"That's not necessarily true. The Road of Holy Ruins doesn't just test one's courage. Of course, Yan Yukong is guaranteed to be in the top three, "Li Fanming said.
Fang Yun shook his head and said, "I've interacted with Yan Yukong before. Not only is he courageous, but his Heart of the Sage is also extremely tenacious and pure. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been thought to surpass Yi Zhishi and would definitely become a Half-saint. He's still a High Scholar, but he's already on the Demon Hunting List. He's ranked twelfth and is the top High Scholar. "
Qiu Chi laughed and said, "Fang Zhenguo, you're really sly. Your ranking on the Demon Hunting List is higher than his. Doesn't that mean that you have a chance to be the top on the Road of Holy Ruins?"
Everyone laughed, knowing that Qiu Chi was indirectly praising Fang Yun.
More and more people entered the Wen Palace, and Fang Yun and the rest were at the back.
As they approached the main entrance of the Wen Palace, Fang Yun looked inside and strangely realized that everyone had disappeared after entering. It was still empty inside.
Fang Yun stepped in and his vision turned dark. Then, it lit up again. There was a grassland in front of him, and there was a river that was a hundred feet wide. There was no bridge on the river.
There was a canyon on the other side of the river, and the depths of the canyon were shrouded in white fog.
Fang Yun's eyes flickered slightly. This river was somewhat familiar.
Thousands of people stood by the river and looked at the slow flowing river, hesitating.
At this moment, Fang Yun heard Liu Zizhi's voice shouting, "Fang Yun, whether or not Jingguo can be the top on the Road of Holy Ruins depends on you! You must surpass the High Scholars of the Ten Nations as a High Scholar! "
Fang Yun didn't expect Liu Zizhi to refuse to give up. Even though many people knew that Liu Zizhi was trying to harm him, they still felt uncomfortable. The Literary Name was his real name, not an empty title. He ought to be responsible for it!
Fang Yun immediately looked in Liu Zizhi's direction and said loudly, "Despicable Liu Zizhi, as a High Scholar of a state, you tried to harm me at the Mid-Autumn Festival yesterday. Today, you want to kill me with a borrowed knife. Do you think all the scholars in the world are so easily fooled by you? Liu Zizhi, if you're a scholar, let's have a battle of wits after the Holy Ground Road. Do you dare? "
Everyone looked at Fang Yun. Most of them were curious and had a good impression of him. Only those from Gyeongo and Wu Guo had different expressions.
The people between Fang Yun and Liu Zizhi separated, and the two looked at each other.
Since he was shocked by Fang Yun's three poems yesterday, Liu Zizhi understood that he couldn't deal with Fang Yun in the same way as before. He had to resort to all means in the future, and as long as there was a chance, he would make a move.
Liu Zizhi laughed. He said, "We are all Jingguo people, how can we casually fight? Furthermore, you are an Elementary Scholar and I am a High Scholar. If I were to challenge you to a battle of wits, people would say that I am bullying the weak. Forget it. "
All of a sudden, a familiar voice could be heard, "I am from Gyeongo, and am also a High Scholar. Do you dare to challenge me to a civil duel? "
Everyone immediately looked at the source of the voice. Fang Yun was blocked by people, but he heard someone say the person's name in a low voice.
"It's Yan Yukong, a disciple of Half-saint."
Liu Zizhi's throat seemed to be stuck, and he looked embarrassed. Yan Yukong was not only a disciple of Half-saint, but he was also half a member of the Yan Family. Liu Zizhi wouldn't dare to offend such an important person even if he was crazy.
Fang Yun glanced at Liu Zizhi. He said, "Brother Yan, thank you for helping me. However, I will settle the matter between the Liu Family and me. Otherwise, the Liu Family will accuse me of colluding with outsiders and betraying Jingguo."
Qiu Chi immediately said in a low voice, "Well said. Left Prime Minister Mount Liu can be considered a traitor of Jingguo."
"Alright then. Everyone, let's meet at the end of the Holy Ground Road. "Then, everyone saw Yan Yukong slowly enter the river. Finally, he was submerged by the water, and he walked forward step by step.
His body shook with every step he took, and when he was halfway through, he was forced to take a few steps sideways. He had to stabilize himself before he could continue forward.
The strange thing was that his clothes weren't wet, nor were they tilted by the water. However, his body was under pressure. Fang Yun realized that the weak water was different from ordinary water. Even the fake dragon balls couldn't avoid it.
Fang Yun asked Li Fanming in a low voice, "What's going on? This is only the first test. Is it so difficult for Yan Yukong to cross the river?"
"The weak water doesn't hit the body. It hits the literary palace. Think about it. Is the big literary palace more affected by the water, or the small literary palace more affected by the water?"
Fang Yun was stunned because his Palace of Literature was extremely large. Other people's Palace of Literature was at the limit of a royal palace, but his Palace of Literature had already surpassed the limits of a normal building. Its area was already equivalent to a small town.
Li Fanming said, "The small literary palace isn't perfect. If it isn't strong enough, it will be destroyed by the weak water. No matter how big the literary palace is, as long as it is strong enough, it won't be destroyed. However, Yan Yukong is like this because he didn't use his literary courage. If he used his literary courage, he would have crossed the river long ago. He's saving his strength now. "
Fang Yun looked at the 30-meter-wide river and was worried. He was sure that his literary palace was ten times bigger than Yan Yukong's. If even Yan Yukong was like this, he probably couldn't cross the river without using his literary courage. However, if he used his literary courage and was discovered, the world would be shocked. It would be more significant than becoming a Saint.
Soon, Yan Yukong walked out of the river, and the others entered the river.
Li Fanming said, "There are many weak waters in the Holy Ruins. There can't be a bridge for you to cross. If it rains, it will be worse. Sigh, let's go. "As he spoke, he carried the fat white rabbit into the water.
