When the black treasure mountain was surrounded and devoured by the various races of the Gods Bestow Mountains and Seas, the Spring Festival, the grandest festival of the Saint Origin World, had finally arrived.
Every household was decorated with lanterns, Spring Festival couplets, stocked up with goods, and started to prepare different delicacies for the Spring Festival.
On this day of celebration, there were also some families who were not so happy.
The families of the great scholars in the Sacred Burial Valley kept everything simple on this New Year's Eve. They spent more time praying than celebrating.
On this day, the most lively place in the entire human race was not the densely populated Kong City or the capital of the ten nations, but the place that was renamed from Baling to Yue Yang.
On the tenth day of the first lunar month, the grand Saint Apricot Literary Gathering would be held here.
The Saint Origin World was vast, and each place was far from each other. This time, there were no Dragons to mobilize the Sea Eye, so scholars from all over the world came many days in advance.
Thus, Yue Yang City was bustling with people, waiting for the Saint Apricot Literary Gathering. They all wanted to fight for a Saint Apricot Blessing and improve their Saint Dao.
To most scholars, the Saint Apricot Literary Gathering was more important than any other literary gathering.
Yue Yang City had long established various literary gatherings. Scholars who were not with their families could not enjoy the reunion. In order to relieve their homesickness, literary gatherings were held everywhere in Yue Yang City.
Gyeongo had three literary gatherings in Yue Yang City. The one set up by the Zong Family was the smallest, but it was the most magnificent. It was a small garden with more than thirty houses.
Unlike other Gyeongo Literary Gatherings, there were not many people in front of the Gyeongo Literary Gathering, but every guest was either rich or noble.
The disciples of the great scholars, the descendants of the elders, the children of the aristocratic families, and the prides of the wealthy families were all dressed in white. The lowest rank of scholar was Jinshi, and there was no one lower than Juren.
Not long after, all the main guests arrived, and the Gyeongo Literary Gathering officially began.
There were not many guests in the main hall of the Literary Gathering, only about forty people. However, the atmosphere was lively, and soon, it was midnight.
However, the host of the gathering, Zong Family's elder Zong Xueyan, was delaying the last step of the gathering, which was to announce the winner.
Most of the people in the hall were calm, and only a few young people were anxious. They did not know what Zong Xueyan was up to.
After midnight, a servant's voice came from outside.
"Welcome, Grand Secretary Ji Anchang."
Some of the young people in the venue looked puzzled, but those over the age of thirty all looked happy and stood up to greet him.
A young man under the age of twenty hurriedly stood up with his elder brother and asked in a low voice, "Big brother, this person's name sounds familiar. Who is he?"
"Have you forgotten the Ji Clan of 'Three Top Scholars in a Family, Father and Son, Four Scholars'?"
"Ah? I remember now! He was the Zhuangyuan from more than twenty years ago. Moreover, he had written a battle poem that was passed down through the generations. He was a world-shocking genius. Not long ago, I went to the Holy Temple to worship him and learned that battle poem. When he went to the Desolate City Ancient Lands, he was still in the Hanlin Academy and I was still young. Now that he is already a Grand Scholar, I can't remember. "
"I say, Mister Zong is acting a little strange today. You actually came here to wait for this person. It seemed that he had other plans. More than twenty years ago, although he was not as good as Li Wenying in terms of literature, he could be called a dragon crossing the river in terms of poetry. Even Duke Jian Mei's stunning "Wind and Rain Sword Poem" was suppressed by him. When he was in the limelight in Gyeongo, he was not inferior to Fang Yun in Jingguo. "
The young man said, "I have also heard about him. After he became a Grand Scholar, he went to the Desolate City Ancient Lands to train himself. He has not appeared in the world for many years. I am afraid that he has already achieved something. But back then, he … "
"Shut up, don't mention what happened back then! As for him, he has not only achieved something. Look at him carefully. Although he is wearing a shabby Grand Scholar's green robe, he is actually a Grand Scholar. "
"What?"
Many people nearby looked at the newcomer.
