Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1875: 1406: Pending Repairs (2)
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For an individual resolute in ascending beyond and departing the Primal Spirit Realm, the intimidation proves overwhelmingly severe. It would be wise for him to steer clear entirely.
Thus, Li Zhirui shifted his intent for visiting Daqian's capital back to the initial strategy: swiftly disseminating the numerous flaws of Confucianism along with the circumstances in Guan Province to vast audiences, denying the Confucians any chance to counter.
In the best scenario, he could rally multiple philosophical schools, enabling them to swiftly build upon his actions, finalizing the entire operation before the Confucians even stirred, affording them zero opportunity to retaliate.
Simultaneously, this would embed a deep-seated bias in the minds of countless folks, convincing them that their everyday hardships stem directly from Confucianism!
“Who counts as the arch-rivals of Confucianism?”
Li Zhirui pondered silently to himself, murmuring, “The Mo Family and the Legalist faction are surely included, but what about others?”
“Merchants, perhaps?” Since the Confucians champion the order of Scholars, Farmers, Artisans, and Merchants, relegating traders to the lowest rung. Should this hierarchy fully take hold, merchants would suffer devastating blows!
When it comes to challenging Confucianism and complicating their existence, merchants stand to contribute significantly.
Regarding the other groups like the Military Family, Yin Yang School, School of Names, and School of Zongheng, they lack profound clashes with Confucianism, yet would they tolerate Confucianism's endless supremacy at the pinnacle of the Hundred Schools, with their teachings forever lagging below?
“We can't hurry this affair; it demands accuracy, and we need to secure reliable partners!”
Even as Li Zhirui immersed himself in contemplation, he allocated some awareness to his environment, jolted by a sudden uproar.
Not far off, a throng had assembled, leaving him uncertain of the cause.
Drawing nearer, 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 leaves ruined.
The farmer clutched at the scholar's sleeve, demanding payment, yet the scholar denied responsibility, insisting it wasn't his fault and refusing to pay. This deadlock drew an ever-growing circle of spectators along the roadway.
The majority backed the farmer, urging the scholar to make amends.
Noting the scholar's fine garments, folks presumed he hailed from affluence, hardly short on coins. Why bicker endlessly in public, tarnishing his reputation?
“Hmph! I'm not paying a dime, so 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 territory stretching two hundred miles past the walls and up to the river, far more compact than broader domains, yet as a governor adjacent to the capital, its prestige ranked supreme in every regard.
One could declare this as genuinely ascending to Daqian's elite bureaucratic echelons!
At those words, the boisterous scene fell abruptly silent. Most present were commoners, instinctively shying from offending an official's offspring.
Li Zhirui arched his brows; this fellow was evidently pampered rotten by his kin, displaying utter stupidity! Provoking such a fiasco for his sire right at this pivotal juncture.
As he himself admitted, the appointment loomed imminent but not yet sealed as Capital Governor. The whole process brimmed with unknowns.
His conduct essentially gifted ammunition straight to his father's rivals in the political arena!
The moment this crossed his mind, Li Zhirui spotted a few shadows slipping away in haste, and realization dawned: this seemed a deliberate snare targeting the prospective Capital Governor.
How unfortunate, burdened by such a dim-witted heir; what was a clear route to glory now encountered fresh hurdles.
This episode illuminated for him the pervasive and merciless essence of Daqian's bureaucratic infighting, demanding not just self-guarded wariness toward foes, but equal protection for one's relatives.
Li Zhirui committed this lesson to memory, foreseeing its potential value down the line.
Afterward, he ignored the matter's progression and departed the scene.
With dusk descending, 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, no rush at all; he intended a prolonged stay in the capital, selecting a passable inn at random for repose.
The night elapsed peacefully.
Come dawn the following day, Li Zhirui exited the inn straightaway to resume probing the capital's dynamics, collecting hints, 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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Regarding the other groups like the Military Family, Yin Yang School, School of Names, and School of Zongheng, they lack profound clashes with Confucianism, yet would they tolerate Confucianism's endless supremacy at the pinnacle of the Hundred Schools, with their teachings forever lagging below?
“We can't hurry this affair; it demands accuracy, and we need to secure reliable partners!”
Even as Li Zhirui immersed himself in contemplation, he allocated some awareness to his environment, jolted by a sudden uproar.
Not far off, a throng had assembled, leaving him uncertain of the cause.
Drawing nearer, 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 leaves ruined.
The farmer clutched at the scholar's sleeve, demanding payment, yet the scholar denied responsibility, insisting it wasn't his fault and refusing to pay. This deadlock drew an ever-growing circle of spectators along the roadway.
The majority backed the farmer, urging the scholar to make amends.
Noting the scholar's fine garments, folks presumed he hailed from affluence, hardly short on coins. Why bicker endlessly in public, tarnishing his reputation?
“Hmph! I'm not paying a dime, so 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 territory stretching two hundred miles past the walls and up to the river, far more compact than broader domains, yet as a governor adjacent to the capital, its prestige ranked supreme in every regard.
One could declare this as genuinely ascending to Daqian's elite bureaucratic echelons!
At those words, the boisterous scene fell abruptly silent. Most present were commoners, instinctively shying from offending an official's offspring.
Li Zhirui arched his brows; this fellow was evidently pampered rotten by his kin, displaying utter stupidity! Provoking such a fiasco for his sire right at this pivotal juncture.
As he himself admitted, the appointment loomed imminent but not yet sealed as Capital Governor. The whole process brimmed with unknowns.
His conduct essentially gifted ammunition straight to his father's rivals in the political arena!
The moment this crossed his mind, Li Zhirui spotted a few shadows slipping away in haste, and realization dawned: this seemed a deliberate snare targeting the prospective Capital Governor.
How unfortunate, burdened by such a dim-witted heir; what was a clear route to glory now encountered fresh hurdles.
This episode illuminated for him the pervasive and merciless essence of Daqian's bureaucratic infighting, demanding not just self-guarded wariness toward foes, but equal protection for one's relatives.
Li Zhirui committed this lesson to memory, foreseeing its potential value down the line.
Afterward, he ignored the matter's progression and departed the scene.
With dusk descending, 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, no rush at all; he intended a prolonged stay in the capital, selecting a passable inn at random for repose.
The night elapsed peacefully.
Come dawn the following day, Li Zhirui exited the inn straightaway to resume probing the capital's dynamics, collecting hints, and assessing viable partnerships for his cause.