Fang Yun had bought all the detailed information about the mist butterfly from the Dragon Head Spirit Bone. It was almost impossible for the human race to know about this.
The mist butterfly was still lying on the ground, trembling in fear. However, when it saw the sacred fruit, it immediately spread its wings and flew towards it. It circled the sacred fruit and danced in front of Fang Yun. It kept making "faint" sounds, as if it was begging for something.
Fang Yun asked in the demon language, "Are you willing to follow me?"
The mist butterfly let out a faint cry and flapped its wings. Fang Yun immediately felt a chill between his eyebrows. Then, he used his divine consciousness to enter the literature palace. He found a mist butterfly formed by his divine consciousness on the shoulder of his statue, sleeping quietly.
Fang Yun left the literature palace and saw that the mist butterfly had landed on the sacred fruit and was slowly gnawing on it.
"What is this?" Yan Yukong asked.
Li Fanming rushed to say, "This is the sacred fruit! I didn't expect this thing to attract the mist butterfly. "
"I see. The Fierce King had used all his means to get the mist butterfly. He had no choice but to let Liu Zizhi appear. However, although you have a reason to kill Liu Zizhi, I'm afraid that others will take the opportunity to stir up trouble, especially the Liu family. "
Fang Yun said slowly, "I originally didn't want to kill Liu Zizhi, but sometimes, it's better to take the direct route than the indirect route! Gyeongo's scholars have bullied Jingguo too much. I swear that I will fight a state with literature! This Liu Zizhi dared to collude with the Fierce King to harm me. I must kill him! "
"It's better to take the direct route than the indirect route. It sounds powerful now," Zong Wude said.
Fang Yundao said, "Since I already know that Liu Zizhi and the Fierce King conspired to harm me, I must kill him quickly. Then, I will obtain the mist butterfly and let others know of my methods. If I use the sacred fruit to lure the mist butterfly, it will be the indirect route. I will be at a disadvantage! My path to becoming a scholar and a scholar is the indirect route. However, my path to becoming a high scholar and my future path, if necessary, will be the direct route! "
"Fang Yun, you are a role model for all scholars. However … sigh, I won't say more." Zong Wude looked troubled and shut his mouth.
Everyone was curious and didn't understand what he said. However, Fang Yun, Yan Yukong, and the others understood.
The Miscellaneous School Zong Sheng's futile attempt to join forces with the Barbarian Tribe to deal with the Demon Tribe was a classic example of "seeking something in a roundabout way". However, Fang Yun said that he would rather obtain something in a straightforward way. If Zong Wude praised him too much, it would be tantamount to attacking his own Divine Path.
"Moreover, I'm afraid that the Fierce King will take the risk out of desperation." Fang Yun revealed the main reason why he did not use the holy fruit to attract the mist butterflies.
"You also have Holy Fruit?" Li Fanming asked doubtfully.
Fang Yun took out the holy fruit that the Elder of Brushes had secretly given him.
Wu Die, who had been gnawing on another holy fruit, suddenly raised her head and looked left and right. He grabbed the first holy fruit and placed it on top of the other holy fruit. Then, he started to eat slowly. It was obvious that he wanted to finish it all.
Everyone smiled.
Sun Naiyong nodded and said, "From a militarist's point of view, your move caught them off guard and was the best strategy. If the Fierce Monarch sees a flaw in your plan, you will not be able to escape. Or, if you use the sacred fruit to attract the Mist Butterfly, with the Fierce Monarch's temperament, he will either snatch the Mist Butterfly and escape, or he will ambush and kill you. The gains do not make up for the losses. If you don't mention it. I might need some time to think it through. You have such a clear view of the situation. Your achievements will definitely be far above mine. "
Everyone was enlightened. They finally understood why Fang Yun killed Liu Zizhi first and then chased the Fierce Monarch away. It was to eliminate all potential factors.
