The dispute between the two schools came to an end. The Literary Sage's lineage was branded heretical, its teachings were cut off, and all Confucian schools in the land came under the orthodox lineage of the Second Sage.
Su Qinghe, an orphan from the frontier, drifted through the turmoil of a chaotic age until he happened upon a fragment of the Literary Sage's writings. He awakened a literary lineage that had been severed for a hundred years and inherited the heretical Great Dao of "transforming nature through artifice, and teaching people to become good."
The moment his literary lineage appeared, the Second Sage's followers launched a ruthless purge. The governor's office closed in on him, Confucian cultivators sought to root him out, and wanted notices spread across Tongye Continent. The boy fled alone into a rainy night. Trapped with no way out, he forged his literary courage and comprehended the sword path, standing against the orthodox powers of a mighty and upright world despite his humble origins.
When he was surrounded and his life hung by a thread, the remnant soul of the Literary Sage appeared to protect him and show him a way to survive. Thousands of miles away, a proud sword cultivator came flying on his sword and slew a master of the Second Sage's lineage with a single strike, keeping him safe.
He was the last inheritor of the Literary Sage's lineage, burdened with the fate of restoring its teachings and carrying a flame passed down for a hundred years. He traveled far to take root and cultivate at the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Nurturing his sword heart with literary heritage and proving the Great Dao with his original convictions, he would defend the righteous path with his sword. Even with bloodshed ahead and countless enemies surrounding him, he would never bow his head.
The Second Sage's oppression, demons wreaking havoc, and a thorn-strewn road ahead.
Su Qinghe pressed on with his sword, preserving the Literary Sage's original convictions and protecting his master's legacy. He would rise from the depths of despair and break through the turmoil, vowing to rekindle the Literary Sage's flame and let the Confucian righteous path, long buried in dust, shine once more across the mighty and upright world!
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