CH 139

Fang Yun suddenly gave a cold smile. When dealing with that accomplished scholar, he had only used a tenth of his talent.

With the talent refined by the God of Literature's five movements, possessing the majestic literary palace of ancient murals, first receiving the thunderous holy sound, and then ascending the four mountains, Fang Yun's strength was a hundred times that of an ordinary accomplished scholar during a literary duel!

Suddenly, the wild wind around Fang Yun intensified again, while the wind around Feng Shaoyu continued to weaken.

"How could this be possible! You guys are cheating!" Feng Shaoyu couldn't help but exclaim in shock. Although he was arrogant on the surface, he had always been diligent in his studies, working extremely hard for the rise of his family. He had great confidence in his talent and literary palace, which was more than 30% stronger than when Fang Yun was fighting against the accomplished scholar.

But now, Fang Yun's talent and literary palace power had suddenly increased, and it was twice his!

The people of Qing Nation could hardly believe their eyes.

"Could it be that Fang Yun is also a direct disciple of a Semi-Saint? Even the excellent disciples of the Sub-Sage prominent families and the Confucius family are only at this level, right?"

"I shouldn't have listened to those people and come to Jing Kingdom for a literary duel! Not only does Fang Yun have a literary reputation, but his foundation is also so solid! No wonder he could ascend to the Three Mountains and Three Pavilions!"

A trace of shame flashed across Xi Molu's face. He was a member of a Semi-Saint prominent family, but his talent and the solidity of his literary palace were inferior to Fang Yun's! And he was a presented scholar inferior to an accomplished scholar!

Many tense people of Jing Kingdom let out a long sigh of relief. They had previously cursed Feng Shaoyu out of a lack of confidence, subconsciously thinking that although Feng Shaoyu was not as good as the disciples of the Semi-Saint prominent families, he was still a genius presented scholar of Qing Nation. Fang Yun was ultimately an accomplished scholar, and it was very likely that he would fail in the literary duel. But now, they were completely relieved.

Feng Shaoyu suddenly shouted, "Fang Yun can't beat me, you guys cheated first! I want to shatter his literary palace with the courage to write, and give me justice!"

Feng Shaoyu flipped his hand, and a golden page appeared in his hand. The page suddenly stood up, with the word "substitute" written on it.

The true text of the Great Scholar.

The hearts of the people of Jing Kingdom had just settled down, but they were suddenly lifted to their throats.

"Beast!" Ning Zhiyuan suddenly shouted.

"I'm going to kill you!" A presented scholar was so angry that smoke was coming out of his seven orifices.

Countless people of Jing Kingdom cursed loudly.

Even the five or six people from Qing Nation who originally supported Feng Shaoyu showed anger on their faces. They didn't expect him to dare to do this, to use the true text of the Great Scholar to substitute for the punishment he received, and then to hurt Fang Yun. Even if Feng Shaoyu would not be punished again by the power of the Holy Temple, he would be pointed at by thousands of people, and the literary reputation of Qing Nation would inevitably be greatly affected.

But Feng Shaoyu was laughing. He knew that as long as he severely damaged Fang Yun's literary palace, he would surely be punished by the saints, and Qing Nation would at most lose the Feng family. But he could completely ruin the hope of Jing Kingdom's rise, and it was all worth it!

An invisible force fell on the true text of the Great Scholar, completely destroying it. In this instant, Feng Shaoyu laughed wildly, mobilizing the power of the courage to write, trying to shatter Fang Yun's literary palace.

Fang Yun was not afraid, but showed a look of pity.

The smile on Feng Shaoyu's face suddenly froze, because he suddenly realized that his power of the courage to write was like an egg hitting a huge rock. Then, a more solid, taller, and heavier mountain emerged from the rock, smashing the literary palace and breaking the courage to write.

Feng Shaoyu heard a continuous strange cracking sound, looked at Fang Yun blankly, and a thought came to his mind.

"He's just an accomplished scholar, how could he have the courage to write? And how could he reach the first level of the courage to write, which is as tough as grass and trees?"

