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Chapter 2591

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When Fang Yun said that he was the Lord of Governance, everyone was still doubtful. But when they saw that Fang Yun had taken control of the Sacred Temple, they were all shocked.

From now on, the person with the highest status in the Ancient Cliff Land would be Fang Yun instead of the Patriarch of the Jing Sheng Clan.

Unless the Jing Sheng Clan betrayed him, the entire clan would be traitors!

If the name was right, then the words would follow. If the words followed, then the matter would be settled!

"You … you …" Jing Liren was tongue-tied and didn't know what to say.

The others were also confused, but they could only look at Fang Yun.

This matter was too important. Even Jing Sheng couldn't establish his own Saint Dao. Now that a great scholar had appeared, wouldn't it mean that Fang Yun's achievements would surpass Jing Sheng's in the future?

What kind of status would such a person have in the human race?

Even the Half-saint before they were bestowed couldn't compare to Fang Yun.

How should they deal with such a person? How should they deal with him?

Fang Yun didn't explain his identity and said, "There is still some Sacred Red Sandalwood left. I will add some War Poem Tablets."

Then, everyone watched as Fang Yun used the True Dragon Sword to carve the Red Sandalwood into small tablets. The front of each tablet was engraved with the name of the poem, and the back was engraved with extremely small words.

"Stone Arrow", "Capture the King", "Stormy Dream Battle", "Night Attack", etc., one after another until the last one, "Breaking the Formation".

After carving, Fang Yun hung the War Poem wooden tablet in another side hall.

"Everyone, go in and take a look." Fang Yun smiled as if he was a host showing his collection to his guests.

Everyone's minds were in a mess, and they went in to look at the dozens of War Poems.

Lei Tingyu entered the Ancient Land of Ocean Cliff before Fang Yun was conferred the title of Wen Xing Long Jue. At that time, Fang Yun was only a Jinshi. Only a few people in the Ancient Land of Ocean Cliff knew from Lei Tingyu that there was a young genius called Fang Yun in the Saint Origin World. However, due to his vicious character, they didn't know much about him.

Even though Fang Yun had announced his identity to seize the power of the Holy Temple, they were still somewhat dazed. This was because they could not see how strong Fang Yun was.

However, when they looked at the war poems one after another, from the elementary scholar to the great scholar, they felt a huge impact. The shock in their hearts was indescribable.

Fang Yun had opened the door to a new world for them.

Everyone was like a little boy who had just entered a private school on the first day, looking at everything that was strange yet new to them.

Before they could finish reading, Fang Yun said, "I forgot a poem."

After saying that, Fang Yun wrote Li Wenying's War Poem on the wooden tablet, "Praising Fang Yun", and placed it in the side hall.

The hall is filled with flowers and three thousand guests are drunk, a sword frosts fourteen provinces.

Seeing these two lines, everyone felt a cold light flashed in front of their eyes, and the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air rang in their ears.

They all knew of Li Wenying's great name.

Now, Li Wenying had written such a terrifying war poem just to praise Fang Yun. What kind of status did this Fang Yun have?

Someone muttered softly, "Reciting the battle poems of the Illusionary Divine stage is unprecedented..."

Everyone suddenly felt that Fang Yun had opened another door, and a new world had appeared in front of them.

Jing Liren couldn't help but ask, "When Mr. Tingyu entered the Ancient Land of Ocean Cliff, he said that you had just become a Jinshi and were only sixteen or seventeen years old. Does this mean that you are not yet twenty-five years old?"

Fang Yun nodded.

Everyone fell silent. They didn't want to admit it, but they still felt that Fang Yun had kicked open a third door to a new world.

Only then did some people remember that Fang Yun had said that he had become a Great Scholar at a younger age than Yi Zhishi. This wasn't just a younger age; it was more like he was a generation younger!

"You don't have a good relationship with Mr. Tingyu?" Jing Liren asked.

Fang Yundao: "He was sent here because of me."

Everyone was hesitant. They all knew that from now on, they would have to choose between Fang Yun and the Lei family.

However, if they only chose the stronger side, at least on the surface, there wouldn't be any suspense.

Even if Fang Yun died now, with his status as the Master of the Holy Dao, the Fang family would definitely be conferred the title of a Half-saint family.

The Lei family had a high status in the Dragons, but Fang Yun's status in the Dragons wasn't low either.

"Can you tell us about the changes in the human race over the years?" Jing Liren grasped the crux of the matter.

"Do you really want to know?"

Everyone nodded vigorously.

Fang Yundao: "The changes in the human race over the years are too great. I'll use my divine sense to tell you quickly."

Then, Fang Yun released his divine sense. The information he conveyed in one breath was more than what an ordinary person could convey in an hour.

After a few dozen breaths, everyone stood there in a daze, unable to digest.

Fang Yun was just describing the changes in the human race. He didn't mention anything profound, but they still couldn't accept it in such a short time.

Everything was too unbelievable.

The changes in the human race over the past few years were greater than the changes in the human race over the past hundred years.

They even felt that Fang Yun had kicked open dozens of doors to a new world in one breath.

Then, everyone's reaction was very similar — envy.

They envied the scholars of Saint Origin who could participate in all kinds of grand literary gatherings. They envied the scholars who were the first to see the changes in the human race. They envied the scholars who were constantly improving.

Then, their feelings were very similar — disappointment.

Without any explanation, everyone deeply felt that there was a huge gap between the Ancient Land of Ocean Cliff and Saint Origin World. It was as if they were hundreds of years behind.

They even felt that any scholar of the human race could defeat the scholars of the Ancient Land of Ocean Cliff because they had mastered better and more advanced war poems.

Although the Ancient Land of the Sea Cliff was located in a remote corner, it had always had something to show off. For example, the occasional genius, special divine items, and the mysterious Myriad World Sand. In many aspects, the Ancient Land of the Sea Cliff was unique in the Saint Origin World.

But now, they felt that they had nothing.

Jing Liren asked with difficulty: "How many fragments of the Literary Star do you have?" He couldn't hide the shame and embarrassment on his face.

"It's hard to say, but it's quite a lot."

The word "quite a lot" completely destroyed the little sense of superiority in the hearts of the scholars. Since Fang Yun dared to say it was quite a lot, and Fang Yun had talked about the ownership of the fragments of the Literary Star in Saint Origin World, it meant that Fang Yun definitely had more than three fragments of the Literary Star.

Jing Liren's old face turned red.

The rest of the scholars didn't care about the door to the new world because it wasn't enough.

Fang Yun smiled faintly and said: "Now that we've finished our business, let's talk about Bensei's purpose here …"

Suddenly, Jing Liren's face changed dramatically. Then, he obviously used his official seal to send a letter.

Fang Yun stopped and looked at Jing Liren quietly.

The dignified scholar in purple didn't dare to look at Fang Yun. He wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve. He wanted to say something but stopped.

"Say it." Fang Yundao said.

Jing Liren stuttered: "It, it's like this … No, no, no, please forgive the young people of the Jing family first, Fang Xusheng."

"Say it quickly!" Fang Yundao said.

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