It had been a long night. The Sage’s Manor, the Chaohui Manor, and even all the students of the Confucian Sect in the world had not slept for a single night.

This night was unforgettable. The Golden Mean, Mencius, and Disciple Gui. These Confucian classics were an unimaginable feast for the Confucian students who had participated in the preaching.

As the sky lit up, a goose-feathered university suddenly descended from the sky.

Jiang Feng, who had been preaching all night and had also comprehended all night, finally put away the Confucian Sect’s Utmost Saint Token.

Jiang Feng stood up from the chair in the study. He stretched lazily and turned to look at the window of the study.

As the window was not closed, heavy snow was drifting in from the window and gradually melting into water when it fell to the ground.

“Is it snowing?”

Jiang Feng smiled and muttered to himself. He walked to the door of the study with great interest and prepared to open the door to see the snow in early winter.

The door of the study room opened, and the scene in front of him shocked Jiang Feng.

The courtyard outside the study was filled with people. The Sage’s Mansion went to the head butler, Yan Jiaojiao, and the small kitchen chef was kneeling in the snow.

Jiang Feng opened his mouth and was just about to ask them why they were all kneeling when Yan Jiaojiao suddenly took the lead and bowed to Jiang Feng sincerely, “Greetings, Ancestor Master Ye!”

“Ancestral Master?” Jiang Feng was stunned.

The ancestors had the meaning of “late teacher” on Earth, but in the Celestial Realm, they only represented one person. That was Wen Sheng Kong Qiuni.

There is a saying that “there is no order of learning, the first to reach”.

In the Celestial World, Kong Qiuni was not the founder of Confucianism, but he was publicly acknowledged as the number one scholar in Confucianism, so he was called the “ancestor teacher”.

Even Dao Sect’s Jun’er had to change from an “ancestor master” to an “immortal master” in order to avoid suspicion.

Jiang Feng smiled and said, “I don’t have the qualifications to be called an Ancestral Master. You guys get up first. Find two people who were prepared by me. I still have to go to the Kong Clan’s inner mansion to see the preparations for Master’s funeral.”

“Yes, the students will prepare immediately.”

The tall Mo Han quickly stood up from the ground and ran to prepare a horse for Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng walked all the way to the gate. The moment he opened the gate, he was stunned again.

Outside the main gate of the Sage’s Mansion was a T-shaped street. In front of it was a horizontal street. In the middle of this horizontal street was a vertical street.

At this moment, regardless of whether it was the horizontal or vertical one, the ground was kneeling full of people.

Among these people, there were Confucian school students dressed in Confucian robes, as well as ordinary people dressed in coarse linen clothes.

Jiang Feng even saw the head of Chaohui Prefecture, Lu Ziyuan, Min Qian, Ran Geng Bo, and the other disciples of the Sages.

Jiang Feng hurriedly walked to Lu Ziyuan and the others. He personally helped Lu Ziyuan up and asked, “Senior Brother, what are you doing?”

Lu Ziyuan looked at Jiang Feng with reverence in his eyes. He sincerely said to Jiang Feng, “Junior apprentice-brother, you preached on a snowy night last night, and the light of the Holy Dao enveloped the entire Chaohui Manor.”

Every word of your preaching has convinced us. Last night, we were planning to seize your Confucian Sect’s most sacred decree with evil intentions. But now that we are kneeling here, we only want to apologize to you and express our admiration for you. ”

“That’s right, Junior Brother. Every word you said last night was so eloquent and thought-provoking. We are endlessly convinced, so we are willing to accept you as the ancestor of the Confucian School. I hope that you can inherit Master’s will and lead the Confucian School.”

After Min Qian finished speaking, he kowtowed to Jiang Feng and shouted, “Disciple Min Qian, greet your ancestor.”

“Disciple Lu Ziyuan greets our ancestor.”

“Greetings, Master …”

“Greetings, Master …”

Jiang Feng heard the sound of “Greetings, Ancestor Master” spread far and wide, and his voice echoed for a long time. Jiang Feng estimated that more than half of the people in Chaohui Prefecture were shouting these words.

Jiang Feng looked at Lu Ziyuan and the others, who were kneeling on the ground, and his heart was filled with pride. He shouted, “Good! Since everyone believes in my Ye Ye, then I, Ye Ye, will do my best to lead the Confucian School.”

Today, the heavens are above, and the thick earth is below. I, Ye Ye, would like to invite everyone here to witness this together with the students of the Confucian Sect under the heavens.

