Even Yi Zhishi, the greatest Confucian scholar of the time, was only at the great perfection state of the second realm of Wendan before he experienced the ritual, music and chime bells. In terms of realm, he was only slightly stronger than Fang Yun now.
Fang Yun looked at Wen Dan and became more confident about the Jinshi Spring Hunt.
This means that as long as he releases the power of Wen Dan, he can directly isolate the demon commander's magic, and consume very little Wen Dan power. Even if an ordinary demon commander uses magic to attack, Fang Yun can block it several times with the power of Wen Dan.
It’s just that Fang Yun’s literary talent is at a sufficient level, but without the tempering of time, his actual strength is much weaker than those great scholars at the same level.
Many great scholars nowadays are only at the second level of Wen Dan, which is similar to Fang Yun's level. However, after decades of tempering, once the power of Wen Dan is released, it is enough to strangle a large number of demon commanders. Fang Yun's Wen Dan is not that sharp, and can barely strangle ordinary demon soldiers.
In other words, Fang Yunwen could kill the scholar with just one move.
"Unfortunately, time is running out. If I had been baptized by the years for decades, my literary courage would be enough to kill the demon commander."
This thought only flashed through his mind, and Fang Yun was not an ungrateful person.
Wen Gong slowly descended. Fang Yun was already satisfied and secretly summarized his own growth in his heart.
Needless to say, Wendan's strength is directly improved by a small level, mainly because the power of those war poems is significantly enhanced.
The strong bow poem "Capturing the King" entered the second level, and the poem "Arrow in the Stone" about killing the enemy entered the third level, making Fang Yun the youngest poet in the world!
Among the Juren battle poems, "Dream Battle in Wind and Rain" is close to the third level, and "Night Raid" is at the second level. In other words, the power of these two Juren battle poems is equivalent to that of Jinshi battle poems!
Among the Jinshi war poems, "Dragon Sword Poem" and "White Horse Hero Poem" are about to enter the second realm. Once they enter, their power will be equivalent to the Hanlin war poems!
Cang Feng's poem "Song of the Precious Sword" was originally in the second realm, and now it is heading towards the third realm. Once it enters the third realm, it is equivalent to the Grand Secretary helping Cang Feng, and the verbal sparring will inevitably trigger a small-scale strange phenomenon.
"Although the White Horse Hero is good, its explosive power is not strong enough. It seems that I still need a very strong Jinshi killing poem. Protection poems and galloping poems are also indispensable. Although I can learn the handed-down war poems in the Holy Temple, their power is ultimately limited."
Wen Gong fell back to his original place and Fang Yun opened his eyes.
Afterwards, Fang Yun sensed an invisible force enveloping him, and with a thought in his mind, he realized that it was the power bestowed by the Holy Court after his statue entered the Void Holy Garden.
So Fang Yun entered the Wen Palace again and looked carefully. He suddenly found that there was an extra layer of glowing robe on the surface of his statue!
This robe exudes a very faint white light. Attached to the surface of the self-statue, it is obviously very simple, as if the light of heaven and earth is gathered on it, containing an indescribable brilliance and glory. If ordinary people see it, they will definitely want to worship it.
Fang Yun looked at the layer of light and guessed that this was the power that only a very small number of great scholars or semi-saints who had made great contributions possessed, the seamless celestial robe.
The Seamless Heavenly Robe was also a reward bestowed upon Xu Sheng by the Holy Academy after the establishment of the Ten Kingdoms.
The Void Saint Heavenly Robe is much worse than the Semi-Saint Heavenly Robe, but much stronger than the Great Confucian Heavenly Robe.
The reason why the Zongsheng family, the Mengsheng family and the Lei family wanted to stop Fang Yun from becoming a virtual saint was to prevent Fang Yun from obtaining the virtual saint's celestial robe.
As long as Fang Yun is within the range of the Holy Temple and is attacked, he can mobilize the power of the Holy Temple and send it into the seamless celestial garment to obtain powerful protective power.
However, if it is far away from the holy temple, the power of this heavenly robe will be greatly reduced. After all, Fang Yun is only a Jinshi now, and the power he can carry is limited.
In a few days, a large number of people from the Holy Academy will come to the capital to bestow the virtual saint reward on Fang Yun. They will certainly confer the title of virtual saint family to the Fang family and rank it among the wealthy and powerful families.
From then on, as long as the Fang family members were included in the Fang family tree, their status would naturally be different.
"Bang..."
Ao Huang rushed into the study room, rushed over excitedly, put the dragon head on Fang Yun's shoulder, and said hastily: "Awesome! No, it's a dragon! It's really a dragon! It's so spectacular, I envy it so much, I wish I could reincarnate as a human! You are a Jinshi, and your rank is one level lower than me, the Dragon Marquis. I am a real dragon, awesome, right? But I can't compare to you! In my mind, your image is another ten feet higher, no, ten and a half feet! My sister is amazing, right? She is already a great dragon king at such a young age, but she can't create such a big phenomenon!"
Fang Yun patted Ao Huang's nose and said with a smile: "When you become a Dragon Saint, the vision will be even greater than this."
Ao Huang twitched his nose and said happily, "That's true! That dragon worked hard to become a saint, and when he became a dragon saint, he shocked the world, and then went to the other three seas to grab a position as a dragon saint."
"By the way, how many Dragon Saints do you have in your Dragon Clan now? Not counting the Jiaolongs."
Ao Huang was unhappy and said with a straight face: "This dragon solemnly corrects your mistake. Jiaolong is Jiao, not dragon! If we talk about how many Dragon Saints there are in our pure dragon clan, there should be about ten. In addition to the Four Seas Dragon Saints who abide by the teachings of the Ancestral Dragon and guard the four seas, the rest of the Dragon Saints are searching for the relics of the Ancestral Dragon and the Thunder Master in various circles. However, I heard the dragons in the East Sea Dragon Palace nagging that those Dragon Saints will probably be back soon."
"Why?" Fang Yun asked.
"Anyway, it has something to do with the mysterious teachings of the Ancestral Dragon. Because they found that more and more dragons were born in recent years. In addition to my sister and me, each of the other three sea dragon palaces has produced a real dragon. This is the legendary heyday of real dragons. