The palace of the King of Chu was so quiet that one could hear the sound of a pin drop to the ground.
The other three grand secretaries were almost stunned. Although everyone felt that the King of Chu might compromise, they did not expect him to agree so quickly.
Marquis Qingye's eyes were filled with helplessness, and he said, "As for the family wealth hidden by Marquis Qishan, it was a conspiracy with... the third son of Prince Jing. He should be stripped of his title and demoted to a commoner!"
Prince Jing was struck as if by a bolt from the blue. He stared blankly at Marquis Qingye and was speechless for a long time.
The King of Chu looked at the King of Jing with a dark face and said, "Uncle, I need you to sacrifice your relatives for the greater good and don't make things difficult for me!"
Such a naked threat made the other university scholars present frown. The words of the King of Chu had deviated from the relationship between the monarch and his subjects, and such harsh words should not be said in the court.
After a long while, Prince Jing nodded vigorously and said, "I have failed to teach my son well. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me!"
After saying that, Prince Jing turned his head to look at Fang Yun, gnashing his teeth and asking, "How is it, is it enough?"
Fang Yun looked confused and asked, "What are you talking about?"
The King of Chu and the four grand secretaries suddenly felt a headache. They could not follow the thoughts of the Marquis of Zhujiang at all, and had no idea what he meant by this.
Qingye Hou said helplessly: "We are following your instructions and severely punishing the murderer."
"They are not the murderers." Fang Yun said.
The others were puzzled. Could it be that they wanted to turn hostility into friendship and just find a scapegoat
Fang Yun slowly raised his right hand, and finally pointed his index finger at the almighty King of Chu.
"You are." Fang Yun looked directly into the eyes of the King of Chu.
Everyone was shocked and then became furious.
"How dare you, you villain!" The King of Chu slammed the dragon table beside him.
Clank, clank…
The large screens on both sides of the throne were kicked down, and thirty-seven people walked out from them.
Sixteen Hanlin scholars and twenty-one Jinshi scholars.
Everyone kept silent, but their eyes were as sharp as swords and filled with murderous intent.
Fang Yun only felt the hairs on his body trembling slightly, as if a knife was approaching him.
Among these thirty-seven people, each one has already written a poem to hide one's sharp edge, and each one of them can unleash a verbal battle in the next moment.
The four university scholars looked at Fang Yun coldly. Talent and vitality surged around them, and waves of powerful pressure rushed towards Fang Yun, but those powerful forces automatically dissipated one foot away from Fang Yun.
The four of them can take action at any time.
The King of Chu sat on the throne condescendingly, his face as cold as an ice field and his eyes unusually bright.
"Zhang Longxiang, do you think I can't do anything to you?" the King of Chu said sternly.
Fang Yun smiled faintly as he glanced at all the Hanlin scholars and Jinshi candidates one by one, and finally at the four university secretaries.
"Earth chicken and clay dog ears."
Wherever one person is, the army is invincible.
Everyone had an angry look on their face and wanted to take action immediately. This was simply the greatest contempt they had ever suffered in their life.
The King of Chu took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said slowly: "Zhang Longxiang, I will give you one last chance. Are you willing to put aside your past grudges and join hands to help the State of Chu move to a higher level?"
Fang Yun laughed dumbly, looking at the King of Chu with pity, as if he were looking at a wild dog, and said, "Are you worthy enough to join forces with me?"
The King of Chu was so angry that he almost overturned the table, but he finally held back and said, "You know very well that I will never allow someone who has a deep hatred for me to stay in Chu, let alone allow you to leave Chu and go to another country. You only have two choices. One is to let go of the past grudges with me. The other is that I will charge you with the murder of Grand Secretary Gou Bao, destroy your palace and break your courage!"
"Just you?" Fang Yun did not hide his sarcasm.
Prince Jing was furious and said, "Your Majesty, give the order!"
The King of Chu held the jade seal in his hand, slowly stood up, looked down at Fang Yun, and said, "Zhang Longxiang, you are forcing me! The dignity of the King of Chu cannot be insulted!"
Fang Yun put his hands behind his back, looked at the King of Chu quietly, and said: "What a pity, you could have become the first monarch in the history of the literary world, but you destroyed this possibility with your own hands, and even destroyed the royal family of Chu!"
No one present understood what Fang Yun meant by this sentence, but everyone was furious.
"Your Majesty, I have had enough!" Prince Jing shouted.
"Then..." The King of Chu's eyelids drooped slightly, then he raised his head and said loudly, "My dear ministers, listen up. Marquis of Zhujiang Zhang Longxiang is plotting to murder Marquis of Qishan Gou Bao. He harbors evil intentions and refuses to change despite repeated admonitions. He is suspected of betraying the human race just like his father Zhang Wankong! Capture him, regardless of life or death!"
After the King of Chu finished speaking, the jade seal in his right hand suddenly emitted a bright light that shot straight into the sky and echoed with the holy temple in the distance. Then, an unstoppable aura descended from the sky and enveloped the entire palace.
Under that enormous power, everyone present was like small fish in a fish tank.
Then, a light red beam of light descended from the sky and enveloped Fang Yun.
The holy temple is closed.
Even if one is a semi-saint, once he is sealed by the holy temple, he will be unable to move for a short period of time.
However, no one can control the power of the Holy Temple to seal the Semi-Saint now, unless the Sub-Saint comes in person.
Except for the King of Chu, all the scholars opened fire and attacked Fang Yun.
Except for the four grand secretaries, each of the other thirty-seven people used the handed-down war poem "Song of the Sword" to enhance the power of their verbal sparring. At the same time, they used the sword-summoning poem "Song of the Dragon Sword" to double the number of verbal sparring.
A total of seventy-four verbal sparring pairs came at us, as brilliant and glorious as lotus flowers blooming at night.
Contempt and disdain were written all over everyone's face.
The four university scholars did not use the ancient swords of talent in front of them to attack, because they wanted to protect the King of Chu. Moreover, in front of the power of the Holy Temple, Fang Yun was powerless and could not possibly avoid the joint attack of dozens of people.
However, the next moment, except for the talented ancient swords of the four grand secretaries, the verbal sparring between all the other Hanlin and Jinshi stopped in mid-air. At the same time, transparent ripples spread on the vertical plane, as if there was a shield formed by the water surface in front of Fang Yun.
The moment they saw the ripples, everyone's eyes widened in horror.
Boom…
Suddenly, there was a loud thunder in the sky. The sound not only spread throughout the literary world, but also spread throughout the Shengyuan Continent and every place where there was a holy temple.
Afterwards, all the creatures in the literary world looked up at the sky and saw that in the direction of the Chu royal palace, there seemed to be a crack in the sky and earth, as if it was the wrath of God.
The might of heaven is coming.
Inside the palace hall, seventy-four verbal battles slowly changed direction under the invisible but terrifying force, and finally turned 180 degrees.
The original and replica of each verbal sparring sword are pointed at their owner, their former owner.
"Heaven... walks... the teacher... the way..." the King of Chu muttered to himself, his throat almost rusted.
"He is... Fang Xusheng..." Prince Jing looked at Fang Yun in disbelief.
"Yi Zhuan" slowly gathered its power, and the bearded middle-aged Zhang Longxiang transformed into a young man named Fang Yun.
At this moment, whether it was the King of Chu or the four grand secretaries, whether it was the Hanlin or the Jinshi, they suddenly understood why a Zhang Mingzhou appeared in the literary world, suddenly understood why a literary person could write three poems that were passed down from generation to generation in one year, and why a literary person could create a miracle that no one else in the Shengyuan Continent could do.
Because that literary figure is Fang Yun.
(To be continued.)
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