"Puff..." A muffled sound suddenly came from Feng Shaoyu's head. His literary palace, the courage to write, talent, and everything else exploded. Then, blood spurted out from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, mixed with many fragments.

Feng Shaoyu slowly fell to the ground, with a large amount of blood flowing out of his seven orifices.

Feng Shaoyu was dead.

The field was silent.

"Good punishment from the saints!" someone shouted.

"The saints really can't tolerate such people!"

"Serves him right! He deserved to die!"

Everyone thought it was the punishment of the saints.

All the people of Qing Nation turned pale. The punishment of the Semi-Saints rarely used such an extreme method, but once they used this method, it meant that the Semi-Saints were truly angry, and everyone knew the temper of the Eastern Saint.

Xi Molu heard a sound like a thread snapping in his ear, and then he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He swayed and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Brother Xi, what's wrong with you?" An accomplished scholar quickly supported Xi Molu. He was a person from a Semi-Saint prominent family, and there must be no accidents. He must be on good terms with him.

Xi Molu suddenly started crying, but what flowed from his eyes was not tears, but blood.

At this moment, he finally understood that he had been deceived by the strategists of the Feng family!

The accomplished scholar was stunned for a moment, then he jumped back like a frightened rabbit.

"Blood... bloodline severed!" The accomplished scholar pointed at Xi Molu, too scared to speak.

All the people of Qing Nation scattered like they were avoiding the plague. One person even fell over a chair and fell to the ground because he retreated too quickly.

Even the officials were scared and scattered. Now no one was looking at the dead Feng Shaoyu, they were all looking at Xi Molu.

No one expected things to turn out this way, forcing the Semi-Saint Xi Yunxiao to sever his bloodline. For scholars, this was a punishment more terrifying than the punishment of the saints. This meant that Xi Molu would have no connection with the Xi family, and even his direct relatives would only dare to deal with him in secret.

Xi Molu, with blood flowing from his eyes, knelt on the ground and shouted to the sky, "Holy Ancestor! I was wrong! I was wrong! I shouldn't have forgotten the greater good of the human race for my own benefit! I shouldn't have gotten involved in the dispute over the Path of the Saints knowing that you didn't want to participate! I shouldn't have joined forces with the Feng family, who will stop at nothing! I shouldn't have! I shouldn't have! If I hadn't been affected by the strategists, I would never have done such a thing! Even if I was affected by the strategists, I never thought of harming Fang Yun! Holy Ancestor, spare me, I won't dare to do it again! I won't dare to do it again..."

When Xi Molu finished speaking, he suddenly kowtowed to the ground.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

He was kowtowing with all his might, as if he was smashing the ground, causing the ground to tremble continuously.

But, he received no response.Not knowing how many times he had kowtowed, Xi Molu finally stopped, looking up to the sky and shouting, "Holy Ancestor, I, Molu, have been unkind, unjust, disloyal, and foolish, bringing disgrace to the Jing Kingdom and tarnishing the honor of my Xi family! Although I am no longer a member of the Xi family, and no longer carry the blood of the Xi family, since I have committed such a heinous crime, I will not live in this world in disgrace. Today, I will die to atone for my sins! I will pour all my talent and resentment into this brush, and with every stroke of war poetry against the Demon Barbarians and the manipulative families, I will pay with my life, my hatred filling the sky! I give this brush to Fang Yun. May he forgive my great sin! You rats of the manipulative families, you will not die a good death! You will not die a good death!"

After Xi Molu finished speaking, he held the brush in his hand, pouring all his talent and courage into it, and threw it to Fang Yun. Then, he slapped his forehead with his palm.

His literary palace exploded, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he fell to the ground.

Xi Molu, a Presented Scholar from a Semi-Saint Prominent Family, was dead.

No one spoke, the sound of the wind blowing was especially loud.

Fang Yun held the blood-stained brush, shocked by Xi Molu's bravery. He slowly walked over, squatted down, and placed his hand on Xi Molu's open eyes.