"If it was me, I would probably use the holy fruit to lure the Mist Butterfly and rely on more moonlight essence to win against Liu Zizhi. But, I forgot that the Fierce Monarch is by my side and will definitely lose the Mist Butterfly. If the Fierce Monarch obtains the Mist Butterfly, he will be like a tiger that has grown wings. We will not be able to stop him. "
Mo Shan suddenly said, "Wait, a tiger that has grown wings? Do you guys think that the Fierce Monarch wants to use his avatar to snatch the Mist Butterfly? If he has the Mist Butterfly's avatar, the Fierce Monarch will not only be like a tiger that has grown wings, he will be like a fish that has transformed into a dragon! "
Fang Yun was also startled. He did not think of this possibility. But Mo Shan was a direct descendant of the Mo Clan. She must have known some secret.
Sun Naiyong could not help but wipe the cold sweat on his forehead and said, "It is all thanks to Fang Yun. If Fang Yun was really too pedantic and kept Liu Zizhi alive, the consequences would be unimaginable if the Fierce Monarch's avatar took over the Mist Butterfly! Once the Mist Butterfly's avatar matures, who in the same literary realm can defeat the Fierce Monarch? After obtaining the Mist Butterfly and being able to enter the Demon Ancestor's sect, the Fierce Monarch will probably restrain himself and choose another divine path. If he really becomes a Half-saint, those families that he has harmed can only swallow their grievances. "
"Even if the Fierce Monarch restrains himself, his ferocity is still there. Don't forget that the Meng Clan has enemies everywhere. If he becomes a saint, although it will be a blessing, it will also be a great disaster. "
"If the Fierce Monarch only wants to take things by force, I am not worried that he will kill wantonly after becoming a saint. But if he poisons Fang Yun, then if we obstruct him, I am afraid we will be killed by him."
"That is true! If it is Fang Yun, then it will be different. Even if we have a conflict with Fang Yun's ideas, as long as we do not harm Fang Yun, he will tolerate us. The grudge between Wu De and Fang Yun is even greater than that of the Liu Clan, but the two still treat each other with respect. "
Zong Wu De rolled his eyes at that person and said, "I am not as good as Fang Yun in poetry. If we really fight, it seems that my chances of winning are not big. I would be stupid to be enemies with Fang Yun! I will just watch the fight between him and the ancestor. I am too lazy to intervene. "
Everyone laughed. If everyone was like Zong Wu De, then the world would be peaceful. But how could people's hearts and temperaments be the most complicated?
"The giant door is about to close. We can go in together."
"Let's go!"
Fang Yun said to the Demon Kings of the Star Demon Barbarians, "Thank you, Demon Kings."
The Tiger Demon King coldly snorted and said, "If we are in trouble in the future, just help us."
Fang Yun was puzzled. It was almost impossible for him to come to the Holy Ground in the future. He did not understand what the Tiger Demon King meant.
"If we meet, we will definitely help," Fang Yun said.
The Tiger Demon King nodded and did not say anything else.
Everyone walked through the bronze door one after another.
"Not good! Everyone be careful! This is … "
As soon as Fang Yun entered the bronze door, he heard Li Fanming's voice in front of him. Then, the voice was covered by the sound of the fierce wind. His body and the wheelchair fell down in midair.
In front of him was a dim yellow. Sand and stones flew everywhere. Fang Yun had to squint his eyes. The stones and fine sand kept hitting his body.
Behind him, Niu Shan shouted, "Your Majesty, I will hold onto the wheelchair tightly. Don't be afraid!"
"Okay!" Fang Yun shouted and released the power of the Ode of Mountains. A translucent protective force surrounded him and Niu Shan.
Strands of strange wind passed through the power of the Ode of Mountains without any hindrance and penetrated into the literary palace. Although it was very weak, it was still enough to kill an ordinary scholar. One had to use the power of literary courage to resist it. If this were to continue for a long time, one would eventually run out of energy.
"We are about to land!" Niu Shan shouted as his blood and Qi surged. He lifted Fang Yun's wheelchair and landed steadily on the ground. Fang Yun jumped out of the wheelchair and landed on the sand. He then retracted the protection of the Ode of Mountains.
