Martial Cultivator

Coming to someone else’s ancestral hall, openly declaring his intention to demolish their house, and burn all their ancestral plaques—such audacious behavior was certainly not unprecedented. However, who could have imagined that such a thing would be enacted by the Dean.

After all, the Dean of the academy was not just a Nepenthe cultivator, he was also the leader of scholars in the world, the true leader of Confucianism.

The elderly man with white hair sighed wryly and motioned his hands, dispersing his fellow clan members who had rather ugly expressions.. Then, he lowered his voice and said, ”Lord Dean, is there really no room for negotiation in this matter?”

If there was a possibility, he naturally would not want to be here to accompany the Dean as he went crazy either. But now that the Family Head had long hidden himself, in the entire Xie Clan residence, there were likely few people who would choose to meet the Dean. In reality, would not have imagined why the Dean would come here now, even though they had already guessed the Dean’s objective.

The Dean looked at the other party with a bright smile and said, ”If you believe your words hold any weight, shall we talk it out then?”

Hearing this, the old man felt as if a thorn had pricked his back, and his expression instantly became ugly to the extreme. If the Dean’s earlier statement about burning ancestral plaques had made him somewhat angry, this time, he truly wished to avoid provoking this plague god.

The world at large regarded this old fogey as the leader of scholars, the highly respected Dean of the academy. Yet, only a few knew what kind of personality this Dean truly had. Benefiting from their relationship with the Family Head, the White Deer’s Xie Clan, especially this old man who was rather close to the Family Head, they were naturally privy to many behind-the-scenes details that outsiders were unaware of.

Back then, during a banquet, the White Deer Xie Clan’s family head had laughed and mentioned that the Dean was actually the most hot-tempered among the previous Dean’s disciples. Despite having read countless books, he was known for his fiery temper. While he was indeed a scholar by definition, he was peculiar in that aspect.

”That old fogey’s catchphrase is very interesting. He’ll say, ’When it comes to reading books and reasoning it out, you can’t possibly beat me no matter how hard you try. So, why bother reasoning things out? Let’s just have a fight and see if you can beat me? Just listen to that, does this sound like the words of a civilized person?”