A Man in the Snow: Starting with a Sword Challenge to the Northern Liang Prince's Palace

Inside Baoguo Temple.

The venue was packed. In addition to more than a hundred scholars engaged in intellectual discussions, there were hundreds more people watching from the sidelines. If one did not have a certain status, one would probably not even be qualified to enter.

Ye Yun and Huang Longshi walked straight towards a man who was hiding copper coins for a little beggar.

"Hey, you can protect her for a while, but can you protect her forever?"

Ye Yun called out to the seemingly dazed poor scholar.

The poor scholar seemed to be used to such threats; wasn't this just a typical brat's threat?

"Please, young master, do not take your anger out on her."

The poor scholar took the initiative to bow to Ye Yun.

"Alright, junior brother, it seems he doesn't think much of you. Most of the people you bully are probably dead by now!"

Huang Longshi joked from the side.

"roll!"

"Scholar, would you like to go in and take a look? I'll give you a chance. Go in and persuade this group of so-called literati."

She'll have someone to protect her from now on.

Ye Yun wanted to see if the person he knew was really that powerful.

The poor scholar glanced inside Baoguo Temple, then tightened his grip on the yellowed books in his hands: "Alright."

"Let's go see how many people in Jiangnan are truly capable."

With Jian Kui clearing the way, Ye Yun pushed his way through the crowd without hesitation and found a relatively empty corner.

Those Confucian scholars who were able to enter this place and even have a place here were not all like that.

However, the puppets that came were not human.

They grabbed the two Confucian scholars who were occupying the seats and threw them out of Baoguo Temple.

The debate between the king and the hegemon was at a crucial moment. Although others saw it, no one spoke up for him. To be able to throw someone so far away out of thin air like that must be a person from the martial arts world.

The sight frightened the nearby celebrities so much that they kept their distance.

The poor scholar's eyes lit up. This young master was quite different from others; he really wasn't afraid of offending others.

"My name is Chen Xiliang. I don't know how to address you, sir."

Standing next to Ye Yun, Chen Xiliang took the initiative to introduce himself. The moment he saw Ye Yun, he knew that this person seemed to be a little different from other playboys.

His mere presence alone was enough to outshine many others; he possessed the scholarly air that his teacher had once described.

The old man beside him, in particular, was difficult to see clearly.

"My name is Ye Yun. No need for formalities. Please sit down and let's talk."

Ye Yun didn't care about what others thought and sat down directly.

Chen Xiliang did not sit down, but watched the performance from the side.

On the stage, a middle-aged scholar was speaking eloquently. Almost every sentence he uttered drew cheers from the audience. His words were highly infectious and rhythmic, and every pause was met with applause.

He was clearly a seasoned debater, or, in later terms, an orator.

"Chen Xiliang, do you think he's right?"

Ye Yun asked softly.

"The interests of kings and hegemons led to the downfall of the nine states during the Spring and Autumn Period. Our dynasty unified the country. First, there were the two chief priests of Shangyin Academy who analyzed the principles of heaven. Then, the three schools of Yao, Lu, and Zhu supported it, each with their own opinions, so that Confucianism did not decline."

But this person on stage, who reveres the emperor and despises the tyrant, with his utilitarian mindset, will only destroy the foundation of Confucianism.

Chen Xiliang directly stated his opinion.

Such remarks caught Huang Longshi's eye: "The royal family has its own system, which is governed by the way of the hegemon."

"No, no. I believe that if we take Legalism as the main approach and benevolent rule as a supplement, we can win the hearts of geniuses and avoid many troubles."

As someone from a later era, Ye Yun naturally knew that the most important thing for a country was its rules and regulations.

Only by governing the country according to law can the people live in peace and security.

Chen Xiliang's gaze towards Ye Yun underwent a change.

"Chen Xiliang, why don't you go up and talk to them? I'll try to get you a chance, how about that?"

Ye Yun pointed upwards, where the great Confucian scholar Yuan Honghu was speaking, and continued, "If you can convince me, then in the future, even poor scholars like you will have a place to survive, and Confucianism will flourish even more."

Huang Longshi, who was standing to the side, did not speak. Instead, he wanted to see how his junior brother would handle the situation.

"Then please, young master, assist me."

Chen Xiliang's eyes were firm as he bowed respectfully.

Ye Yun stood up and instantly disappeared from the spot, descending from the sky, a surge of righteous energy flowing into the entire Baoguo Temple.

"This...this is the Confucian spirit of righteousness."

"Could this person be the legendary master who attained sainthood through reading?"

The scholars sitting below the stage watched the white-robed man descend and began to discuss among themselves.

Today's debate on the King and Hegemon of Qushui brings together three contemporary sages from Confucianism and Buddhism, although the title of sage is somewhat exaggerated.

It naturally has the power to influence many scholars.

"Young master, may I ask who you are?"

The great Confucian scholar Yuan Honghu asked a question.

Ye Yun did not answer him. With a wave of his hand, he flung the showy old man out of Baoguo Temple.

The once bustling Baoguo Temple instantly fell silent.

What did this person just do? He threw the great scholar away.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Ye Yun. Some busybodies call me the Demon, but I am now the High Priest of the Shangyin Academy. The methods I just used were indeed domineering. Does any of you dare to help him?"

Ye Yun exuded an overbearing aura, as if he would kill anyone who dared to step forward.

Among the prominent figures below, there were always those who dared to defy reason: "Demon Ye Yun, someone like you dares to come to my Jiangnan Road, Shangyin..."

Before he could finish speaking...

A powerful sword aura pierced the air.

The nameless man's head exploded, and blood and corpses littered the ground.

"Ah...murder...murder."

"He really is the demon Ye Yun."

"The man who killed Xu Xiao, the King of Beiliang, must flee!"

"…………!"

In an instant, the entire Baoguo Temple was in chaos.

"Quiet!"

"Anyone who moves recklessly shall die!"

A terrifying pressure instantly swept over the entire Baoguo Temple.

Many famous figures dared not move, all staring intently at Ye Yun on the stage.

"Everyone, how domineering am I? Isn't it true that no one dares to refute me?"

If the world were to be ruled by a single hegemon, the people would suffer and wars would be endless. Nor could we completely rule out Confucianism and instead promote literature while suppressing military power. Do you have the ability to save yourselves?

Next, I have a friend, and I'll have him discuss this with you.

Ye Yun finally turned her gaze to Chen Xiliang.

Everyone followed Ye Yun's gaze and it fell on the poor scholar.

In the blink of an eye.

Ye Yun and Chen Xiliang then switched places.

This scene left everyone present feeling as if they had seen a ghost.

This is the great demon who has mastered martial arts to the highest level.

Chen Xiliang bowed to Ye Yun and then began his speech.

Huang Longshi, who was standing next to him, laughed and said, "Junior brother, isn't your method a bit too extreme?"

"Killing the chicken to scare the monkey is the most effective way to deter these so-called scholars. They eat dry rations every day, but they have no idea about the suffering of the common people."

If one day these Confucian scholars dare to speak out, we can eliminate some and spare others.

After all, for a dynasty to last, it still needs to be outwardly Confucian but inwardly Legalist in order to keep the people at peace.

"I, Ye Yun, will bear the blame for this villain alone; a thousand years from now, people will judge."

Ye Yun took a sip of tea, completely unconcerned about his reputation.

Huang Longshi smiled slightly and admitted his inferiority, saying, "Junior brother is truly a great talent; I am no match for you."

In governing the world, righteousness will inevitably bring benefits.

Helping the people is a righteous act that will surely bring merit.