The moment Fang Yun took out the Blood of the Dragon Saint, an aura as vast as the ocean instantly spread throughout the entire garden. The entire garden was glowing with azure sea light, the raging waves seemed to be in front of the eyes, and the sound of storm and thunder seemed to be in the ears.
The ten university scholars felt their knees go weak and they almost fell to the ground, and their heads lowered involuntarily.
"Dragon... Blood of the Dragon Saint!" Lian Pingchao was horrified, because he felt a strong murderous intent from the blood of the Dragon Saint. That murderous intent seemed to devour the world and destroy everything.
"The owner of this drop of Dragon Saint Blood is definitely still alive. This is the real blood of Dragon Saint!" After Yun Zhaochen finished speaking, he wanted to raise his head to take a closer look at the real blood of Dragon Saint, but he found that he couldn't raise his head at all. There was a mysterious force that made the rules, and the Grand Scholar of the Xuemang Ancient Land was not qualified to see it!
The ten grand secretaries not only seemed to see raging storms in front of their eyes, but also felt raging storms in their hearts.
The blood of the living Dragon Saint is the true blood of the Dragon Saint, which is far superior to the blood of the dead Dragon Saint. Not everyone can possess it. If one possesses it by despicable means, even if one is in a place where the starlight is cut off and is separated by a hundred realms, the Dragon Saint will know it and can kill one with just a thought.
Even if you are a disciple of the Saint Family, don't even think about getting the Dragon Saint's True Blood, because the Dragon Saint's True Blood contains the bloodline power of the Dragon Saint. If you give it to others, it is very likely that you will expose your own power and be targeted by the enemy.
A person with the true blood of the Dragon Saint must not only gain the trust of the dragon clan, but also make great contributions to the dragon clan.
Fang Yun looked at the dark yellow blood of the East China Sea Dragon Saint in front of him. There was a faint shadow of a green dragon in the blood.
The phantom of the green dragon first looked down at the Evil-Suppressing Well, then let out an ancient dragon roar.
"Ah..."
The sound spread to the ruins of Dragon City for thousands of miles.
There are surprises everywhere.
After the Azure Dragon let out a long roar, it flew into the Dragon King's dragon ball along with the Dragon Saint's true blood. Then the dragon ball suddenly exploded with flashing light.
Fang Yun narrowed his eyes instinctively, and the ten university scholars not far away were hit hard, flying backwards and falling to the ground. The ten war poems and dragon horses disappeared.
The ten people struggled desperately to get up, but the invisible power pressing down on their heads prevented them from standing up. In the end, they could only sit on the grass about a foot high.
"This is the power of the Holy Throne. Even just a drop of blood is enough to make us not even qualified to watch or stand."
"Zhaochen, tell me the truth. Who is this Yun Fang... no, this Fang Yun?" Qiu Meng finally couldn't help it.
The others were silent. Obviously, they had guessed that Yun Fang was Fang Yun, but they did not know Fang Yun's specific identity in Shengyuan Continent.
Yun Zhaochen shook his head slightly and said nothing.
"Zhaochen, you can at least reveal something, even just a little bit." Ye Fangge said.
Yun Zhaochen pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "This old man...is of a lower status."
Lian Pingchao's expression changed drastically.
Yun Zhaochen's status among the great scholars of the Xuemang Ancient Land is definitely in the top ten, and no one would say anything even if he were in the top five. His status is not much different from Wei Huangan and Mo Yao, otherwise he would not have led a team to enter the ruins of Dragon City.
In terms of honorary status, the university scholars in the Xuemang Ancient Land are indeed not as good as those in the Shengyuan Continent, but in terms of actual status, these university scholars all have dragon pattern rice, and their status is definitely higher than that of ordinary university scholars in the Shengyuan Continent.
Even so, Yun Zhaochen actually said that his status was low and he was not qualified to reveal even a little information about Fang Yun. This was enough to show that Fang Yun's status was not only higher than that of a university scholar, but even higher than that of a great scholar!
