In a certain restaurant, Zhao Chen sat by the window, drinking by himself. After a few days, the storm of readers and fans had gradually subsided. The heart-torturing faction and the perfectionist faction had fought each other, and the focus of the fire had shifted. As the author of the main culprit, he was fine. He found a restaurant to eat and drink, ready to have a good time.
However, at a table not far away, a few drinking Confucians slapped the table and cursed loudly.
" Who does this Wandering Know-it-all think he is? He's just a clown who writes novels. How is he worthy of His Majesty's praise…"
"That's right! What Brother Chu said is right. This Wandering Know-it-all is nothing in front of us Confucian scholars. He's a person who uses a novel to deceive the world and gain fame…"
"That's right, it's even written about the forbidden love between humans and demons. There's simply no lower limit. How can humans and demons fall in love? Demons and ghosts are all cannibals. If two people fall in love, wouldn't that be a joke…"
The Confucian scholars 'faces were flushed red as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They slammed the table loudly.
The rest of the people in the restaurant couldn't help but frown when they saw the arrogant appearance of these Confucian scholars. In this restaurant, there were also quite a number of readers who had read the Legend of the White Snake. At this moment, when they saw these Confucian scholars openly slandering the Wandering Know-it-all and the Legend of the White Snake, they immediately felt uneasy. Those who liked them naturally couldn't help but stand up and refute them.
"I think you Confucian scholars have drunk too much and are talking nonsense here. Do you know the Legend of the White Snake? Have you finished reading it?"
"That's right! You haven't even finished reading it and you're shamelessly slandering others. I think you're clearly jealous that His Majesty praised Wandering Know-it-all…"
The four Confucianists who were sitting there drinking immediately became angry. They turned their heads and glared at the fans of the Legend of the White Snake who were arguing with them.
"What do you illiterate people know? He had written an unsightly romance novel between a human and a demon. Other than that, what other poems had he written? Which articles? Does he know our Confucian classics?"
"This Wandering Know-it-all only knows how to write some eye-catching novels. What does he know about Confucian scriptures, articles, poetry, books, rites, and music?!”
"Brother Chu is right. This Wandering Know-it-all is a person who deceives the world to gain fame. He was lucky enough to obtain His Majesty's praise…"
The fans of the Legend of the White Snake standing at the side looked at each other and glared angrily at the four Confucian scholars. The other party had belittled Bai Xiaosheng and the Legend of the White Snake. This was equivalent to someone scolding their idol in front of their fans in the future. How could they tolerate this? He immediately opened his mouth to rebut.
"You Confucian scholars only know how to talk. We're not reading Confucian scriptures or poems, we're reading novels. You Confucian scholars haven't even written novels, so what qualifications do you have to comment?!”
" Who doesn't know how to talk? If you have the ability, you should write a novel and see if His Majesty will praise you too. You incompetent scholars are clearly jealous of the reputation of the All-Knowing Scholar and are slandering him in private..."
Seeing the readers and fans of the Legend of the White Snake speak, the drunk Confucians couldn't help but fly into a rage. These words had clearly struck a sore spot in their hearts. In their drunken state, they coldly snorted, their bodies rippling with literary energy. As members of the Confucian Sect, they had their own methods. With a single chant, their literary energy transformed into large words that smashed down on the readers and fans, causing them to panic.
"You…what are you bold scholars doing?!”
" Aren't you Confucians afraid that the city guards will investigate…"
Hearing this, the four drunk Confucianists looked at each other and laughed.
"Who do you people think you are? We are Confucian scholars from the Imperial College, and we are of much higher status than you…"
" Even if the city patrol guards come, they won't do anything to us. We're just teaching you people a lesson…"
Just as the scholarly aura rippled from the Confucian scholars and their expressions were savage, a contemptuous voice sounded from the side.
"The Confucian scholars of the Imperial College are trash like you?!”
The few drunk Confucianists heard this contemptuous remark and immediately flew into a rage. They turned their heads in the direction of the voice and saw a handsome young man sitting by the window with a glass of wine in his hand. He looked over with a mocking gaze, causing them to involuntarily curse.
"Who are you? What qualifications do you have to comment on the Confucian scholars of the Imperial College?!”
Zhao Chen, who was sitting by the window, looked at the angry Confucian scholar and couldn't help but chuckle. He had just been drinking at the side when he heard the arrogant words of these Confucian scholars. They were scolding him, the author of the Legend of the White Snake, in front of his face. If a tiger didn't show its might, did they really think he was a sick cat?!
"You asked who I am? I'm just a guest here to drink. I just didn't expect to meet a few dogs barking at me while I was drinking. They're so useless and jealous of my reputation. They're just giving me empty pointers. It's so annoying. How could the directorate produce trash like you…"
These words completely infuriated the four Confucians. They couldn't hold it in any longer, and their bodies began to surge with literary energy as they used the methods of the Confucian Sect.
"How dare you? Who do you think you are? How dare you insult the Confucian scholars of our directorate!”
" Today, I'll let you witness the methods of us Confucians. You commoner, why don't you kneel down…"
The word " Kneel " was formed by the surge of the literary Qi. It carried an invisible pressure that pressed down on Zhao Chen's body. It was as if there were a few huge rocks on his shoulders. It gave him the feeling that he was probably in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment realm.
If it had been an ordinary person, they would have long since collapsed to the ground under the pressure of the Confucian Sect. Unfortunately, Zhao Chen was only a half-step Golden Core cultivator, so how could a mere late Foundation Establishment cultivator do anything to him? The four Confucians who had been waiting to see him make a fool of himself quickly realized that something was wrong. Zhao Chen sat in his original position without moving, as if he didn't feel the pressure at all.
The four Confucianists couldn't help but change their expressions. They looked at Zhao Chen in bewilderment. He was fine? How was this possible?
Zhao Chen looked at the four Confucians with contempt and gave them the middle finger." Is this all the Confucians from the Imperial College can do?!”
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