Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1875: 1406: Pending Repairs (2)

For an individual resolute in ascending beyond and departing the Primal Spirit Realm, the threat proves overwhelmingly severe. It would be wise for him to steer clear entirely.

Thus, Li Zhirui shifted his intentions for visiting Daqian's capital back to the initial strategy: rapidly disseminating the numerous flaws of Confucianism alongside the circumstances in Guan Province to vast crowds, denying the Confucians any chance to counter.

In the best scenario, he could rally multiple philosophical schools, enabling them to swiftly capitalize on his actions, finalizing the entire affair before the Confucians even stirred, robbing them of any response opportunity.

Simultaneously, this would embed a deep-seated belief in countless minds that their everyday hardships stem directly from Confucianism's influence!

“Who counts as Confucianism's fiercest rivals?”

Li Zhirui pondered silently to himself, murmuring, “The Mo Family and Legalist faction rank high among them, yet who beyond that?”

“Merchants, perhaps?” After all, Confucians championed the hierarchy of Scholars, Farmers, Artisans, and Merchants, relegating traders to the lowest rung. Should this ideal fully take hold, merchants would suffer devastating blows!

When it comes to challenging Confucianism and complicating their existence, merchants certainly hold a role to play.

Regarding the other groups like the Military Family, Yin Yang School, School of Names, and School of Zongheng, they lack deep-seated clashes with Confucianism, but would they truly accept Confucianism's ongoing supremacy at the pinnacle of the Hundred Schools, with their teachings forever overshadowed below?

“This endeavor demands no haste; it requires accuracy, and we need reliable partners!”

Even as Li Zhirui immersed himself in contemplation, he allocated some awareness to his environment, jolted by a sudden uproar.

A throng had assembled nearby, though the cause eluded him.

Drawing closer, he gleaned from their murmurs that a Confucian follower had toppled a vegetable vendor, an elderly farmer. What were once lively, crisp greens now appeared wilted, with numerous ones ruined.

The farmer clutched at the scholar's sleeve, demanding repayment, yet the scholar denied responsibility, insisting it wasn't his fault and refusing to pay. This deadlock drew an ever-growing audience along the roadway.

The majority backed the farmer, urging the scholar to make amends.

Noting the scholar's lavish clothing, folks presumed he hailed from affluence, hardly short on a handful of silver coins. Why bicker endlessly in public, tarnishing his dignity?

“Hmph! I refuse to pay up—what will you do about it?”

The cornered scholar snapped in fury, “My father is on the verge of becoming Capital Governor!”

The Capital City encompassed the zone stretching two hundred miles past the walls and up to the riverbanks, far more compact than distant territories, yet as a governor adjacent to the heart of power, its prestige outshone all others.

One might declare this a genuine leap into Daqian's elite bureaucratic circles!

At these words, the boisterous scene fell eerily silent. Most were common folk, instinctively wary of crossing an official's offspring.

Li Zhirui arched a brow; this fellow was evidently pampered rotten by his kin, displaying utter stupidity! Stirring up such chaos for his sire right at this pivotal juncture.

As he himself admitted, the appointment loomed but wasn't sealed—the Capital Governor role remained unofficial. The outcome brimmed with unknowns.

Such conduct amounted to arming his father's rivals with a ready blade!

The very moment this crossed his mind, Li Zhirui spotted a few silhouettes darting off in haste, and realization dawned: this seemed a deliberate snare for the prospective Capital Governor.

How unfortunate, burdened by such a dim-witted heir; what was once a clear ascent to glory now encountered fresh hurdles.

This episode illuminated for him the pervasive, cutthroat essence of Daqian's bureaucratic infighting, demanding not just self-guarded wariness toward foes in the court, but equal protection for one's relatives.

Li Zhirui committed this lesson to memory, sensing its potential value down the line.

Afterward, he ignored the matter's resolution and departed the scene.

With dusk settling in, he ceased his street explorations, recognizing that Daqian's capital, spanning a hundred miles, defied quick coverage in mere hours.

Proceeding leisurely suited him well; there was no rush, as he intended a prolonged stay in the capital, selecting a passable inn at random for repose.

The night elapsed peacefully.

At dawn the following day, Li Zhirui exited the inn straightaway to resume probing the capital's dynamics, collecting intelligence, and assessing viable partnerships for his cause.

…

While the flowers bloom, each branch stands.

In the Void Chaos, in an unknown corner.

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