The Path of the Sage

Chapter 1171: No talk of friendship!

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The ten grand secretaries had different expressions, and the atmosphere in the side hall seemed a little weird.

Everyone in the Xuemang Ancient Land knows that the strength of the dragon clan will inevitably drop sharply if they enter here, and even if they occasionally enter, they will leave quickly. But even so, no one here looks down on the dragon clan.

The dragon clan was once the master of all worlds, and might even be the most powerful among the three major clans: dragon clan, ancient monsters, and barbaric monsters.

The ancient monsters were truly surpassed by the barbarians, and the dragon clan failed because the Ancestral Dragon left. Even the nine sons of the Ancestral Dragon did not participate in the battle with the ancient monsters.

Even the ancient demon saints admit that if the Ancestral Dragon is around, the ancient demons will submit to him forever!

When the ancient demon rebelled, the first slogan he raised was "The Ancestral Dragon has abandoned the Dragon Clan. The Dragon Clan is no longer the orthodoxy in the world."

Even though the dragon clan has fallen to its lowest point, no one dares to underestimate them.

A Hanlin actually dared to say that he would go to the Dragon Clan to ask for divine objects. This is no longer just bragging, but trampling on the dignity of the Dragon Clan.

Only Yun Zhaochen's expression was different. Unlike the others, he was suspicious. Instead, he was shocked again. He believed what Fang Yun said!

The temper of the dragon clan is well known to the world. If they don't like someone, they will ignore the semi-saints of the human race. But now Fang Yun can say those words, which makes Yun Zhaochen understand that Fang Yun's relationship with the dragon clan is not ordinary deep, and he may even get the full support of the Dragon Palace.

Some of the other nine grand secretaries were skeptical, some didn't believe it at all, and some even lowered their heads slightly, as if they were afraid that others would see their true thoughts in their eyes.

Lian Pingchao looked at Fang Yun, sighed softly, and said: "Yun Fang, Yun Fang, some things, even your origins, have been guessed by everyone. Yes, you have the Holy Page, Holy Blood, and even other divine objects. Although we don't know your status. But I'm afraid that our ten university scholars combined are not as good as you. But you said such a thing, a Hanlin dared to go to the Dragon Palace to ask for divine objects, it's too much."

Qiu Meng sighed and said, "Yun Fang, I am a military strategist and I have a straightforward personality, please don't blame me. Your tone is against the etiquette of scholars. If the old scholars in the Saint Academy's Etiquette Hall knew about it, they would probably imprison you directly."

Hearing the ceremony hall, Fang Yun smiled slightly. Before entering the ancient land of Xuemang, the "old scholars" in the ceremony hall did not hesitate to rebuke the head of the Lei family and even the head of the Zong family for their own sake. The head of the Zong family, Zong Ganyu, was the biological son of Zong Sheng.

"The Li Hall won't blame me." Fang Yun told the truth.

Qiu Meng shook his head gently, sighed, and his face was full of disappointment.

Yun Zhaochen secretly sent a message to Fang Yun: "Forget it, don't get angry with people like Lian Pingchao. Your identity should not be made public if it can be kept secret. However, it is estimated that it will not be covered up for long. Now there are six sub-saint families, and they are still cautious about what they do. Once the people of the sub-saint families leave and the matter of the Five Dragons Palace is over, all parties will inevitably show their true colors."

"I understand." Fang Yun replied via voice transmission.

Then, Fang Yun glanced at the ten university scholars. He took out his usual Wenbao fan, gently waved it in front of his chest, and asked with a smile: "No matter how you look at me, I will decide on the Dragon Clan Inscription. Who objects?"

Lian Pingchao secretly looked at the others. He found that most of them were silent, and immediately showed anxiety. It seemed that everyone knew that they had to rely on Fang Yun to continue to go deeper into the Sin Palace. Although this inscription was precious, it was not enough to turn against Fang Yun.

