian scholar of our time!

I have never been so humiliated! To be vomited on in front of so many people!

"You brat! How dare you insult me!"

Kong Fu's eyes were bloodshot as it roared:

"Guards! Guards! Seize this madman!!"

"Kill him! Kill him for me!"

The constables looked at each other, wondering why he had suddenly vomited.

"What are you all standing there for!" one of Kong Fu's disciples shouted angrily at the constables. "Didn't you hear what my teacher said? This man publicly humiliated my teacher; his crime is unforgivable! Arrest them immediately!"

The constables were in a bit of a predicament.

They were just minor officials in Lantian County, managing trivial matters on a daily basis.

Although they also felt that the old man was making a mountain out of a molehill, they had just heard him claim to be a "descendant of Confucius," a title that was quite intimidating.

If he really is an important person, offending him could have dire consequences.

The head constable gritted his teeth and gave his subordinates a wink.

Arrest him!

Who cares, let's arrest them first!

Several constables immediately drew their wooden sticks and surrounded Zhao Huan and Fusu menacingly.

Of course, it was also because they didn't know Fusu. As the eldest son of the Qin Dynasty, Fusu was someone that ordinary officials could never see, let alone low-ranking officials like them.

When the surrounding farmers saw that a fight was about to break out, they were so frightened that they quickly retreated a large circle, clearing a large area, for fear of being caught in the crossfire.

He looked at Zhao Huan and Fusu with eyes full of sympathy.

Fusu was utterly shocked and bewildered as he watched Kong Fu, who was furious and kept shouting "Kill him."

This is... the great Confucian sage I've admired since childhood?

A ninth-generation descendant of Confucius? His mouth is always shouting for war and bloodshed.

Is this still the Confucianism I know, which emphasizes "benevolence and love for others" and "self-discipline and restoration of propriety"?

Previously, Zhao Huan had brainwashed him every day with the "Lunyu" and made him do all sorts of rough work. Although Fusu felt aggrieved, his faith in Confucianism remained unshaken deep down.

But this scene caused a rift between Fusu and Confucianism.

When Zhao Huan saw that the constables had already surrounded him and Fusu was still standing there in a daze, he quickly stepped forward.

"Brother, stand behind me."

Coming to his senses, Fusu quickly retreated behind Zhao Huan, saying worriedly, "Brother, be careful! Don't hurt anyone!"

Zhao Huan didn't turn around, but just twitched the corner of his mouth.

Without hurting anyone?

What a joke.

They're about to kill us, why are you still talking about benevolence and morality with them?

Isn't that stupid?

Zhao Huan coldly glanced at the constables who surrounded him and Kong Fu and his group of Confucian scholars.

He didn't want to cause trouble, but since trouble had come knocking on his door, he wasn't afraid of it.

"Take it down!"

The head constable shouted and led the charge, swinging a wooden stick at Zhao Huan's head!

His plan was to strike first, knock down the seemingly calmest guy with one blow, and then the other one who was in a daze would be easy to deal with.

Seeing this, Fusu's heart leaped into his throat. "Little brother, be careful!"

However, Zhao Huan didn't even lift an eyelid.

He shifted his body slightly to the side, easily dodging the blow.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the wooden stick.

The head constable felt an irresistible force in his hand, and the wooden stick slipped from his grasp instantly.

Before he could react...

With a flick of his wrist, Zhao Huan sent the wooden stick lashing out at his knee with even greater speed and a whooshing sound!

"Snap!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out.

"ah--!"

The head constable let out a piercing scream, collapsed to the ground, and rolled around frantically while clutching his legs.