A great scholar of the Five Realms was a literary master.
Not to mention a small place like the Ancient Land of the Sea Cliff, even in the Saint Origin World, a literary master could do whatever he wanted.
Furthermore, if a literary master of a country went against the decree of the country's monarch, the monarch would at least temporarily withdraw the decree and wait for the right time to announce it again, or even change it completely.
Half-saint was too high up, and literary masters were too rare. Therefore, in the eyes of most scholars, the literary master of a country was a literary master.
In front of the Holy Temple of the Sea Cliff, a literary master of a country was sent flying by Fang Yun's slap.
"You …" The literary master thought that he could use his talent qi and Heaven Earth Yuan Qi to stop himself, but Fang Yun had already taken control of the Holy Temple and directly sealed his literary palace.
As a result, the literary master fell to the ground like a helpless chicken. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and blood flowed out.
All the scholars present were stunned for a moment, especially those near Fang Yun. They all felt that Fang Yun had just exuded an unusual aura.
Like an emperor or a monarch, he had a holy aura.
No one expected Fang Yun to be so angry, but after thinking about it carefully, they came to a realization.
Fang Yun was not only Xusheng, but also the ruler of politics!
What was politics?
Restraining the monarch and his ministers, governing the people, it was the most tyrannical path of the human race.
Offending Fang Yun was equivalent to offending the entire politics, it was like a criminal offending the monarch of a country. If Fang Yun compromised and tolerated it, how could he be the ruler of politics?
Therefore, it was not that Fang Yun was not tolerant, it was the politics that did not care!
"Who are you …" The literary master's mouth was full of broken teeth and blood, he could not speak clearly. He lay on the ground and did not dare to move, he only looked at Fang Yun angrily.
However, after a moment, he hurriedly touched the official seal beside him, he was obviously reading a letter.
After familiarizing himself with it, he was stunned.
After Jing Liren sent the letter to his uncle, Wen Zong, he continued to kneel on one knee and said helplessly, "Fang Xusheng, I hope you can forgive my uncle. As you can see, he has been cultivating in front of the Wenqu Star fragment and doesn't know your identity. As the saying goes, the ignorant are not guilty."
"From now on, don't let him step into Notre-Dame!"
Fang Yun did not continue to pay attention to Wen Zong.
Everyone in the Ocean Cliff Ancient Land felt their hearts turn cold.
The reason why the Ancient Land of the Sea Cliff didn't want to be affected by Notre-Dame but had to connect with the Notre-Dame every once in a while was mainly because they wanted to exchange a large amount of resources from the Notre-Dame. Most importantly, they wanted various holy lands for cultivation.
For Jing Wenzong, entering the Notre-Dame's Holy Land to cultivate was the next step he had to take.
However, Fang Yun's words cut off his future.
Fang Yun's status was too high. Since he said so, even if Jing Wenzong went to the Notre-Dame, he would find an excuse to drive him away.
"How can this be …" Jing Wenzong did not dare to fight back. He sat on the ground and muttered to himself.
Fang Yundao said, "If you want to blame someone, blame your Jing Yuanhu." After that, Fang Yun looked down at Jing Yuanhu who was kneeling in front of him.
Jing Yuanhu's expression changed. There was fear, shame, anger, and so on. At the same time, he tried his best to hide his madness and hatred.
Jing Yuanhu was a genius since birth. He was the best candidate for the future head of the Jing family. When had he ever been humiliated like this?
At this time, of the three Confucian scholars who were cultivating near the Wenqu Star fragment, one went to help Jing Wenzong while the other two walked closer.
One of them had white hair, thin and dark. He had a goatee and a pair of triangular eyes. When he smiled, he looked a little strange. He cupped his hands at Fang Yun and said, "This old man is Mi Yuanhuan. Greetings, Fang Xusheng."
The other one had lost all his hair and half of his teeth. His lips were dry and sunken. He took the pipe away from his mouth and also cupped his hands and said calmly, "This old man is Jing Chengxi. Greetings, Fang Xusheng."
Fang Yun's expression changed slightly when he heard the name.
These two people were famous even in the Saint Origin World. Both of them were over ninety years old. More than sixty years ago, they first came to the Saint Origin World from the Ancient Sea Cliff Land to communicate with the human scholars.
In the end, Mi Yuanhuan shocked everyone with his painting and calligraphy skills, suppressing his peers. Jing Chengxi, on the other hand, was even more extraordinary. He had obtained miracles from the Myriad World Sand, and all of his self-created battle poems were extremely powerful. He had even once created a battle poem that was handed down from the Hanlin Academy.
Every few years, the two of them would go to Saint Origin World. Every time, they would be able to outshine their peers. After they became Grand Scholars, they began to cultivate their minds and stopped competing with other scholars. Only then did their literary reputation gradually fade away.
Fang Yun looked carefully. Both of them were now at the peak of the Master Literati level. Soon, they might be able to become Literary Giants because of the arrival of the Era of Emperors.
In fact, there were Master Literati everywhere in the human race whose strength had skyrocketed. This proved that the Era of Emperors was real.
"The two heroes of the Ancient Sea Cliff, I have heard a lot about you. Just now, I was looking at the Wenqu Star fragment at the door. Both of you had your backs to me, so I didn't recognize you. "Fang Yun answered politely.
Everyone felt that the two's expressions and tone were a little strange.
The atmosphere in front of the temple turned cold.
When Jing Yuanhu saw Jing Chengxi, his eyes turned red. He choked and said, "Third Grandpa, I've already admitted my mistake, but …"
Jing Chengxi looked at Jing Yuanhu with a kind gaze and nodded. "Our Jing Family is not unreasonable. You killed a member of the Water Tribe without knowing the truth. You should admit your mistake and negotiate with the Water Tribe later. You should compensate them accordingly. You have offended Fang Xusheng with your words. You have knelt and admitted your mistake. You can get up now! Our Jing family has never had a disciple who knelt in the Ancient Sea Cliff! "
At the end, Jing Chengxi's tone became colder and colder.
"Yes, Third Grandpa!" Jing Yuanhu didn't even look at Fang Yun. He stood up and stood behind Jing Chengxi with his head lowered and his fists clenched.
Jing Chengxi looked at Fang Yun. He took a puff from his pipe and smiled kindly. "Fang Xusheng, the Jing family has made a mistake. We admit our mistake and accept our punishment. However, please return the fragment of the Literati Star to the Alliance of Sea Cliff! "
As Jing Chengxi spoke, he slowly took out a round jade pendant from his waist. He touched it slowly as if it was a habit he had accumulated over the years.
The moment he touched the jade pendant, everyone felt that Jing Chengxi's aura changed.
In the past, Jing Chengxi looked like an old man with some status. But now, Jing Chengxi looked like a ferocious beast that was old but still as mighty as ever.
That jade pendant had a holy aura!
The Holy Temple couldn't suppress his aura!
Jing Yuanhu lowered his head. His gaze fell on the jade pendant. The corner of his mouth curved into a thin arc.
Fang Yun said, "Is there any law in the Infinite Worlds that states that the fragment of the Literati Star belongs to you? If I remember correctly, the fragment of the Literati Star first fell in the Merfolk Sea. It belongs to the Merfolk Sea. This item should be in the custody of the current master of the Sea Cliff Water Tribe, Wen Xing Long Jue, who is also me. "
Jing Chengxi smiled and said, "You remembered wrongly. The waters where the fragment of the Literati Star fell have long belonged to the Alliance of Sea Cliff."
"Not anymore." Fang Yun said naturally.
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