I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!

If he hasn't cultivated all Four Saints Divine Paths to the Fifth Realm, wouldn't sitting in the Kyoto Academy for three hundred years be a complete waste of time?

As his words resounded, the three golden silhouettes in the night sky seemed to nod in agreement.

In the next moment, the gaze of the three Saints' silhouettes all turned towards Yang Huan below, and spoke in a voice like a great bell:

"As it should be!"

Yang Huan's eyes narrowed, his face twisted as he glared at the Great Master: "Teacher, do you dare?!"

Before he could respond, four rays of light descended upon him, instantly dissipating the Vast Energy he had cultivated in Confucianism.

It wasn't simply a seal, but a direct stripping of his Vast Energy, dissolving it within the Kyoto Academy.

Despite his eyes threatening to burst, Yang Huan's divine aura rapidly waned, leaving only the divine will of the Taoist Qimen Lineage.

Seeing his state, there was not a ripple in the Great Master's golden eyes as he continued to speak:

"The Four Saints' Words speak - Prison Art Imprison!"

Again, four golden rays descended, instantly forming a cage around Yang Huan, imprisoning him, with a golden "Prison" character on each of the four sides of the cage.

"You—"

Yang Huan's complexion turned even grimmer, unable to believe that despite cultivating all three lineages, he couldn't even harm a hair of the Great Master's head before being suppressed in an instant.

Moreover, his Confucian cultivation was stripped away, and his Taos of Taoism and Buddhism were nearly impossible to wield under the cage's "Prison" symbol's suppression.

Even though his eyes saw the "future," the outcome remained unchanged.

The Great Master looked at Yang Huan, lightly pressing his lips together, hesitating for a moment before continuing:

"The Four Saints' Words speak - Paint the Mundane!"

"No, don't!"

Yang Huan instantly saw what would happen next, his face showing a look of pleading as his knees went soft, and he knelt down.

Yet, no matter how he pleaded, under the Great Master's "Saint's Words," the silhouette of the Saint in the night sky holding a brush swung its arm.

—The pen moves like dragons and snakes!

In the blink of an eye, a scroll appeared before him, faintly depicting a scholar clad in kasaya robe over tortoise armor.

Looking at the scroll, the golden silhouette holding the brush seemed satisfied, nodding as its gaze shifted to Yang Huan below, saying: "Art of Painting The Finishing Stroke!"

Then, the brush in its hand touched the eyes of the figure in the scroll.

Immediately, the scroll projected a golden light onto Yang Huan, extracting his Taoism and Buddhism divine cultivations, breathing life into the scholar within the scroll.

Yet Yang Huan's own aura dwindled further, his features withering, and his black hair instantly turning an entire head of white.

"You, you, why..." Yang Huan's expression turned to fear, incredulous as he stared at the Great Master: "How dare you treat me like this?!"

Not only did his features and hair change as his three lineages were stripped, but his aura vanished, his body instantly thinning, limbs shriveling, skin cracking, as if aged beyond a hundred years.

The Great Master, seeing him in such a state, spoke with a hint of sigh:

"Foolish child, since you don't respect Confucianism, maybe it's best to live as an ordinary person."

"Ah—"

Unable to endure such a blow, Yang Huan howled madly, his once bright eyes turning cloudy, his voice aged considerably.

Amidst his howling and pleading within the prison, he incoherently begged:

"Teacher, the student was wrong! Please, please forgive me!"

"Why are you so cruel!? Why!?"

"Forgive me, won't you? No, no forgiveness? Die! Teacher, you will die! You will die a horrible death!"

"'Pure Sky' won't forgive you! The 'General' won't forgive you! Tonight, this very night, you..."

Before Yang Huan could finish shouting, his body, which had appeared as that of a frail old man, suddenly exploded without warning.

His flesh scattered, no bones remaining, vanishing in an instant as if he had never existed.

The Great Master's brow furrowed, anger swelling in his eyes as he glanced around:

"Who dares to kill the Confucian Taoist Saint of my Kyoto Academy!?"

"Hehe... Offering the Great Master a gift, please kindly accept!"