Mr. Wu, upon hearing Zhang Chen's sharp and eloquent words, was momentarily stunned. The opponent not only knew how to manipulate people with words, but also implicated the Academy. For the reputation of the Academy, he could not remain indifferent and let the Armored Warriors capture him.

Mr. Wu saw the Armored Warriors charging forward like wolves and tigers and waved to stop them. He then looked at Zhang Xiaohua: "Young Prince, this boy speaks arrogantly. How about giving him the time for one incense stick to speak? If he continues with his arrogance, you won't have to act; I'll ensure he cannot leave this Dao Discussion Platform! It would also vent your anger."

Facing Mr. Wu's request, Zhang Xiaohua couldn't refuse him face, waved to halt the Imperial Guard, and coldly looked at Zhang Chen: "Boy, you're dead! Not even the Celestial King can save you! I mean it!"

Zhang Chen glanced at Zhang Xiaohua, noting the ruined features of his face, and smirked disdainfully: "All you do is flap your gums. Without your status, you're just a useless straw bag."

"Sharp-tongued!!!" Zhang Xiaohua was so furious he wanted to curse.

At this time, Mr. Wu looked at Zhang Chen and said: "Boy, don't take advantage of your tongue and waste my time. There are countless fellow scholars here. Since you wish to discuss the Dao with me, I will give you a chance. You have the time for one incense stick. If, after that, the Young Prince wants to kill you, I can't stop it!"

Mr. Wu looked disdainfully at the coarsely dressed Zhang Chen. Had it not been for Zhang Chen's words trapping him and his own shady victory over Chen Sanliang, he wouldn't have bothered with this junior.

In the stands, Xie Lingyun saw Zhang Chen stepping forward and his face changed. Looking at the Armored Warriors of Prince Pingbian's Mansion surrounding them, he inwardly thought: "Trouble! Big trouble! Zhang Chen, this boy, is too reckless! How can I rescue him from the wolves' den and tigers' lair of Prince Pingbian's Mansion?"

Xie Lingyun was like an ant on a hot pan, while Zhang Chen had a playful smirk and looked across at Mr. Wu, causing Mr. Wu to feel a sudden foreboding.

Zhang Chen asked with a cheerful smile: "I know Confucianism has the five precepts of 'Benevolence,' 'Righteousness,' 'Propriety,' 'Wisdom,' and 'Trust.' Which one does the gentleman practice?"

"These five precepts are essential for a gentleman, and I cultivate them all." Mr. Wu responded.

Zhang Chen nodded in satisfaction: "Since the gentleman cultivates them all, let me ask, if a stranger falls into a well, and if you rescue them, you will die. Do you rescue them or not?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Wu's pupils shrank. He didn't dare answer rashly, knowing the world was watching, and whatever he said needed to be executed in the future, or his own Dao heart might shatter.

Hearing Zhang Chen's words, Mr. Wu's mind flashed with a thousand thoughts, his fists clenched in his sleeves. He never expected this young man to kill with words, bringing forth such a troubling question.

With Zhang Chen's words spreading through the crowd, countless scholars' minds flickered with thoughts after pondering for a while and inwardly cursed: "This boy's question is so tricky. No matter how it's answered, it's trouble."

If the answer is not to save, it's unkind and unrighteous. How can one propagate righteousness afterward?

Even if he inherits Chen Sanliang's righteousness, who would study with someone whose moral character is flawed?

If the answer is to save, facing such situations in the future would mean risking one's life first—this world is so dangerous. If someone hears this and seeks Mr. Wu out, it's still a dead end for him.

At this moment, all eyes were on Mr. Wu, waiting for his answer.

On the platform, Mr. Wu was silent, the amicable smile vanishing from his face, his eyes staring blankly at Zhang Chen. He never expected Zhang Chen to ask such a tricky and odd question.

"Is the gentleman unable to answer, or is it that the gentleman just talks about benevolence and righteousness without truly understanding it, parading as a Confucian without practicing its teachings?" Zhang Chen persisted relentlessly, not letting him off the hook.

Mr. Wu's face turned even paler, and under the gaze of the multitude below, his mind was in turmoil, not knowing how to respond. His Vast Righteous Qi began to quiver.

"Since you don't answer, I already have my answer. No need for yours. I have a second question: 'If a carriage runs out of control, and you, as the driver, have seven people blocking the path. If you crash, the seven will die. If you swerve, a single person in that path will die. Whom do you save?'"

Zhang Chen's voice was relaxed and mocking; this was a devilish question from a previous life—a question with no right answer.

Mr. Wu heard it, his eyes wide, staring at Zhang Chen, a thousand thoughts in his mind: "Is this boy a devil? How can he think of such morbid questions?"

Cold sweat continuously dripped from Mr. Wu's forehead, his Vast Righteous Qi rapidly declining, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit in disarray, his mind torn between two thoughts: "If I run them over, seven die—no, no, too many deaths! But if I forcibly swerve, killing an innocent passerby… What the hell is this question?"

The more Mr. Wu thought, the more wrong it felt; no choice seemed right—his Dao heart shattered.

Under Zhang Chen's gaze, Mr. Wu spat a mouthful of blood, his Vast Righteous Qi shattered, his soul in chaos, with blood spurting again from his wound.

Mr. Wu looked at Zhang Chen in horror, then fell backwards to the ground, fainting.

"Sir!" Countless Confucian disciples were shocked, rushing to the platform to help Mr. Wu, not knowing he had shut his five vital energies and couldn't wake.

Below, scholars stared at Zhang Chen with a hint of horror, as if they were looking at a monster.

Everyone asked themselves, if faced with such questions, what would they do?

"No solution! Whoever encounters such problems will fall!" sighed Xie Lingyun below: "Zhang Chen, this boy, though not versed in classical teachings, can still pose heart-wrenching questions. He's truly a devil."

Who can answer such questions?

With such a question, one's Dao heart would collapse.

The Young Master watching Zhang Chen on the platform, light as the breeze, had twitching lips and clenched fists in his sleeves: "I knew this boy was no ordinary person. Now it seems it's true. Letting him into the Academy to handle that task is undoubtedly right."

At this moment, the scene was eerily silent, only a group of Academy scholars surrounding Mr. Wu were calling out frantically.

"Mr. Wu's Dao heart has collapsed, and his righteousness destroyed. He might not even keep his Soul Emergence power; this boy caused great trouble." The Young Master glanced at Zhang Chen on the platform, feeling his scalp tingle, pondering how to cover matters up and sneak Zhang Chen out amid the chaos.

Just at this moment, Zhang Chen went even further, untying his belt, pulling out his 'big worm' to urinate in all directions on the Dao Discussion Platform, shouting madly: "You Confucian scholars and Academy teachers are all useless trash; none of you can fight!"

Too arrogant!

Truly too arrogant!

Below, Xie Lingyun couldn't help but spit, finding it eye-scorching. The gathered Confucian scholars were furious, their eyes full of killing intent.

No one has seen such arrogance before; it felt like urinating on everyone's necks, splashing everyone's faces.

"Someone, seize this scoundrel! If he resists, chop him to pieces!" Zhang Xiaohua, seeing the opportunity, called out, commanding his men to advance.

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