One person said: The essence of Wuhou Qimen lies not in Qimen, but in Wuhou.

Zhuge Gong felt something was wrong, very wrong.

He had a talk with Zhuge Ming.

The father and son sat facing each other. Zhuge Ming sat upright with his back straight and his two little hands on his knees. His posture was even more standard than when he was in a meeting.

Zhuge Gong asked him, "Why do you watch the news every day? You're just a kid, what do you know about these things?"

Zhuge Ming raised his head, looked into his father's eyes, and said something earnestly.

Zhuge Gong remembered this sentence for seventeen years; every word seemed to be engraved on his bones.

"Father, I asked a question in the inner vision—how can we surpass the Eight Extraordinary Skills? Five words slowly appeared in the inner vision: 'Serve the people.'"

Zhuge Gong was stunned.

What does "serving the people" mean? That's the Party's mission! That's what he, as the village Party secretary, says every day! But his son, a seven or eight-year-old child, asked a question about the ultimate techniques in the inner world of the Wuhou School, which has been passed down for thousands of years. The answer given by the inner world was actually these five words?

The interior doesn't lie.

The Wuhou School's internal cultivation techniques use the self as a cauldron and essence, energy, and spirit as medicine to explore the fundamental principles of heaven and earth and all things.

The answer provided by the interior is the purest and most essential answer.

Zhuge Gong was devastated at that time.

He groomed Zhuge Ming to be the next clan leader, hoping that he would inherit the thousand-year-old tradition of Zhuge Liang's Qimen Dunjia and push the Zhuge family's techniques to new heights.

As a result, the kid peered inside and discovered an answer that sent chills down his spine.

He wants to become an official.

And judging from his demeanor, he's aiming for a high-ranking official position.

What about the family? What about the inheritance? What about the Wuhou School's thousand-year-old foundation? Zhuge Gong's mind was in turmoil, but he finally made a decision—to use swift and decisive measures to strictly prohibit Zhuge Ming from continuing to skip grades.

He went to the school and personally processed Zhuge Ming's withdrawal from school, demanding that the school assign him to a class according to his normal age, and that this unfilial son should not be allowed to continue causing trouble.

Then he got scolded by the principal.

The principal at the time was an elderly educator in his fifties with gray hair and a fiery temper.

He slammed his fist on the table, pointed at Zhuge Gong's nose, and berated him for a full twenty minutes. The gist of it was: "You, Zhuge Gong, are the village party secretary, that's true, but you're a complete idiot when it comes to education! Your child is a genius! A pillar of the nation! You've kept him in third grade, that's a crime! Have you done right by the country? Have you done right by the people? Where is your party spirit? Where is your awareness?"

Zhuge Gong was so scolded that he didn't dare to lift his head, his face turned bright red, and he couldn't say a word.

In the end, he compromised: going to school was fine, but skipping grades was not allowed.

Even he himself felt that this compromise was untenable, but it was his last act of defiance as a father and as the patriarch of the Wuhou faction.

The principal was so angry that he smashed the cup, but there was nothing he could do. After all, the parents disagreed, and the school couldn't force the issue.

Zhuge Gong thought he had held the line.

He's too naive.

A few years later, Zhuge Ming grew a few more years older, and the matter of skipping grades was suppressed, but new troubles arose.

One day, Zhuge Gong passed by Zhuge Ming's room. The door wasn't closed properly, and he glanced inside—then he froze in the corridor.

On Zhuge Ming's desk, two books were neatly arranged.

A book titled "Administrative Professional Ability Test".

A book titled "Essay Writing".

Zhuge Gong is not stupid.

He was the village party secretary, and he knew all too well what those two books meant.

Those are textbooks for the civil service exam.

His son, the successor of the Wuhou School's thousand-year tradition and the most talented Qimen Dunjia practitioner of our time, is secretly preparing for the civil service exam.

Zhuge Gong was furious on the spot.

