Therefore, in terms of this world and the entire Dali Dynasty, Mu Zian was not considered to have copied anything.
He is simply reviving the cultural heritage that has been passed down for thousands of years in China.
Seeing Mu Zian's calm expression, Lu Zhengping could no longer hold back.
"I am the prodigy of the Lu family of Fanyang! I aspire to be the second-place scholar and eventually the top scholar! How can I be defeated by an unknown nobody like you!"
"You've made me a laughingstock! I'll make sure you don't get your way!"
As he spoke, Lu Zhengping revealed a look of resentment and venom, grabbed the wooden mallet that had fallen to the ground, and lunged at Mu Zian.
The wooden mallet, accompanied by a whistling sound, smashed directly towards Mu Zi'an's head.
The surrounding students gasped in surprise upon seeing this.
Mr. Dongshan never expected that Lu Zhengping could be so crazy.
Mu Zian stood still, his gaze unchanged.
Without the slightest hesitation, Liu Rushi stepped in front of Mu Zian to block him.
Just as Lu Zhengping's mallet was about to fall, a clear bell rang out.
The next moment, a red shadow flashed by.
Ning Hongchen raised his foot and kicked Lu Zhengping hard in the abdomen.
With a loud bang, Lu Zhengping was kicked away and embedded himself in the wooden wall of the pleasure boat.
Everyone stared at Ning Hongchen in astonishment, their eyes filled with disbelief.
The guards from the Lu family, who were standing by the painted boat, were furious when they saw their young master being kicked away.
"Protect the young master!"
In an instant, dozens of fierce-looking guards rushed onto the pleasure boat.
"He actually laid a hand on our young master! Brothers, cripple him!"
Just as the situation was about to spiral out of control, a clear and loud voice rang out.
"Her Highness the Ninth Princess of Dali has arrived!"
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