There was a lot of commotion on the list. Inside Baling, there was an undercurrent.
The aristocratic families and countries were using all kinds of methods to fight for a spot in the Little Apricot Altar. For the scholars and geniuses above the Hanlin Academy, the Little Apricot Altar was a higher level of examination.
If the Notre-Dame hadn't prohibited the exchange of imperial examination spots, all the countries would have been willing to exchange their imperial examination spots for a spot in the Little Apricot Altar.
The Little Apricot Altar could increase the number of Confucian scholars in each major power, and the imperial examination could only select Jinshi. Those who had the potential to become Jinshi would definitely become Jinshi.
Some families were happy, while others were sad.
After learning that the Gyeongo envoy had been chased away, the entire Gyeongo was in a miserable state, especially the scholars who were higher ranked than Jinshi. They often vented their dissatisfaction with the Zong family and the Qing Emperor at literary gatherings, on the list, and in letters.
The reason why the Holy Land had the word "Holy" was because it was very important.
The scholars of Gyeongo had reached a consensus that the Qing Emperor and the Zong family had ruined a path for the scholars of Gyeongo.
Like the Lei family, the Zong family didn't go to Baling at all. Both families knew that they would only be humiliating themselves if they went.
Some people continued to attack Fang Yun on the list, saying how good Fang Yun was and that the Little Apricot Altar should be shared with all the scholars in the world.
A few people responded, but most people mocked the Zong family and the Lei family for not being able to eat dog meat. Then many people demanded that the Lei family and the Zong family give up all their wealth or shut up.
However, there were also some people who felt that they were wronged.
Zong Wude of the Zong family sent a letter to Yan Yukong.
"Old Yan, you're also from Gyeongo. What do you think about not being able to enter the Little Apricot Altar? I want to die! "
"The Zong family can't enter the Holy Land of Enlightenment, or the Yan family can't?" Yan Yukong asked.
"You can't say that! Other Holy Lands are other Holy Lands, but Fang Yun's Little Apricot Altar is new. Although the Holy Path power inside isn't strong, it's very clear. Perhaps you and I can temporarily touch the Holy Path. This means that it's only a matter of time before we become Confucians. "
"Then you can ask Fang Yun to open the back door."
"If Gyeongo's people could go to Fang Yun's Little Apricot Altar, I would have shamelessly looked for him. But now, he chased away Gyeongo's special envoy and let me in. It's not good for him. It's like I've become a traitor."
"If the ruler is not upright, the minister will go to a foreign country; if the father is not upright, the son will go to a foreign country. You can choose between becoming a traitor or entering the Little Apricot Altar. "
"What about you?" Zong Wude asked.
"I was born as a Gyeongo, and I will die as a Gyeongo spirit. However, when I become a scholar, I will visit Fang Yun at the Little Apricot Altar."
"Bah! You're worse than a traitor like me! "
It would take some time for the Sacred Apricot to bear fruit. At most, it would take three to five years. At the very least, it would take one or two months. The various factions were not in a hurry.
As for the spots that were currently available, Fang Yun had arranged for them to be given to his friends.
Among them, each Great Scholar could enter alone for a day. Scholars needed to share a day with three people. As for the scholars below them, they could share a day with ten, twenty, or thirty people respectively.
However, those who were close to Fang Yun could enjoy extra treatment. For example, although Zhang Poyue was only a scholar, he could enter alone for a day.
Fang Yun used the new apricot trees to create an independent space in the southeast corner of the Little Apricot Altar. He could also obtain the power of the Apricot Altar, but he would be isolated from the outside world.
Fang Yun chose an appropriate time to let Yang Yuhuan, Nuo Nuo, and Ao Huang enter for a day.
If this news were to spread, it would definitely cause a huge uproar. It might even anger all the conservative scholars. However, only Fang Yun knew about this. No one could use this against him.
