Convince People with Reason, from Martial God to Literary Sage

Cai Ping sat at the head of the conference hall with a thick mace on his lap. Behind him stood Yang Jian, Nine-tailed Fox, Lu Zhishen and other summoning book spirits. He said to the powerful men from various races invited in the hall. "As you all know, I am a man of letters. Although I accidentally became a god of war, that is not my dream. I am inviting you now to ask for your opinions. I want to follow the path of a literary saint and become a literary saint. Everyone, who agrees? Who is against it?" "I object. You don't know how to use Confucianism at all, how can you become a literary sage!" The king of the wolf tribe said. There was a loud noise, and the mace fell, making a big hole in the floor that could withstand a second-grade blow. "Sorry, I scared you all. This stick is just too slippery. Did the Wolf King say something just now? I'm older and my ears are a bit deaf." Everyone looked at the dense iron knots on the mace, and then looked at Cai Ping's young face, and were speechless for a moment. "There are so many geniuses in the Martial Gods, and there are many novels handed down from ancient times. It is perfect for you to be a literary saint. Whoever objects, I, the old wolf, will be the first to refuse." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.