A strong wind blew, and sand and stones hit his face. Fang Yun had no choice but to cover his face with his hands and lower his head to avoid being blown away by the wind. If an ordinary person were to be in such a strong sandstorm, even if there was no strange wind, they would be beaten to death by the continuous flow of sand and stones.
Fang Yun did not have much Qi. Since the wind could not hurt him, he did not use a poem. Furthermore, there was a strange wind in the air. Even if a High Scholar could avoid it, he would not be able to avoid it forever.
After observing for a while, Fang Yun confirmed that he was in the middle of a desert.
Niu Shan shouted, "Your Majesty, do you need me to carry you?"
"No need. Remember this place. Slowly search the surroundings. If they are not stupid, they will definitely wait for us. "Fang Yun shouted. He looked at the fog butterfly and realized that all the wind was avoiding it. It had been eating the sacred fruit and had already eaten half of it.
"Alright! I will take the front and you take the back. Let's search together. " Niu Shan restrained his blood and Qi. This level of sand and stones did not hurt or itch him. He only used the most basic blood and Qi to block the strange wind.
After the two of them walked for a while, the other two Barbarian Ox Generals and the Demonic Dog General hurried over. The three Barbarians and one Demonic Dog formed a high wall in front. Fang Yun followed behind, greatly reducing the pressure on him. After a while, the four Barbarian Soldiers caught up. The group quickened their pace and soon met Li Fanming and the others. Li Fanming was carrying the rabbit and walking with difficulty.
"Fanming!" Fang Yun shouted.
Li Fanming turned around and saw Fang Yun. It was as if he had seen his family. He hurriedly ran over and stood beside Fang Yun.
"It's good to have more moonlight. With the Barbarians to block the wind and sand, comparisons are odious!" Li Fanming said. The big rabbit nodded vigorously on his back.
Fang Yun and the rest searched for the others. Not long after, they met up with each other. Everyone here was a High Scholar and would not be affected by the sandstorm. Even though the sandstorm here was ten times stronger than the one in Saint Origin, it was not difficult for them to navigate.
The group was unable to determine the direction, but the few who were proficient in the "Book of Changes" took turns divining. The results were very messy, but in the end, they decided to move in the direction of the wind.
With the Barbarians blocking the wind, the group was able to walk with ease. However, the strange wind did not stop. The group would occasionally chat, but the more they talked, the more pessimistic they became.
"In at most four hours, my Literary Courage will be depleted!"
"I might be faster than you by fifteen minutes."
"We don't even know where we are now."
"Isn't the Fog Butterfly able to control the strange wind and the weak water?"
The group looked at Fang Yun. Fang Yun helplessly said, "The Fog Butterfly is eating the sacred fruit. Let's wait for a while."
After fifteen minutes, the Fog Butterfly finished eating the sacred fruit. It cried out faintly before burrowing into Fang Yun's chest and never came out again.
Fang Yun paused for a moment before realizing that the strange wind had disappeared. There were no longer any strange winds attacking his Literary Palace. He could vaguely feel that the Fog Butterfly was absorbing the strange winds around it.
"Eh? Where's the Fog Butterfly? "Someone shouted.
"It's asleep. It seems to be digesting the power of the sacred fruit." Fang Yun helplessly replied.
The group knew that the sacred fruit was special. They sighed a few times before continuing on their journey.
After walking for more than two hours, the sandstorm was still raging. The color of the sky was getting darker, and the group was getting quieter.
"Ai, who would have thought that we would survive in the Saint Origin, only to be blown to death by the wind when we reach the Demonic Ancestral Sect. What a pity." Li Fanming was complaining when a snoring sound came from behind. Fang Yun turned around and saw that the rabbit had actually fallen asleep.
"Disappointing thing. I used my Literary Courage to protect you, but you fell asleep!" Li Fanming said hatefully.
The rabbit could not hear him and continued to sleep.
Suddenly, the Dog Demon General changed his direction and growled, "Not good, something is chasing us from the side!"
"Prepare for battle!"
The group immediately looked in the direction the Dog Demon General was facing. They put down their clothes and prepared for battle. Even Fang Yun was slightly nervous. This was the Demonic Ancestral Sect. No one could say for sure how strong the power was.
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