If I, Ye Ye, fail to lead the Confucianism Sect in the future, am willing to resign as the Sect Leader of the Confucianism Sect and be spurned by all generations. ”

Jiang Feng’s words signified that he had officially taken over the position of Sect Leader of the Confucian Sect.

The heavy snow in the sky was getting heavier and heavier, and the cold wind whirled and danced in the air with the heavy snow.

This day was December 13, 957, when the new ancestor of Confucianism, Ye Ye, was born.

Jiang Feng was very busy in the next few days. On the one hand, he had to prepare for Kong Qiuni’s funeral, and on the other hand, he had to prepare his own succession ceremony.

Of course, Jiang Feng’s main focus was on the succession ceremony. After all, Kong Qiuni’s funeral was also attended by the Kong Family.

As one of the two recognized sects among the three Celestial Clans, the ceremony for the succession of the new Sect Leader naturally couldn’t be done carelessly.

After all, the success of this succession ceremony depended directly on whether the Confucian Sect could still maintain its former position of supremacy among the three Heavenly Clans.

The entire succession ceremony was held at Chaohui Manor.

Chaohui Prefecture had invested almost all of its human, material, and financial resources in this succession ceremony, and even the collapsed Wen Sheng Temple had been rebuilt these past few days.

Inside the temple, Jiang Feng’s statue was located at the front of the temple. Kong Qiuni’s statue was slightly taller behind Jiang Feng. However, if one wanted to see him clearly, one had to stand up on tiptoe to see it.

Apart from the preparations of the Chaohui Manor, Lu Ziyuan and the other 66 disciples were also busy running around.

Lu Ziyuan was responsible for sending invitations to the Hundred Saints in Sheng Meng, while Min Qian and Ran Geng Bo were responsible for sending invitations to the Empyrean Empire and Emperor Wen.

Jiang Xuanhong of Emperor Wen definitely had to personally come to such a thing as the new Sect Leader of the Confucian Sect succeeding to the throne. After all, all the Hundred Saints in Sheng Meng had to give this face. No matter how noble Jiang Xuanhong’s status was, he was still not as noble as the other Hundred Saints.

Jiang Feng was still considering how to avoid being discovered by the Hundred Saints on the day of the succession ceremony. However, Jian Wuxu had already thought of a solution to this problem for Jiang Feng. Therefore, Jiang Feng felt relieved for the time being.

On the other side, Emperor Wen Jiang Xuanhong and Kong Huangfei all had various considerations about Jiang Feng’s succession ceremony.

In the Imperial Study Room of the Wen Imperial Palace, Jiang Xuanhong summoned Shi Zhenxiang, the factory superintendent of the expert factory.

Before Shi Changgong could pay his respects to Jiang Xuanhong, Jiang Xuanhong waved his hand and said, “Alright, there’s only you and me here. There’s no need for you to be too polite.”

“Shi Chang Gong, let me ask you, do you know who Ye Ye is going to succeed the position of Sect Leader of Confucianism?”

The moment Shi Chang Gong heard the name “Ye Ye”, his eyes immediately rolled up. He said unhappily, “Your Excellency, are you deliberately mocking this old servant?”

“Satirize you? What did I mock you for?” Jiang Xuanhong asked doubtfully.

Shi Changgong looked at Jiang Xuanhong doubtfully and asked, “Do you really not know who this Ye Ye is?”

“You know that I’m still asking you. Do you think that I, Emperor Wen, am sick?” Jiang Xuanhong was slightly angry.

Shi Changgong hurriedly cupped his fists and bowed, “Your Excellency, please forgive me. This lowly official did not mean to offend you. When His Highness the First Prince entered the Heavenly Capital, this lowly official had contact with the First Prince.”

At that time, First Prince used a pseudonym for this official. This pseudonym was called Ye Ye.

“This lowly subject only reacted afterwards. His Highness the First Prince has been taking advantage of this lowly subject.”

Jiang Xuanhong immediately realized that Ye Ye’s homophone was “Grandfather”. Wasn’t Jiang Feng taking advantage of Shi Chang Gong?

Of course, what made Jiang Xuanhong even more ecstatic was that the new Sect Leader of the Confucian School was actually Jiang Feng.

Jiang Xuanhong couldn’t help but ask, “Shi Changgong, can you confirm that the new Sect Leader of the Confucian School is really Feng’er?”

Shi Changgong shook his head, “Reporting to the Sovereign, this lowly official is temporarily unable to confirm, because this lowly official …”

Before Shi Zhenxiang could finish her sentence, Eunuch Cao’s voice suddenly came from outside the Imperial Study, “Your Excellency, First Prince has sent news, First Prince has sent news …”