I Am the Founder of the Way of Literature, and Every Scholar in My Home Is a Brawler

The Shenwu Continent is in an age of division, with rebels rising everywhere.

After transmigrating into this world, Yang Yesheng saw that Confucianism had just been driven out, while a host of schools of thought were only beginning to take shape.

Watching the martial artists and cultivators outside soar through the skies and battle across the land, he fell silent.

Is there really no place for scholars in this world?!

After Yang Yesheng traveled across the land with three thousand Confucian disciples,

The Analects of Fighting, a set of rules Yang Yesheng devised for the Shenwu Continent, came into being, recorded by Confucian disciples.

"Keep the spirits at a distance, and that is wisdom." To respect the Master as you would the spirits, and keep your distance from him, is what makes you smart.

"If you do not know how to live, how can you know how to die?" If you don't know how to survive against me, how can you understand death?

"The Master does not speak of the strange, the powerful, the uncanny, or the divine." The Master says that when you meet someone strong, use your own strange power to beat them until they pray to the gods, and the gods themselves run away when they see you.

And so, while Yang Yesheng was still alive, the Shenwu Continent became a place of ritual, benevolence, and martial glory, peaceful and serene.

As for what ritual and benevolence mean...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.