CH 132

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Fang Da Niu and his servants were waiting by the carriage outside the academy street. Seeing Fang Yun, they were overjoyed, but they were completely confused when they saw the thirty or so officials in official robes beside Fang Yun.

"Did the master commit a major crime?" A young attendant asked.

"Commit your head! Look carefully, they are all smiling so happily. Didn't you hear what the Semi-Saint said? The top of Book Mountain, the first talent of the ten nations, even a fool would understand that it's a good thing! But these officials are really strange." Fang Da Niu said.

When they reached the carriage, Fang Yun was in a dilemma. If he got on the carriage, it would be impolite to these officials. But if he didn't, he would be surrounded by a group of officials for a long time, and he didn't know how many people would see him along the way.

Fang Yun looked at the sky, it was not yet six o'clock, there wouldn't be too many people on the road. So he nodded to Fang Da Niu to follow him, and then continued to walk home with the officials, chatting and laughing.

"Fang Wu Jia, before you climbed Book Mountain, you were at most a literate man with a reputation. But after climbing the three mountains and three pavilions of Book Mountain, you are a talent with great potential. If nothing unexpected happens, you will surely become a Great Scholar in the future. I wouldn't be surprised even if you become a Semi-Saint."

"This is true. Once he climbs the three mountains and three pavilions, Fang Yun will surely become a Great Scholar. Although becoming a Semi-Saint is difficult, it's not impossible."

Fang Yun modestly said: "You all flatter me. I am dedicated to the Path of the Saints. It doesn't matter how far I can go, as long as I do my best."

Fang Shou Ye, however, was all smiles: "Fang Yun, don't be modest! In the future, our Fang family will also have a Great Scholar. Becoming a Semi-Saint is difficult. There are many geniuses who have climbed the three mountains and three pavilions for the first time, but not many have become Semi-Saints. However, your chances are great."

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Fang Yun helplessly looked at this uncle of his. From the beginning, he had been boasting, more flamboyant than the real first talent of the ten nations. He was just short of grabbing people and telling them that Fang Yun was his nephew.

Those officials could understand Fang Shou Ye's mentality. Fang Yun's reputation had greatly increased this time. Before, only those who read the "Literature Report" and "Path of the Saints" knew about him. But now, his couplet was hanging at the entrance of the academy of the ten nations. Within a year at most, everyone would know, and countless people would take Fang Yun as their role model.

A general laughed: "Those people in Da Yuan Prefecture must be regretting their intestines now! They must be thinking that they should have locked Fang Yun in the academy to prevent any assassinations against him. What a pity. Fang Yun has made a name for himself in our Yu Hai City. If anything happens in the future, we must thank Da Yuan Prefecture for their high moral character!"

"And the matter of the Dragon Boat Literature Meeting, we should also thank Da Yuan Prefecture."

"Whoever dares to say that Fang Yun came to Yu Hai Prefecture to snatch the Book Mountain quota, I will slap him! Not to mention one Book Mountain quota, even if he snatches all of them, we people of Yu Hai Prefecture will still be convinced!"

"Of course!"

Fang Yun kept being modest. But these Presented Scholars and Imperial Scholars didn't care about him, they said whatever they wanted.

At first, Fang Yun was modest, but he quickly understood these people. Apart from Li Wenying, Jing Kingdom hadn't produced a genius who could be compared with the four great talents for decades. The Semi-Saint Prominent Families of Jing Kingdom had long focused on the Holy Academy and Two Realm Mountain. Plus, they were warned by the All Saints Prominent Families of Qing Nation and Wu Nation. Even if they helped the Jing Kingdom royal family, their efforts were limited.

In the eyes of the children of the Prominent Families, the nation was not important. As long as the human race did not perish, the All Saints Prominent Families would never perish.

Jing Kingdom had been oppressed for many years. Now that they finally had Fang Yun, who was superior to the ten nations, they said that the hope of becoming a saint was small, but they wished that Fang Yun could become a saint tomorrow and protect Jing Kingdom for another hundred years.

