The debate conference was scheduled for late spring, with both literary and martial arts competitions.

As soon as the order to recruit talents was issued, countless talented and ambitious people and heroes from all over the world rushed to Xianyang.

It can be said that it is a gathering of heroes and a gathering of dragons and tigers.

Although the common people did not understand what the Hundred Schools of Thought were, it did not stop them from watching the fun.

As the organizer of the debate conference, Fusu became famous, and coupled with the affairs of Xuezhi and the academy, he also won the favor of many scholars.

For a time, the empire's eldest son Fusu was the most popular.

However, the First Emperor, as the father, was not happy about this.

The black and gold palace appeared majestic and solemn. On the high platform, the emperor stood with his hands behind his back, his phoenix eyes obscured by the crown, appearing even deeper and more unfathomable.

"Why pave the way for Fusu?"

"You know very well that I have my eye on you."

Below, the young man was also dressed in a black robe, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and an outstanding temperament, with the demeanor of a dragon and a phoenix.

At this moment, a look of helplessness appeared on his face.

"Father, I do not belong to this world after all."

"Besides, this isn't fair to Xiaomu."

"Fusu is not up to the task, I am worried."

"Xiao Mu has the potential to be a benevolent ruler. Although he is a little immature now, he will become a wise and virtuous ruler in time."

"Furthermore, your Majesty is now in good health and will live long and worry-free lives. With your power reigning over the four seas, the world can be at peace."

"Therefore, there is no need to rush the matter of appointing a crown prince."

The emperor seemed convinced, and his stern expression eased a little.

"Forget it, let's discuss this matter later."

"The debate conference is coming soon, you should conserve your energy."

"Yes, Father, you should also rest early. Zhao Zhao will feel bad if you are too tired~"

The young man in black robe changed his seriousness and became casual and relaxed again, smiling and teasing.

The emperor waved his sleeves in feigned impatience, signaling him to leave, but his majestic face softened a little.

After the young man turned and left, the emperor stared at his back, with inexplicable emotions floating in his dark and deep eyes.

Maybe being too clever may backfire.

Or maybe family ties have become a weak point.

Ying Zhao overlooked one point: his father was not only a father who loved him, but also an emperor who controlled the world and was tyrannical and overbearing.

How could he give up so easily on the person he wanted to keep?

Unfortunately, it was not until the final battle that Ying Zhao understood this.

The peach blossoms are falling, and it is already the end of spring.

On the day when the debate conference started, a large number of people from all walks of life had gathered in the Xianyang Academy.

Confucianism, Agriculture, Mohism, Legalism, Logic, Yin-Yang School... all the schools of thought gathered together to recreate the grand occasion of the Jixia Academy in the past, which was very lively.

But when there are so many people, there are bound to be good and bad people.

Therefore, Fusu sent a large number of troops to maintain order and check identities, and indeed eliminated many people who took advantage of the situation.

However, this inevitably aroused the vigilance of various schools of thought.

After all, the Qin Emperor had been sending heavy troops to eliminate the forces of the underworld, and now he suddenly recruited them, which really aroused people's suspicion.

Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened until the conference started.

As the host, Fusu was the first to go on stage and give a speech.

His gentle and gentlemanly conversation and sincere and frank kindness made many people present feel good about him and let down their guard.

To everyone's surprise, the high and mighty, noble and majestic Qin Shi Huang also came to watch.

However, he seemed to have no other purpose but to sit quietly on the platform, acting as an audience member with a strong presence.

Soon, under the auspices of Fusu, the written examination began.

The competition included chess games, debates, discussions on state governance, etc., and various schools of thought expressed their opinions freely.

As the competition progressed, the atmosphere became more lively and the debate became more exciting.

I don’t know how long it took, but the written test was over.

Although the various schools of thought were at loggerheads during the debate, after it ended, it was visibly that the relationships between the parties had eased a lot, and there was a scene of great joy.

When it came to the martial arts competition, the scene was no longer as peaceful as before.

Amidst the flying sand and rocks, the flashes of swords and the shadows of knives were everywhere, and the sounds of fists hitting flesh and weapons clashing formed a solemn and murderous song.

The audience in the audience was so excited that they cheered continuously.

Just when the atmosphere was getting lively, something strange happened.

Several dark shadows suddenly appeared from some corner, holding cold swords, and attacked the emperor on the platform with great momentum.

"The fall of Qin will be caused by Chu, tyrant, today is the day you die!"

"Recovering the Chu State is the duty of our Xiang family!"

"Tyrant, die!"

"Protect the emperor! Protect the emperor!"

In an instant, the scene became chaotic and noisy.

The people present were of all kinds, with different expressions. Some had glints in their eyes, some were indifferent, and some were eager to make a move...

At the same time, Xiang Shaoyu, who was far away in the mirage, sneezed loudly. He rubbed his nose and muttered unhappily.

"Who is cursing me behind my back?"

At this time, the riot in the academy was quickly stopped.

The black-robed young man beside the emperor clamped the incoming sword with his two fingers, then kicked the assassin more than ten meters away.

The next moment, he drew the sword from his waist and killed the assassin in a few strokes as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, leaving only one to interrogate.

In less than ten breaths, all the assassins were killed.

Everyone present was immediately shocked by the powerful and mysterious young man.

"Who is this person? His martial arts skills are so powerful!"

"This swordsmanship is in no way inferior to that of a sword master, and he's still so young, it's terrifying..."

"Hiss~ He looks familiar... I remember now! He's the Wu'an Jun Chu Zhao, the master of military strategy!"

"Wu'an Jun? Didn't he disappear? Rumor has it that he was so powerful that he was poisoned by the Qin Emperor."

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