Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1878 - 1408: Dissemination

Once he wrapped up those everyday chores, Li Zhirui headed back to the inn, yet he skipped straight to rest. Rather, he pulled out stacks of blank paper, directing a brush with his Divine Sense to rapidly jot down real occurrences across the sheets.

Meanwhile, he juggled another duty, steadily duplicating the captures from the Memory Stone.

The first batch targets educated ordinary folk for reading, whereas the second gets broadcast in select open spots within the outer city.

"This round, I'll reveal the might of public opinion to you. Who knows, after this, you might never witness it once more!"

In truth, once this wake-up call strikes the Confucians, the Daqian empire will no doubt ramp up its oversight in the region.

That said, it bears no relevance to Li Zhirui, who will have departed by then. Moreover, it isn't always a negative turn.

By midday the following day.

Li Zhirui held a covert meeting with a high-ranking Legalist figure, laying out his upcoming scheme and inquiring if they would offer support.

"Are you truly sure you can pull off what you described, to diminish the Confucians' hold?" the figure inquired with steady composure.

"I've got at least seventy percent assurance."

Li Zhirui responded deliberately, "To the outside world, the Confucians always appear as upright scholars, a key factor in their dominance over the Hundred Schools. Yet should their real colors show, it would inevitably shift how folks view and treat them."

"Plus, the Daqian Emperor right now likely won't stand for the Confucians grabbing more authority, correct? I suspect he's biding his time for the right moment to strike!"

The figure's eyes narrowed sharply, eyeing the cultivator with keen interest before probing, "How did you uncover that detail? I figured His Majesty kept it under wraps tight—even court Confucians missed it."

Owing to the royal lineage's grooming, not every Daqian Emperor qualifies as a genius ruler, but they all manage to steady the realm at least.

Still, from the assorted intel Li Zhirui pieced together lately, the reigning Emperor stands out as power-hungry and driven, far removed from his outward facade.

For example, amid court sessions where Confucians broadened their sway and sidelined other school officials, His Majesty acted passive. In reality, outfits like the Imperial City Bureau and Imperial Army stayed firmly in his grasp!

Additionally, when Li Zhirui dug curiously into the Emperor's traits and hobbies, endless queries and collections yielded clashing details.

Certain vital facts just vanished entirely!

This alone proves his command over the palace hits a chilling extreme; nothing slips without his nod!

Through these minor clues, Li Zhirui caught a glimpse of the Daqian Emperor's ruthless and potent tactics.

"It's just that insiders get fogged up, but bystanders spot the truth plain."

Clap clap clap—

"Well done! Well done! Sir, no need for modesty. If it boiled down to mere insider fog and bystander clarity, how come so few at court pierce the veil?"

Upon hearing the breakdown, the top Legalist applauded with genuine praise and declared, "I'll relay this straight to His Majesty for his call."

"Naturally."

Li Zhirui took this in stride; the Legalists typically serve as the crown's sharp tool or loyal dog, and they embrace the role.

After all, pushing laws and structures demands the throne's backing, which doubles as their path to growth.

"One final point," Li Zhirui added.

The senior Legalist's intended move froze mid-motion. He fixed a grave gaze on Li Zhirui.

"Whether an outsider like me curbs the Confucians or the Emperor steps in himself, the fallout differs, even if the end results align."

Should Li Zhirui lead the charge, he could pull back whenever. Post-discovery, the Confucians couldn't trace or strike back at him.

Yet an imperial strike risks sparking widespread resentment from Confucian followers toward Daqian, unleashing unknown fallout.

"I'm genuinely puzzled—why push so hard to handle the Confucians on your own?" the figure wondered aloud.

Any other cultivator would dodge such entanglements, not seek them out like Li Zhirui.

"What you start, you see through," Li Zhirui replied with a subtle grin.

The figure's brows lifted, plainly doubting the words, but with Li Zhirui holding back more, he dropped it and departed.

As the door shut once more, Li Zhirui remained seated, face serene. Why demand personal involvement? It ties right into his cultivation path!

Letting others handle it pales against tackling it firsthand, doesn't it?

...

The Legalist cultivator Huang Jing reached the imperial palace shortly. After a brief wait, he gained an audience with the Daqian Emperor.

"Your Majesty!"

"Skip the formalities."

A deep, commanding tone brimming with might resounded through the grand, lavish chamber.

This Emperor Qiansheng looked fairly young, bearing a firm visage and hovering around thirty, at the height of his vigor.

"What exactly did that cultivator tell you?"

Huang Jing had informed Emperor Qiansheng of the issue well before getting the summons, securing permission for the private chat with Li Zhirui only via his okay.

Huang Jing relayed their exchange verbatim, devoid of any bias or take, like an emotionless device.

"Ha!"

Emperor Qiansheng let out a light laugh, his curiosity stirred, "An Immortal Dao Cultivator pondering my interests, Daqian's welfare? Fascinating."

"If propriety allowed, I'd summon him here myself for a chat—such a shame..."

Too bad he must uphold his mask; abruptly hosting a cultivator would ignite massive backlash.

Thus, the issue hung undecided in the end.

"If he's keen to dive in solo, let him. For the moment, you lot stick to his lead," Emperor Qiansheng wrapped up, settling it firmly.

"Yes!" Huang Jing answered with deference, retreating step by step before pivoting to exit.

...

That very afternoon, Li Zhirui visited the sturdy Bai Gang of the Military Family and got a matching nod; they too committed to joining.

Still, he made clear they'd only engage once the Confucians lost steam and the result locked in. Otherwise, they'd watch from the sidelines.

"That's fine—tackling the Confucians calls for a full, nonstop chase anyway."

Bai Gang then queried, "When will you launch?"

"Before long, before long—once preparations wrap, I'll alert you all."