"I forgive you."

Fang Yun's hand swept over.

Xi Molu's eyes closed, the bleeding stopped, and his blood-stained face was very peaceful.

A man who could have died on the battlefield, died under the schemes of the manipulative and miscellaneous families, causing a faint pain in Fang Yun's heart.

Fang Yun stood up, tightly gripping Xi Molu's hand, gritting his teeth, then let go, looking at the remaining few people from the Jing Kingdom.

"In order to prevent more scholars like me from dying in front of the literary academy, if the Jing Kingdom does not apologize to my Jing Kingdom, if the culprit who harmed my Jing people last year does not die to atone for his sins, when I become a Presented Scholar, and descend from the Book Mountain for the second time, I will wage a literary battle against the Jing Kingdom! When I become an Imperial Scholar, I will wage a literary war against a state! The literary battle, continues!"

Fang Yun held his head high, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt and sadness as he looked at the few people from the Jing Kingdom.

Many young people had red eyes.

Lu Yu wiped away a tear and cursed, "Those dogs from the manipulative and miscellaneous families! They're too harmful! Especially the manipulative family, anyone who practices their techniques in the future will be breaking ties with me!"

A Presented Scholar from the Jing Kingdom knelt on one knee and sighed, "I should not have forgotten the greater good of the human race in a moment of anger. I was wrong in this literary battle, very wrong. I will shatter my literary palace to atone for my sins!"

The Presented Scholar from the Jing Kingdom immediately made a crisp cracking sound in his head, then staggered to his feet and slowly walked out. Everyone made way for him. Regardless of what had happened before, since he had shattered his own literary palace, his future path was completely cut off, and he could only be a Presented Scholar without the courage to write for the rest of his life.

The other Presented Scholars and Talented Scholars from the Jing Kingdom saw this scene and immediately understood that if they continued to engage in a literary battle with Fang Yun, they would not only lose their courage and literary palace, but also their bodies. The divine fruit that could save their lives would not be used on them.

So, the remaining Presented Scholars shattered their own courage to write, and the Talented Scholars shattered their own literary palaces.

Because they shattered it themselves, their consciousness was very clear, but from then on, they would find it difficult to advance in their literary positions. If their literary palace and courage to write were shattered by external forces, there was still a chance of recovery, but if they shattered it themselves, it was a complete denial of themselves, and it could never be restored.

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The attendants of the literary academy handled the bodies of Feng Shaoyu and Xi Molu, and would send them back to the Jing Kingdom.

Many people were discussing in low voices about the severing of blood ties, not expecting that something that only existed in legends would actually happen before their eyes.

As long as the Semi-Saints of the Semi-Saint Prominent Families were alive, many of their descendants dared not do anything too outrageous, for fear of being severed from their blood ties. On the contrary, those families whose All the Saints and ancestors had perished, were not afraid of being severed from their blood ties, and were very bold.

Fang Yun walked out of the arena, immediately surrounded by his classmates, who were all talking at once.

"Ah, I didn't expect it to be like this. The manipulative family is too infuriating!"

"There's no way, in the contention of the Path of the Saints, those who are kind and soft-hearted are all dead."

"Fang Yun, how come your talent and literary palace are even more powerful than a Presented Scholar's? It seems that your Semi-Saint mentor is very good to you. Now you're fine, in the future, no one should dare to harm you with despicable means. You're so powerful, you're not afraid of literary battles."

"But, are you really going to wage a literary battle against the Jing Kingdom?" Li Yuncong asked worriedly.

Everyone else also closed their mouths, waiting for Fang Yun's answer.

Fang Yun nodded heavily and said, "I must do this! The Jing Kingdom has gone too far. If all the nations do this in the future, the human race will sooner or later be enslaved by the Demon Barbarians! What I'm doing may not be able to completely prevent such things from happening, but it can definitely curb them to the greatest extent! Let them know how great the cost of such actions is!"

"The Eastern Saint is probably going to take action now..." a Presented Scholar murmured. (To be continued.)