When the moonlight dissipated, the emcee picked up one of the scholars' Mid-Autumn poem and recited it loudly. Every sentence he recited was loud and clear, and almost half of the people in Kong City could hear the poem.
After he finished reciting the poem, there was a round of applause.
The scholar smiled and cupped his fists to express his gratitude.
Next, the people behind him went up to compose their poems. The emcee would recite any poem that was of a higher grade.
Today, there were a total of 100 people who had obtained the right to enter the Holy Grounds. There were 20 Elementary Scholars and 80 High Scholars. According to the original arrangement, the 20 Elementary Scholars would go up on stage to compose their poems in four different times. After that, the 80 High Scholars would compose their poems according to their rankings.
However, Fang Yun passed the Road to the Holy Ground and clinched the fourth place. Since he couldn't compose a poem with the scholars, he was recognized as a High Scholar and became the last five to compose a poem.
The 19 scholars continued to compose their poems, and in the end, four of their poems were of a higher grade. The audience praised them. Only at such a grand event where the elites of the ten nations gathered would so many scholars be able to compose a higher grade poem.
After all the scholars were done, the last six High Scholars went up to the stage to compose a poem with the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival. These few High Scholars were the weakest, and many people didn't expect them to compose a poem. In terms of talent, these people were not as good as those few High Scholars.
However, there was a dark horse among the six High Scholars. One of them had a higher grade poem and received more moonlight than the others.
Being able to compose a higher grade poem was not a small matter in Kong City. The emcee invited a Hanlin Academy scholar to appreciate the poem.
After that, the emcee asked the High Scholar some questions, and the two of them conversed loudly. Everyone could hear clearly that the High Scholar was neither from a wealthy family nor a Half-saint family. He was just a descendant of a prestigious family who had fallen on hard times.
Everyone sighed. If such a talented person was born in a wealthy family or a Half-saint family, he would probably be able to enter the top 30 High Scholars.
After that, the High Scholars went up one after another, and these High Scholars displayed the highest standards of the ten nations. More than half of the High Scholars could compose a higher grade poem, and one in ten of them could compose a higher grade poem. However, a higher grade poem from Mingzhou had yet to appear.
Ming Province was an extremely high dividing line. The poems and literature of Ming Province would be passed down by tens of thousands of people. Many people of high status would spend their entire lives pursuing the poems and literature of Ming Province, but to no avail.
Most of the people present were scholars, so every time the emcee recited a poem, there would be countless people reciting it. Or write, or discuss, or judge.
The moon rose higher and higher. As the poems and essays emerged one after another, the atmosphere became more and more lively.
The guests below the stage were much calmer than the people outside. Only the poems of the High Scholars from their own countries were being recited. Only then did someone cheer.
Those great Confucian scholars or Grand Scholars rarely opened their mouths. Even if they opened their mouths, they would only say something like "not bad", "not bad", or "worth a look".
Unknowingly, the High Scholars ranked twenty-sixth to thirtieth appeared on the stage. These five High Scholars were even more outstanding. Two High Scholars appeared on stage, and the crowd cheered loudly.
Moonlight descended. This time, the bright moonlight was much thicker than before. As soon as the moonlight disappeared, the eyes of all the High Scholars began to emit a faint glow. After some time, the glow disappeared.
One by one, the High Scholars went up on stage. Poems were recited one after another. Time after time, the moonlight poured in, and the crowd cheered more and more loudly.
At first, many people below the stage were just chatting with their friends and relatives. Occasionally, they would pay attention to the people on stage. But as time passed, they began to pay more attention to the people on stage. When the sixth to tenth High Scholars walked up on stage, everyone stopped talking and looked at the stage.
These were the top ten High Scholars in the entire Saint Origin World. Among the High Scholars, they might not be the most talented or the most powerful. They could definitely be ranked among the strongest. If the top ten High Scholars could leave the Holy Ground alive, they would definitely become outstanding talents in their own countries. They might even be able to shock the entire ten countries.
Even if they were not in the top five. They were enough to attract everyone's attention.
Even many of the Grand Scholars and Confucian scholars had to admit that some of these High Scholars were more accomplished than them.
The five High Scholars stood behind the table and wrote down the results of their hard work over the past few days.
The five talents slowly increased on paper. In the end, one of them was from Ming Province, while the other four were from Da Prefecture!
The five of them were far more talented than the previous High Scholars. Moreover, the High Scholar from the Kong Family wrote a poem about Ming Province. It became the first poem of Ming Province in the Literary Competition, and everyone in Kong City cheered.
The top ten High Scholars received double moonlight. After the High Scholar from the Kong Family received the moonlight, his entire body was covered with a layer of moonlight. It took a long time for the moonlight to be fully absorbed, and many people were envious of him.
With double moonlight from Ming Province, it would be very smooth in the Holy Ground.
At this moment, many people finally understood why High Scholar Kong did not fight for a higher position. Since the top ten High Scholars received double moonlight, and since he had the talent of Ming Province, he would definitely be better than the School of Mo and the School of Military. Therefore, there was no need for him to fight for a higher position.
Zong Wude, who was ranked fifth, looked at the smile on High Scholar Kong's face and was suddenly enlightened. He wanted to slap himself and then looked at Fang Yun.
This was because he realized a big problem. If he entered the top five, he would have to write poems with Fang Yun!
Zong Wude helplessly gave High Scholar Kong a thumbs up.