He stormed into the room, confiscated the two books, and strictly forbade Zhuge Ming from touching them again.

Then he made a request, a request that he believed could pull Zhuge Ming back to the "right path": "You must learn the supreme secret technique passed down from the ancestor of the Wuhou School—the Samadhi True Fire. Only after you learn it can you continue to watch this nonsense."

He had planned it very well.

Samadhi True Fire is the most advanced secret technique of the Wuhou School. It uses oneself as a cauldron and essence, qi, and spirit as ingredients to refine three flames with completely different properties: Upper Elixir Divine Fire, Middle Elixir Essence Fire, and Lower Elixir Qi Fire.

This secret technique is extremely difficult to master, and very few people throughout history have been able to achieve it.

He estimated that it would take Zhuge Ming at least five to ten years, which would be enough time for him to change Zhuge Ming's mindset.

Then Zhuge Ming looked at him and calmly said, "The Samadhi True Fire uses itself as a cauldron and essence, qi, and spirit as its ingredients. The upper elixir, the divine fire, is the firefly of the character 'Li,' corresponding to the spirit. Its form is dark blue, and it specifically burns the soul and spirit, extremely suppressing the yang spirit and soul body. The middle elixir, the essence fire, corresponds to qi, and the lower elixir, the qi fire, corresponds to essence. The combination of the three is the supreme secret method of the Zhuge Liang School."

Zhuge Gong was stunned.

Then Zhuge Ming extended a finger, and a ghostly blue flame leaped from its tip, burning quietly without heat, yet causing Zhuge Gong's soul to tremble instinctively.

He mastered it.

When did he master it? How did he master it? Zhuge Gong's mind was in turmoil, his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Zhuge Ming withdrew his finger, and the ghostly blue flame silently extinguished.

He looked into his father's eyes and said, "Father, I peeked into the inner world once more. Inside, two books were thrown out—one on civil service exams and one on essay writing."

Zhuge Gong: "..."

He was completely speechless.

Throwing books in the Inner Realm? You can throw books in the Inner Realm? The Inner Realm Secret Method, passed down for thousands of years by the Wuhou School, used by generations of ancestors to deduce the ultimate principles of heaven and earth and glimpse the origin of the Great Dao, has been turned into something for throwing civil service exam questions and essay questions in the hands of this rebellious son?

Zhuge Gong was getting anxious.

He was really anxious.

He began to instill family values ​​in Zhuge Ming, talking about the lineage of the Wuhou School, saying that "Han Chancellor Zhuge Liang" was the most famous ancestor of the Zhuge family, which had been passed down for thousands of years, and was revered as "the greatest extraordinary person in history." He talked about the family's thousand-year glory and responsibility, and the importance of inheritance.

As a result, Zhuge Ming turned around and advised him instead.

"Father, the essence of Zhuge Liang's 'Wuhou Qimen' lies in the name of the 'Wuhou,' not in the 'Qimen.' True fire is not as effective as a new official's three fires upon taking office. After so many years of study, I have come to understand the correct direction for the Zhuge family—to follow the established system and become a 'Prime Minister.'"

Zhuge Gong's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Zhuge Liang, the Chancellor of the Han Dynasty, devoted himself to the cause of the Han Dynasty until his death. Our Zhuge family are all distinguished Han Chinese, with impeccable revolutionary credentials. Whether it's political vetting, background checks, or our family connections and social networks, these are all invaluable resources. If we don't respond to the call of the Party and the country, and don't serve the people, wouldn't we be betraying the legacy of our ancestor Zhuge Liang?"

Zhuge Gong opened his mouth, wanting to say something to refute, but he found that every word his son said was logically sound.

Zhuge Liang was indeed a prime minister, the Zhuge family were indeed Han officials, and the Han Dynasty was indeed one of the most powerful dynasties in Chinese history. The name "Han" (Han ethnicity) comes from the Han Dynasty.