Yang Yuhuan was happier than anyone else to see so many people recognizing Fang Yun.

They didn't leave until they reached Fang Yun's house. Then they left in groups of three or two.

Fang Yun had gained a lot from climbing Book Mountain, but he was extremely tired. He went back to his room and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

In the morning, Zhang Poyue's people sent over a Demon Tortoise egg as big as a sea bowl.

In the afternoon, the prominent Tong family in Yu Hai Prefecture was in chaos. Tong Li woke up and hanged himself. Before his death, he left a blood letter, hoping that his family would avenge him.

Until the evening, Fang Yun didn't wake up. The little fox jumped into his arms and slept with him.

Yang Yuhuan knew that her maid had spiritual communication, and seeing that she was not worried, she was also relieved.

The night in Yu Hai City was brightly lit. The commercial town of North Sub-City was bustling even in the middle of the night.

On the road from Yu Hai City to the capital, a fire-hoofed ox cart was speeding along. The sparks flying from the hooves of the fire-hoofed ox were strange, and it ran much faster than the common armored ox.

The fire-hoofed ox cart was very bumpy, but the young master Tong inside was oblivious, holding the "Sun Bin's Art of War" and reading slowly. His speed was extremely slow, as if he wanted to deeply imprint every word in his mind.

Suddenly, a white sword radiating a bloody hue flew from the south of Jade Sea City, landing a hundred feet away, embedded in the road.

The coachman immediately slowed down the fire-hoofed ox, while the young attendant lifted the carriage curtain, looking at the familiar Blood-Dripping Ancient Sword in front of him.

The ox cart stopped, and the young attendant quietly looked at the sword. Once upon a time, he had fought side by side with the owner of this sword, slaying demons and barbarians, drinking and feasting together.

"Sigh..."

The young attendant sighed deeply, staring at the Blood-Dripping Ancient Sword for a quarter of an hour before firmly saying, "My grandson did not die in vain. To fight and not win, to attack and not take, is not my Path of the Saints. Return to the capital, to the Left Chancellor's residence."

"Yes, master."

The young attendant took one last look at the Blood-Dripping Ancient Sword, lowered the curtain, and continued reading "Sun Bin's Art of War."

The Blood-Dripping Ancient Sword trembled slightly, then whooshed southward, flying over Jade Sea City to the banks of the Yangtze River, very close to the city, and entered the body of Li Wenying, who was dressed in a green robe embroidered with clouds.

Standing on the river surface a few dozen feet away from Li Wenying was a Grand Academician, also dressed in a green robe embroidered with clouds, but nearly twenty years younger than Li Wenying.

"Junior Gu Jingdao pays his respects to Master Li." The young Grand Academician bowed.

"Poet Gu, you are too polite. As one of the four great talents of this generation, there is no need for formalities." Li Wenying sat cross-legged on a large stone, not even looking at Gu Jingdao, his gaze fixed on the mouth of the Yangtze River, his expression calm.

"I have always admired your reputation, Master Li, and I know you are a decisive and straightforward person, so I will speak plainly. Since my disciple has made a bet with Fang Yun and is willing to accept the loss, I, as his teacher, have nothing to say. But Fang Yun and Zhang Poyue didn't even leave a way out, which is too much. I came to Jing Kingdom not to make things difficult for Fang Yun, but to see him. If he sincerely apologizes, this matter will be settled. As for Zhang Poyue, he will receive a taste of my War of Words."

Li Wenying continued to gaze at the river mouth, saying, "If you dare to step ashore, I will cut you down."

Gu Jingdao stood on the water, a flash of anger in his eyes. "Everyone says that Master Li is fair and impartial, why can't you separate public from private now? I'm not going to kill them, just to comfort my disciple's spirit in heaven."

"That kind of scourge can't ascend to heaven. He should have already reincarnated as a bug in the Demon Realm." Li Wenying said indifferently.

"He was my disciple, Gu Jingdao, the Poet. I watched him grow up!" Gu Jingdao said, taking a step forward, staring at Li Wenying, his muscles tense.