Lian Pingchao coughed lightly and said, "Yun Fang, I'm not against it, I just want to talk to you about reason. You did have a contribution in entering the ruins of Dragon City, but if it weren't for us, you would probably be killed by monsters or other scholars on the way. If our team has ten contributions, then you can only account for three at most. Is this correct? "

"It's less." Fang Yun restrained his smile and looked normal.

Lian Pingchao said, "Okay, I'll make a concession. Even if you take half of the credit, you can't just take these inscriptions. How about this? I just counted, there are 280 inscriptions here. Even if they are cheap, one inscription is worth 100 catties of dragon-patterned rice, which means that these inscriptions are equivalent to 28,000 catties of dragon-patterned rice. You can take so much dragon-patterned rice just like that. Since you take half of the credit, you can take 140 inscriptions for free, but for the other 180 inscriptions, you can exchange them for 14,000 catties of dragon-patterned rice or items of equivalent value. How about that?"

Qiu Meng nodded slightly and said, "Brother Pingchao's suggestion is very good."

The rest of the grand secretaries remained silent, but at least more than half of them approved of this method of exchange.

Fang Yun once again glanced at all the Grand Secretaries and nodded, "Please vote. As long as five people agree to this distribution, I will exchange the dragon-patterned rice for the inscription."

"I agree!" Lian Pingchao said.

"I agree as well." Qiu Meng said.

"I also support Mr. Ping Chao." said Qu An, one of the four people rescued.

Sun Zhanfan, who was also rescued, looked at Qu An. A hint of anger flashed in his eyes, and then disappointment appeared.

Qu An's eyes became confused and he turned his head away, not daring to look at Sun Zhanfan.

"I agree too," said Tan Hemu.

"There are four now, and we are still missing one. You don't need to worry about anything. If you are not satisfied, please feel free to raise it." Fang Yun said.

The other six grand secretaries remained silent. Some of them were obviously hesitant, but none of them opened their mouths.

Lian Pingchao said hurriedly: "Everyone, human feelings are human feelings, but treasures are treasures and cannot be confused. At this time, we should consider this matter from an absolutely neutral position. We should thank Yun Fang, but we have already given him 140 inscriptions for nothing. Can you be willing to throw away thousands of kilograms of dragon-patterned rice?" Wucuo Novel Network does not skip words.

Still no one spoke.

After a long while, Fang Yun nodded and said, "In fact, what Grand Secretary Lian said is correct. This distribution plan does not need to consider personal relationships. It is very fair. If the six Grand Secretaries who disagree do not need my Yunfang's favor, you can stand up and say it. It's fine. Without personal relationships, we are still teammates."

As Fang Yun spoke, he looked at the six university scholars.

Ye Fangge, who never smiled, said seriously: "I feel that compared with several thousand kilograms of dragon-patterned rice, the friendship with Yun Fang is more important. Even if five people agree in the end, I don't want the dragon-patterned rice. I want Yun Fang's favor."

Fang Yun was amused by Ye Fangge's statement and said half-jokingly: "Mr. Fangge, I think you made a profit."

"Yeah, I also think I made a lot of money." Ye Fangge said seriously.

Yun Zhaochen smiled and said, "Dragon Pattern Rice is a good thing, but I think Yun Fang's favor is more valuable. Please forgive me for being too mercenary. I don't want to lose money."

"I have a clear conscience taking other people's dragon-patterned rice, but I cannot take Yun Fang's dragon-patterned rice. It is too hot and burns my heart." Sun Zhanfan said.

The six university scholars were reluctant to agree.

Fang Yun smiled and said, "Six, if I agree, then five people agree. I will give each of the four of them 1,400 kilograms of dragon-patterned rice, but I won't give it to the six of you. The six of you don't think about it again? That's 1,400 kilograms of dragon-patterned rice."

The six remained silent.

"Okay! Four Grand Secretaries, I agree too. It will take effect immediately when there are five of us. From now on, I will only talk business with you four, not friendship!"

(To be continued.)