After this matter, Yang Yuhuan was extremely grateful to Fang Yun. However, Fang Yun simply smiled and said that it was only natural.
Yang Yuhuan was still fine after entering. She memorized the scriptures of the sages and absorbed the energy of the Little Apricot Altar. However, Nuo Nuo and Ao Huang were different.
While everyone was fighting over the slots to enter the Little Apricot Altar, the Double Ninth Festival arrived. Fang Yun did not participate in any of the scholarly gatherings. Instead, he secretly headed to the Kong Clan alone.
On the second day, Fang Yun left the Temple of Confucius without anyone noticing.
Only a handful of people on the Board were talking about how the head of the Kong Clan had invited Fang Yun to the Temple of Confucius. Most of them were trying to guess what Fang Yun had done there, but most of them chose to ignore the matter.
This matter involved the number one clan of the human race and the number one genius of the human race. Since neither side was willing to publicize it, it was best to avoid talking about it.
After returning from the Double Ninth Festival, Fang Yun entered the Wen Xing Long Jue Palace at the estuary of the Yangtze River and cultivated for a total of twelve days.
After that, Fang Yun began his official preparations to enter the Holy Burial Valley.
Fang Yun first sent Yang Yuhuan and those close to him to the Bloodlight World. He communicated with the will of the Bloodlight World and asked it to protect Yang Yuhuan and the others. After that, Fang Yun brought Yang Yuhuan to see the Dragon-Devouring Vine. He asked Yang Yuhuan to give a drop of the Dragon Sage's blood to the Dragon-Devouring Vine.
The Dragon-Devouring Vine loved Dragons the most. After eating the Dragon Sage's blood, it was very satisfied and treated Yang Yuhuan as a friend.
Fang Yun patrolled the Bloodlight World. After everything was done, his body was wrapped by the will of the Bloodlight World. He merged with the ground and sank rapidly.
After a few dozen breaths, Fang Yun finally arrived at the core of the Bloodlight World.
The Bloodlight World was a huge planet. The temperature of the planet's core was far hotter than the surface of the sun. Everything was melted, and even a Ruler could not stay for long.
However, Fang Yun was inside. It was no different from being on the ground. All the power that could harm him was isolated.
Below Fang Yun was Mount Fu.
At this moment, Mount Fu had shrunk to a length of 50 kilometers. It was absorbing the power of the planet's core. At the same time, it was emitting a strange power, causing the Bloodlight World to grow stronger.
Half-saint Mount Fu's body was incomparably strong. Even if it did not release any protective power, its body temperature did not rise at all in this environment that was 70 times hotter than boiling water.
Fang Yun stood on Mount Fu's neck. The entire mountain was surrounded by a strange magma-like substance, and he could not see its full appearance.
However, Fang Yun could sense that countless star phantoms were currently revolving around Mount Fu.
Fang Yun lowered his head and could only see three feet of Mount Fu's neck. There was a patch of black skin, but it was harder than any steel in the world.
"Mount Fu, oh Mount Fu. This time, I'm going to the Saint Burial Valley. In order to come out alive, I want to borrow something from you. This time, I'll definitely go to the Ancient Demon Clan's Blood Graveyard. I'll definitely find a divine treasure suitable for you. When the time comes, I'll return it to you with its value. "
As Fang Yun spoke, a translucent carving knife appeared in his hand.
It was the projection of the Spring and Autumn Brush.
The original body of the Spring and Autumn Brush was a quasi-saint writing treasure.
This knife and brush that was once personally held by Kong Sheng fell behind Mount Fu's neck.
Mount Fu's hard skin split open like tofu, and a large amount of blood gushed out like a blood-colored fountain.
Fang Yun's Sea Swallowing Seashell floated in the air and greedily absorbed Mount Fu's blood like a monster.
After the blood entered the Sea Swallowing Seashell, it began to change. It kept shrinking and separating, and finally turned into drops of golden saint blood.
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