"Is this the son of a half-saint?" Lian Pingchao asked tentatively.
"Don't ask. I won't say a word about him. In short, if he dies in the Blood Mang Ancient Land, the entire Blood Mang Ancient Land will be buried with him!" When Yun Zhaochen spoke, he deliberately glanced at Lian Pingchao.
Lian Pingchao shuddered with fear, then said angrily: "If his status is so high, why is he wanted?"
Yun Zhaochen said calmly: "If it involves a dispute over the Holy Path, killing people in a place like the Blood Mang Ancient Land is the cleanest way."
Lian Pingchao was startled again and asked, "He... He is a Hanlin, and he is involved in the dispute of the Holy Way?"
Yun Zhaochen did not answer, and the university scholars continued to sit on the grass in a daze.
After the Dragon King's dragon ball exploded, a ten-foot-long green dragon emerged from it, nodded slightly to Fang Yun, rushed into the water, and disappeared, leaving only the spreading ripples.
Afterwards, a thick layer of white fog appeared above the pool, only about a foot thick, completely covering the pool.
Fang Yun took a close look at the pool, turned his horse around and rode back, and was surprised to find that the ten university scholars were standing up from the ground, and Zhan Shilongma was gone.
The ten university scholars looked embarrassed and spoke out one after another in the form of war poems.
When the ten people remounted the War Poetry Dragon Horse, Fang Yun arrived nearby.
Yun Zhaochen smiled and said, "Did you get the things from the pond?"
"Don't mention it. There is nothing. I also wasted a drop of Dragon Saint blood and the Dragon King's dragon ball." Fang Yun said regretfully, but his expression was calm. He didn't think that losing the precious holy blood and dragon ball was a big deal.
"That... no, that Dragon Saint aura just now, which Dragon Saint does it belong to?" Lian Pingchao asked cautiously.
"From the Dragon Saint of the East China Sea." Fang Yun said.
The ten university scholars showed a look of realization. No wonder the dragon power was so strong, much stronger than ordinary holy blood. If it was the Dragon Saint of the East China Sea, it would make sense. After all, the Dragon Saint of the East China Sea was known as the strongest of the dragon clan, and he could even rival ordinary great saints.
"What's in the pool?" Liu Shan'a couldn't help but ask.
"Honestly, I don't know either. I only know that if I want to survive, I can only do what the inscription says." Fang Yun said helplessly.
"I'll give you the dragon clan inscription so that the pearl won't be covered in dust. There shouldn't be any danger anymore, right?" Yun Zhaochen asked.
Fang Yun frowned, recalling the contents of the inscription, and said: "Things from the ancient times are either dead or gone. Anything that can survive to this day is not ordinary, so you must be more careful. In short, if nothing unexpected happens, nothing will happen."
"Well, after all, it is the Dragon Clan's Sin Palace, so there won't be any accidents. Then shall we go into the flower bed together now?" Yun Zhaochen asked.
"Okay." Fang Yun looked back at the Evil-Suppressing Well shrouded in thick fog.
Fang Yun and the six others were about to move forward when Lian Pingchao's voice rang out.
"Yun Fang, can you take us into the flower bed?"
Fang Yun looked at Lian Pingchao in surprise, seeing his stiff smile.
Lian Pingchao smiled and explained, "You said that each person can only bring one sacred plant. The four of us will go in and take out four plants. Two will be given to you, and the other two will be divided equally among the four of us. What do you think?"
"I don't have the energy to write more holy edicts." Fang Yun said and was about to leave.
"Hey... don't leave in such a hurry. Although I misunderstood you before, it's not my fault. You are a Hanlin, so I naturally have to doubt you. If you were a university scholar, how could I doubt you? Isn't it enough for me to admit my mistake?" Lian Pingchao said without skipping a word.
"It is a great virtue to admit one's mistakes and correct them. Even a university scholar will be able to make further progress in literary status in the future." After Fang Yun finished speaking, he kicked his horse's belly and rushed towards the flower bed.
Lian Pingchao stayed where he was in embarrassment.
(To be continued.)