The man looked to be in his early thirties. He was tall and thin, with a fair face and a kind expression. Even the shabby green robe could not hide his temperament.
Everyone looked over and saw a towering sword mountain in front of them. It was as thick as a mountain and as sharp as a sword.
There was an inch-long scar on the left side of his forehead. It was very deep.
Zong Xueyan was only a Grand Scholar. He walked forward quickly and said with a smile, "Grand Scholar? You have underestimated Xueyan. He is now a Grand Scholar! "
Ji Anchang bowed slightly and said, "Greetings, Senior Brother Xueyan. When the Saint Apricot Literary Gathering is over, this unworthy disciple will go and pay respects to my late teacher!"
The atmosphere of the gathering suddenly froze.
Many people just remembered that a disciple of a famous sect like Ji Anchang often had many teachers. One of his teachers was the Human Clan's Ten Grand Scholars, Qu Hange.
Back then, when Fang Yun fought in Xiangzhou, Qu Hange was the head of the Ten Grand Scholars. In the end, he fought with Fang Yun and died in the hands of Fang Yun. This made Fang Yun famous in Xiangzhou.
Zong Xueyan sighed softly and then suddenly asked, "I wonder what realm Brother Anchang's Li Sword Song has reached?"
Many people were curious. Back then, Li Wenying's Wind and Rain Sword Poem and Li Sword Song were known as the Twin Jade Annals of the Human Clan. Although Li Wenying's Wind and Rain Sword Poem had not been passed down, it had the advantage and its realm was higher. Ji Anchang was young after all, and his Li Sword Song's realm was lower.
"When I entered the Ancient Desolate City, I cultivated my heart and often fought with demons and barbarians. Every time I fought, I would use the Li Sword Song. Now …"
Ji Anchang paused and raised his head slightly.
"I have reached the fourth realm."
Everyone exclaimed.
Ji Anchang smiled and said, "And not long ago, it turned into jade."
Everyone was even more surprised. Wen Yu had only appeared recently, and everyone knew how terrifying Wen Yu was. A fourth realm Grand Scholar's battle poem was equivalent to a Grand Scholar's battle poem, but stronger than a normal Grand Scholar's battle poem. If Wen Yu became a Grand Scholar, it could be said that he was invincible.
Zong Xueyan suddenly exclaimed and said, "Anchang, your aura doesn't seem like a new Grand Scholar."
"I have reached the first realm of body cultivation."
Everyone was silent.
Zong Xueyan laughed after the shock. "Hahaha! Good! Good! Good! Anchang, this Literary Meeting is all on you! It's a pity that Fang Yun is not here. Otherwise, you could first suppress Li Wenying and then suppress Fang Yun. His name would definitely shock the world. "
Ji Anchang shook his head lightly and said, "I have cultivated hard for many years and did not interact with others. Only recently did I know about this Fang Xusheng. This person is indeed better than me when I was young, but he is still too young now. If he was here, although I could not suppress him with my skills, I could still contend against him. As for Li Wenying … "
A complicated expression appeared on Ji Anchang's face. Then, he said with lofty aspirations, "When the Sheng Apricot Literary Meeting is held, it will be the day of his Literary Name's death!"
Those who knew about what happened that year all kept their mouths shut.
That year, when Li Wenying fought against many scholars in Gyeongo, Ji Anchang was full of fighting spirit at first. However, in the last battle, he became timid and fled first. This became a stain in his life.
However, this person was talented and smart. He still managed to become a Grand Scholar. After that, he entered the Desolate City Ancient Land and was determined to defeat Li Wenying. He went to the Ascetic Ancient Land and cultivated his heart. Even when he became a Grand Scholar, he did not show himself. He only returned to the human race after his strength stabilized in the body cultivation realm.
After leaving the Desolate City Ancient Land, he came to Yueyang City immediately. He did not even change into the purple robe of the Grand Scholar. Li Wenying was also Fang Yun's teacher and friend. If he could defeat Li Wenying, not only could he take revenge for being humiliated by Li Wenying, he could also avenge his teacher's death.
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