The treatment for Ming Province's poem was very grand. The emcee invited the Great Scholar to appreciate it. Every word was incisive and left a lasting impression on everyone.
The five High Scholars stood on the stage for a full 15 minutes before going down.
Yan Yukong, Mo Shan, Sun Naiyong, Fang Yun, and Zong Wude walked up to the stage. Before the five of them reached the stage, the entire venue was in an uproar. Countless people were shouting their names, and the one who shouted the loudest was Fang Yun.
In Kong City, where everyone was a scholar, Fang Yun's popularity was no less than Jingguo's.
Fang Yun stood on the stage and looked at the dense crowd. Wherever his gaze landed, there would be people cheering loudly. The atmosphere in Kong City was more open than in other countries. Countless women were screaming excitedly, and many men were envious.
The emcee originally planned to simply say a few words and let the five of them write poems, just like before. However, the atmosphere was too enthusiastic. Before the five of them even started writing, the cheers of the crowd had already surpassed the scene of the poem being written in Ming Province.
Many of the guests below the stage did not expect it to be so exaggerated. The Holy Ground only opened once every ten years, and they had never been so enthusiastic. They shook their heads and smiled helplessly.
The emcee continued to speak loudly, "The five people on stage now are the top five of the Road to the Holy Ground. They represent the elites of the Ten Nations' High Scholars and Elementary Scholars. They represent the hope of the human race. Once they enter the Holy Ground, they will definitely be able to slaughter the demons and barbarians and make great contributions to the human race!"
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, the emcee began to introduce the five of them.
"This is the top person on the Road to the Holy Ground, Yan Yukong. He is a disciple of Half-saint and is of the Yan family's bloodline. He is a High Scholar, a High Scholar, and a Top Scholar. He is already a three-headed scholar and is the most likely person to become a Top Scholar in Gyeongo. If he becomes the Top Scholar, he will have six Top Scholars and is very likely to become the first six-headed scholar in the Ten Nations! This person … "
Next, the emcee introduced the last two people.
"Mo Shan, a direct descendant of the Mo Family. Not only is his poetry and scriptures outstanding, but his Mo Family's Mechanical Techniques are also superb. The Mo Family's Mechanical Techniques are divided into five levels and sixteen levels. He has already reached the middle level of the second level and is comparable to many of the Mo Family's scholars …"
"Sun Naiyong, a side branch of the Sun Wu Clan. He was not outstanding before he was twelve years old, but after he became a High Scholar and entered the army to train, he immediately rose to the top and made great contributions to the military. Two years ago, as a High Scholar, he defeated three thousand barbarians with a mere five hundred people …"
The emcee walked in front of Fang Yun. Before he spoke, the crowd below the stage was already cheering. All the guests were looking at Fang Yun.
The laughter of the people of Jingguo, the coldness of the people of Gyeongo, and the indifference of the people of Wu Guo … immediately formed the strangest atmosphere of the event.
Fang Yun originally had a smile on his face, but suddenly it was as if he was stung by a poisonous scorpion. His expression changed and he looked below the stage.
Beside the table of the Meng Sheng Clan, on the Wu Hou carriage, Xiong Jun's gaze finally retracted from the distant sky. For the first time, he looked at the stage. For the first time, he really watched the event. For the first time, he looked at the people present.
Xiong Jun looked at Fang Yun. His gaze was very calm, but it was like an eagle looking at a wolf. Wherever his gaze landed, there was prey. Everyone subconsciously avoided his gaze. His ferocious aura overflowed!
The Marquis Wolf who had been lying on the ground immediately stood up. He slightly revealed his sharp teeth and stared at Fang Yun.
It was as if frost and snow fell near the stage. The atmosphere suddenly became cold. But the people of Kong City far away did not notice the change and were still in high spirits.
The emcee's body trembled. He opened his mouth, but a dignified Grand Scholar could not say a word. After waiting for more than ten breaths, he secretly glanced at Xiong Jun. Then he gritted his teeth and straightened his back to introduce Fang Yun.
"He is Fang Yun! He is the Jingguo Double Armor Sage Scholar! He is the only Double Armor Sage Scholar in the ten nations! He is the only person who has been chosen by the Saint! He is also the 'First Talent in the ten nations' personally conferred by the Half-saint! Since the fourth month, there has been a poet on the Sage Path every month. He is also the first person in all four literatures! He is … "
The emcee did not use any overly embellished words. Instead, he recited Fang Yun's achievements and reputation as if he was reading from a book. These achievements were more real than any words. As he spoke, everyone fell silent.
Even those who knew Fang Yun very well were shocked to hear so many achievements from the emcee.
After the emcee finished, no one spoke. It was still quiet.
The Literary Name Emperor of Kong City.
With one person present, no one dared to speak!
After a long while, someone spoke. The emcee walked past Fang Yun and walked towards Zong Wude, ready to introduce the fifth person.
Just as the emcee stopped, an impassioned sound that was as deep as a war drum suddenly sounded from below the stage. It formed a thunderous sound that reverberated through the sky of Kong City.
"Fang Yun, I admit that I have underestimated you."
Everyone within a five-kilometer radius felt an invisible force descending.
Everyone was silent.
Fierce Suppression of the entire city.
However, unlike the admiration everyone had for Fang Yun before, many of the guests looked coldly at Xiong Jun. Some of the members of the Sage Clans and scholars did not hide their disgust for him at all.
Fang Yun still smiled and said, "You are too polite, Xiong Jun."
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