"Fang Yun and Zhang Poyue are under my protection."

"You can protect them for a while, but not for a lifetime."

"That's okay. If Zhang Poyue dies, I'll kill you. If Fang Yun dies, I'll exterminate your ten clans."

Gu Jingdao suppressed his anger and said, "What if your disciple is killed?"

"If my disciple is like your disciple, I would kill him first to avoid bringing disaster upon me." Li Wenying's tone was as indifferent as ever.

Gu Jingdao sighed lightly and said, "Although Dehong was wrong, he didn't deserve to die. I originally didn't want to discipline Fang Yun. But since you are blocking me, if I meet Fang Yun in the future, I must punish him a little!"

"Say that again." Li Wenying suddenly turned his head to look at Gu Jingdao.

Gu Jingdao suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, his breathing became difficult, and his heartbeat accelerated. He saw a sea of blood in Li Wenying's eyes.

Despite using all his strength, Gu Jingdao couldn't open his mouth to repeat his words.

Li Wenying turned his head again, looking towards the mouth of the Yangtze River.

After a long time, Gu Jingdao said, "This time, Fang Yun has obtained the top of Book Mountain. Many accomplished scholars from the two nations of Qing and Wu left Book Mountain early, and some even fell into a coma. The Literary Palace was damaged, and many people believe it was Fang Yun's doing. There will certainly be people coming to Jing Kingdom for a literary duel! I originally wanted to resolve the grudges between the two nations, but since you are blocking me, I will not stop the scholars of Qing Nation from coming to Jing Kingdom for a literary duel!"

"Why not have a literary battle directly?" Li Wenying countered.

Gu Jingdao was speechless.

A literary comparison is a discussion.

A literary duel is to determine superiority.

A literary battle is to seize a city.

"Li Wenying, you are too bullying."

Li Wenying slowly said, "Since you have lost at the Dragon Boat Literary Meeting, you will surely come to Jing Kingdom for a literary duel. How could I not know? Your disciple is so unbearable, I really should have killed him before he came to Jade Sea City. I will recommend to the Holy Academy that you go to the Two Realms Mountain. You are no longer suitable to stay in the Ten Nations."

"Humph! Since you are so unreasonable, don't blame me for being ruthless in Qing Nation."

"Haven't you people from Qing Nation always been pushing Jing Kingdom to a dead end?" Li Wenying said.

Gu Jingdao fell silent.

"You will regret today's actions." Gu Jingdao turned and left.

"I'm considering whether or not to cut you down."

Gu Jingdao's body trembled, and a white cloud appeared under his feet, quickly flying to the opposite bank.

Li Wenying stood up, took one last look at Gu Jingdao's retreating figure, and turned back to Jade Sea City.

A night passed, and Fang Yun finally woke up.

"Hungry!" This was the first word Fang Yun said.

Thus, Yang Yuhuan and the servants at home began to busy themselves, preparing breakfast for Fang Yun.

Before long, Fang Yun started to eat his breakfast heartily.

Fang Danaiu came in with a large stack of invitation letters, his face bitter, "These are from yesterday, there might be even more today."

"Just tell them I got injured at Book Mountain and need to recuperate for half a month," Fang Yun said.

"Alright," Fang Danaiu left helplessly.

Nunu whimpered twice, jumped onto Fang Yun's dining table, stretched out its little paw to press on Fang Yun's wrist, and looked up at him with an inquiring gaze, wanting to know if he was injured.

Yang Yuhuan asked with concern, "Are you really injured?"

Fang Yun smiled and said, "No, I was just fooling them. I learned too much at Book Mountain and it's hard to digest in a short time. I need some time to study intensively. I'm really not injured."

As Fang Yun spoke, he reached out to stroke Nunu's little head, but Nunu was half-believing, half-doubting. It stretched its nose to sniff Fang Yun's hand lightly before it was reassured.

Yang Yuhuan laughed and said, "Then I can rest assured." (To be continued.)

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