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Chapter 119 - 118: Teaching Bosses Pinyin (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 119: Chapter 118: Teaching Bosses Pinyin (Please Subscribe)

Facing Zhang San’s explanation, everyone naturally didn’t believe it.

What are initials and finals? What are these things!

So, Zhang San started phonetic teaching on the spot.

"For example, the grass on the ground is a combination of ’c’ and ’ao.’ For instance, the mud on the shoes is a combination of ’n’ and ’i.’ For example..."

At this moment, although everyone was baffled by the unheard-of terms of initials and finals, they slowly realized through Zhang San’s examples that Zhang San’s Forty-Eight Layers Tower, just by conceiving these initials and finals, could produce all characters.

The Twelve Layers Tower of Legalism contained only twelve characters.

Zhang San’s Forty-Eight Layers Tower contained everything!

As everyone started to understand initials and finals, they also began to try forming characters they were familiar with.

Then, everyone discovered that although forty-seven initials and finals were somewhat hard to remember, once memorized, they indeed could form the pronunciations of all characters.

Amazing!

Too amazing!

At this moment, the way everyone looked at Zhang San was filled with shock and admiration.

Even the Pharaoh felt a moment of reverence.

But after all, he had come to take Zhang San as a disciple, so he immediately focused his mind and thought about the problems in Zhang San’s Forty-Eight Layers Tower.

"No!"

The Pharaoh suddenly realized something and said, "Zhang San, your Forty-Eight Layers Tower is indeed formidable, but your initials and finals have form without meaning, and this means their power will be much weaker compared to the Twelve Layers Tower."

Zhang San nodded in agreement with the Pharaoh’s point, but then immediately shook his head.

Before this journey started, Zhang San and Wang Ziteng had exchanged thoughts.

The topic of conversation was about the time when Wang Ziteng had broken through and received the blessings of Heaven and Earth Laws.

Zhang San had always thought that with his Golden Finger, he was invincible.

However, following that one battle, Zhang San realized why the Martial Path Sect and martial aristocratic families could grow large; not merely due to their concentrated power, better inheritance, but also because they held many crucial pieces of information, inaccessible to ordinary people.

Like the Heaven and Earth Laws, he had previously been unaware of it.

During the discussions with Wang Ziteng, Zhang San had gained a deeper understanding of this world, especially concerning the Heaven and Earth Laws.

"Pharaoh, I admit that my Forty-Eight Layers Tower, with all the characters it pronounces, indeed possesses their sounds but lacks the meaning present during your Twelve Layers Tower’s contemplation. But..."

"Using sound as form can still connect with the Heaven and Earth Laws and achieve effects. Naturally, it’s not as efficient as the Twelve Layers Tower."

"But with the Twelve Layers Tower, I can cover all Techniques and Runes, and that’s the greatest advantage."

"Your Twelve Layers Tower is indeed powerful, but it’s confined to just the realm of Legalism and even just the current realm of Legalism. As the Techniques and Runes in Legalism develop, the twelve characters you contemplate will need adjustment, which is simply inadequate."

"Moreover, you should also comprehend the difficulty of cultivating the Twelve Layers Tower; imagining each layer is extremely difficult because the unstable layers cannot involve powerful characters. But the difficulty in constructing my Forty-Eight Layers Tower has significantly dropped."

"Think about it, you teach a hundred people the Twelve Layers Tower, how many can cultivate it? If I teach a hundred people the Forty-Eight Layers Tower, how many would fail? When both sides confront each other, the superior and inferior are clear at a glance."

The Pharaoh originally had his own conviction, but now, especially after hearing the last sentence, he immediately realized his thinking was too antiquated.

He just wanted to preserve the oldest legacy, to keep the strongest legacy, not knowing that no matter how strong a peerless genius is, they can’t overcome a not-so-weak army of thousands!

Why could the Town Martial Office once suppress many Martial Path Sects around the world? Not just by relying on strong individual fighters but also through a large number of Martial Artists, leveraging their numerical superiority to break several powerful but unruly martial factions.

"Maybe, you’re right. So..."

The Pharaoh looked at Zhang San and asked, "Are you really not willing to be my disciple? Being my disciple has many benefits."

Zhang San smiled and shook his head, speaking softly, "I don’t want to trouble the Pharaoh. Also, I can’t just become a disciple for benefits. If everyone in this world acted out of self-interest, wouldn’t that lead to the end of the world?"

The Pharaoh was nearly choked by Zhang San’s statement.

Because in the philosophy of Legalism, that is indeed how the world operates.

In the Pre-Qin Era, when Shang Yang reformed the law, it was by incentives and rules that guided the citizens of the State of Qin, to enlist in the army, creating the groundwork for the First Emperor to unify the land.

To become the first Red Dust Immortal truly managing the Imperial Path!

"Don’t think that the benefits I am offering you are merely guidance in cultivation. Actually, I hold a high position in Legalism. If you take me as your master, I can recommend you for a government position, at least a Sixth Rank. It’s way better than your current status in the Town Martial Office! More importantly, I’m old, and when I pass, all my possessions will be yours!"

This statement, though grim, was considered natural by the Pharaoh.

If someone like Zhang San could become his heir and later manage Legalism, how could Legalism remain as it is now?

By then, defeating Confucianism and strut over Mohism, not to mention, even Taoism wouldn’t be considered!

Ma Lingyao, standing nearby, suddenly thought of something.

"Zhang San, if you become my disciple, I will give you my eyes one day!"

Zhang San was initially somewhat tempted.

He did not fully believe that a plainly dressed person like the Pharaoh could recommend him for a Sixth Rank position, but even if it was an exaggeration, he supposed a Ninth Rank could still be possible.

Bai Yucheng was a Ninth Rank official.

Wouldn’t he have to worry less about investigations from the Town Martial Office if he took this master?

But then he heard Teacher Ma offering his eyes to him.

Zhang San looked again at the wine in both men’s bowls, grinned, and shook his head.

"Elders, drink less, eat more."

"No rush in eating, Zhang San, be my disciple, at least a Sixth Rank official. If you think it’s too low, I can also try for a Fifth Rank for you."

Zhang San responded with an embarrassed smile and raised his cup to toast the Pharaoh.

"Thank you, Pharaoh. If it weren’t for your too nice clothing, I might have believed you."

The Pharaoh looked down at his patched-up clothing.

If only I had worn something nicer!

Zhang San continued to toast.

"Pharaoh, I appreciate your kindness. Let’s consider this meal and drinks as a farewell for me. Pharaoh, Teacher Ma, eat well and drink well."