Once it entered the water, the rabbit struggled slightly and looked like it was in pain. However, Li Fanming used his literary courage to protect the rabbit, and it finally calmed down.
Fang Yun realized that Li Fanming's body was much more stable than Yan Yukong's. He wasn't swayed by the water, but his walking speed was very slow. His body trembled from time to time. It was obvious that his literary palace wasn't as strong as Yan Yukong's.
Fang Yun observed the people in the river carefully. Most of them were worse than Li Fanming. Some of the High Scholars were in great pain even when they used their literary courage.
Soon, Fang Yun saw a scholar tremble violently. He lost control of his body and fell into the water. However, an invisible force surrounded him and lifted him to the shore.
Then, people were pulled out of the river. Other than a few High Scholars, most of them were High Scholars.
When Li Fanming crossed the river, Fang Yun still hadn't entered the river. There were only about 40 people left, and they were all High Scholars.
There were more than a thousand unconscious people lying by the river. Just the Ruo River alone eliminated one-fifth of them.
Li Fanming's schoolmates had all crossed the river. Those who were able to study in the Confucius Academy were all outstanding people.
"Fang Yun, why didn't you cross the river?" Li Fanming stood on the other side of the river and looked at Fang Yun suspiciously.
Those who had crossed the river and those who hadn't, looked at Fang Yun. Liu Zizhi had also crossed the river, but he didn't speak. He looked at Fang Yun seriously.
Fang Yun nodded his head helplessly. He slowly walked into the water.
As his feet entered the water, Fang Yun felt strange. The feeling of the Ruo River was very different from normal water. It was extremely soft, like a cloud of cotton. Furthermore, he couldn't feel any temperature. It was very special.
The moment his body touched the Ruo River. Fang Yun felt a strange power suddenly appear outside the Literature Palace between his eyebrows, attacking his Literature Palace. At first, this power was like a small stream, then it became a torrential river, then a monstrous wave, and finally a tsunami came crashing down.
From a small stream to a tsunami. In reality, only a blink of an eye had passed.
Fang Yun had an illusion that all the water in the East Sea was attacking his literary palace. The literary palace was like a small boat in a storm.
This Ruo River wasn't real water. It was more like an all-pervasive spiritual attack, attacking the literary palace from all directions.
The literary palace had six surfaces, so the impact of the Ruo River increased exponentially. It was tens of thousands of times stronger than a normal high scholar!
Fang Yun had only reached his waist in the Ruo River. He felt dizzy and his body was forced to take a step to the side.
"This …"
Thousands of people were dumbfounded. Even those Elementary Scholars who had fainted were able to hold on until their entire bodies were submerged in the water before they were washed away. Now, Fang Yun was being washed away. This was too strange. Perhaps only a Tong Scholar could do this.
Liu Zizhi couldn't help but laugh, "So this is the world's number one elementary scholar. To think that the literary palace is so weak. Fishing for compliments, unworthy of the name, superficial! "
Li Fanming said coldly, "How do you know that his literary palace is too weak? I think it's because his literary palace is too big. The impact it can withstand is far greater than ours! "
"No matter how big his literary palace is, can it be tens or hundreds of times bigger than Yan Yukong? Furthermore, look at his expression. His eyes are closed in pain. It's obvious that his literary palace isn't strong enough. His literary palace isn't strong enough. I'm afraid it's being cut into pieces. His brain feels like it's being torn apart. It's ten times more painful than ours. "
"Bullshit! If his literary palace isn't strong enough. How can he reach the third mountain of Book Hill? "
"Who knows what happened in Book Hill? Maybe he didn't even test the strength of his literary palace. Maybe he used some method. But when he meets the real Ruo River, he will be exposed! Fang Yun is finished! There's no need to look anymore! It's a pity. I thought I would meet him in the Holy Ground. Who would have thought that the dignified model of literati, Fang Yun, with his poems would be so useless! Haha! I still want to fight for the top eighty, goodbye! "
Liu Zizhi laughed as if he had taken revenge. Finally, he looked contemptuously at Fang Yun in the Ruo River, turned around, and left.
"What a pity. He can't even pass the first stage of the Holy Ground Road." Someone shook his head. He seemed to feel pity, but he was actually gloating.
"Sigh, this is the hidden danger of suddenly becoming famous. He only has talent, but his literary palace isn't strong enough. It's like building a castle in the air. If he becomes a High Scholar, I'm afraid he won't even have the courage to write. If he can learn from this, it might be a good thing for him. However, his future will be much bleaker. "Someone left after saying that.
Most of the Jingguo people looked sad when they saw this. They didn't expect the only genius in Jingguo to have such a weak literary palace. This meant that Fang Yun's foundation was extremely weak. The higher his literary position, the more dangerous it would be. His literary palace would definitely collapse in the near future.
Someone suddenly said in disappointment, "I thought he would be a strong opponent for my trip to the Holy Ground. Unfortunately, I worried too much. I'd better catch up with Yan Yukong."
Li Fanming looked over and saw that it was Feng Yang, who was as famous as Yan Yukong. He was mocking Feng Yang, but he also felt pity and regret.
Qiu Chi, who had been flattering Fang Yun, looked at Fang Yun quietly and said in a low voice, "Let's go. He will be fine."
"I'll wait for a while longer," Li Fanming said.
"I'll wait too," said the Ancestral Root River.
"We are not as good as the Half-saint family. We have a higher chance of entering the top eighty. I'll leave first." Qiu Chi said as he quickened his pace and ran towards the Mystic Wind Canyon.
Fang Yun, who was under the Ruo River, was confused. "Isn't the impact of the Ruo River very painful? Why is it only dizziness and not pain at all?"
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