Strange auras spread in all directions, and the source was Fang Yun’s Holy Voice.
Everyone saw that in the originally blue water, there were actually some subtle golden lights, shimmering like golden fish scales.
Then, the entire Sin-Suppression Hall shook slightly.
Everyone realized something had happened and looked around.
Many university scholars didn't care what was happening in the outside world and focused on studying the saying "give others a taste of their own medicine".
"Fang Xusheng's witty words determine the fate of the world. He speaks well and does well. As scholars, if we are dissatisfied, we can compare our writings, compete with each other, or even fight with each other. But relying on his family background, he throws feces in front of others' doors, and repeatedly throws feces, and makes them eat it. This is the best way to punish them! Only in this way can they remember their mistakes and correct them! This is following Confucius' teachings, and this is the real way to rule people by people!"
"That's right! The best way to rule people is to give them a taste of their own medicine! Fang Xusheng is still too kind. If it were me, since they like to throw manure, I would let them live in the manure pit for ten years!"
"Military strategists always say that our Confucianism is too weak, but Fang Xusheng's words have changed the weak interpretation. Every word is as sharp as a knife, and he understands the true meaning of Confucius! I dare to conclude that this saying will be passed down through the ages and live up to the voice of the saint!"
"No wonder Fang Xusheng had been tolerant before. He is a Xusheng and a Hanlin. Once he speaks the words of the Holy Way, the power contained in it is extremely terrifying. Even if Mo Yao is a university scholar, his literary talent will be affected!"
"Look at Mo Yao."
Everyone saw that Mo Yao's body was shaking slightly, the chains on his body were rattling, his head was shaking along with it, his expression was extremely painful, the wounds on his body were bursting open, and faint blood was spreading in the water.
"What a pity..." Wei Huangan sighed.
"There is nothing to regret. A mere newly promoted Grand Secretary dared to compete with Fang Xusheng for glory, so this is the natural fate."
"Why attack Fang Xusheng when there are so many other options. If he wants to get through this safely, there are only two options. One is to bow down to Fang Yun and admit his mistake, but from now on he will always bow down to Fang Xusheng. Once he develops a rebellious heart, his literary courage will be broken. The other option is to annotate the words of other Confucius, and also gain the sound of the holy way, and be able to refute Fang Xusheng's annotations."
"With Mo Yao's ability, he can't even explain the words of a semi-saint, so how can he explain the words of Confucius, let alone the sound of the holy way."
"He's still holding on and refusing to admit his mistakes. I think... Mo Yao is in great danger."
"This is good, so that the scholars of the Ancient Land of Blood Mang will learn a lesson! Mo Yao must have discovered that Fang Xusheng is now uneasy and seems to be in some strange state. He wants to use this incident to attack Fang Xusheng and damage Fang Xusheng's literary courage and even his saintly way. However, he never thought that Fang Xusheng would use his own method to treat him, causing his own literary courage and saintly way to be damaged."
"Fang Xusheng is really kind-hearted. He was almost forced into a desperate situation. He still didn't want to break Mo Yao's courage. As a result, Mo Yao didn't know the situation, which forced Fang Xusheng to fight back."
As the scholars were discussing, Xiong Tu suddenly shouted, "Why has the power of the Ancestral Emperor decreased?"
Everyone took a closer look. As Xiong Tu said, the power of the Ancestral Emperor that had escaped from the Sin-Suppressing Palace was less than half of its original value. The original ink-like power had decreased a lot.
The demons absorbed less power, which meant it would take longer for them to break free from their chains!
"You bastard! It must be the voice of the Holy Way. Humans and demons cannot coexist. Fang Yun, you beast!" Xiong Sha cursed angrily.
"It's over. What if we die from the punishment?" Xiong Kong was furious.
All the bear demon kings cursed loudly, and the four ancient demon kings looked at each other, and three of them looked at the ancient squid king together.
A look of shame appeared on the face of the Ancient Squid King, and his ten tentacles fluttered gently between the chains. Then, he looked at Mo Yao and cursed, "Waste!"
The scholars in the Xuemang Ancient Land could not understand the ancient demon language, but Meng Jingye and Zeng Yue were both from sub-sage families. Although they could not speak the ancient demon language, they could understand some words.
Meng Jingye frowned and said, "Mo Yao, why did the Ancient Squid King call you a waste, and in a tone of disappointment? Could it be that he used the advantages of the water race to secretly communicate with you, asking you to stir up a dispute with my human race?"
Wei Huangan suddenly realized, "No wonder! No wonder! Mo Yao always makes plans before taking action, rarely attacks others, even to me. But just now he was so aggressive, I always felt strange, now I understand! It turns out that Mo Yao has been bribed!"
"What nonsense!" Lian Pingchao was the most angry.
"After all, Mo Yao is a university scholar. Fang Yun had no intention of killing him, so the Sound of the Holy Way would not cause him so much pain. It seems that it is precisely because he wanted to harm Fang Xu Sheng that the Sound of the Holy Way specifically targeted him! In the eyes of the Sound of the Holy Way, he, like those Ancestral Emperors, poses a threat to Fang Xu Sheng!"
"People may make mistakes in their words, but the Voice of the Word never makes mistakes!"
"I see. What a pity, Brother Mo Yao... is in great danger." Even though Yun Zhaochen had severed his ties with Mo Yao, he did not gloat over his misfortune, but only felt a little regretful.
"I thought this scholar would defeat him, but I didn't expect him to be so stupid as to attack the Void Saint! Mo Yao, Mo Yao, you are smart all your life but foolish for a moment. Do you think all the saints of the human race are blind? Do you think all the scholars of the human race are fools? If Fang Yun didn't have the ability to be crowned as a Void Saint, how could you be the one to do it? The scholars of Shengyuan Continent would have scolded him until his literary courage was shattered! The fact that he can live until now already proves that he is worthy of the title of Void Saint!"
Although Wei Huangan also expressed regret, there was a hint of disappointment in his tone, as if he felt it was a shame to compete with such a person for the first place in Xuemanggu Land.
After Wei Huangan finished speaking, none of Mo Yao's friends refuted, whether it was Tang Jianqiu or Lian Pingchao, they were all speechless. What Wei Huangan said made so much sense. If Fang Yun was easy to get along with, he would not have been forced to the Blood Mang Ancient Land. Wouldn't it be simpler to resolve the issue directly in the Shengyuan Continent?
However, now that the three of them have severed their ties with Yun Zhaochen, they are also breaking off their friendship with Fang Yun. No matter what, it is impossible for them to praise Fang Yun again, let alone bow their heads. Once they bow their heads, they will inevitably feel regret in their hearts, and will most likely lead to self-doubt, which is the most dangerous thing on the path of sainthood.
Tactics like "all is fair in war" and "changing sides" can deceive others, but they cannot deceive yourself. Once you doubt yourself, the foundation of the holy way will gradually collapse.
"Puff..."
Mo Yao's body trembled violently, and then he spat out a large mouthful of blood, like a ball of red mist swirling in the sea, gradually fading.
Click…
A subtle cracking sound spread throughout the sin hall.
The sea water in the sin hall was shaking violently.
"Fang Yun! I will never forgive you!" Mo Yao roared, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he passed out.
Wei Huangan nodded and said, "Yes, the sound is subtle, crisp but not heavy. The sword only has cracks, but no cracks. It can be repaired if there is a chance. It is not a disgrace to the name of the former first university scholar in the Blood Manggu Land. Even if he dies, I will write an obituary for him."
Many university scholars rolled their eyes at Wei Huangan.
(To be continued.)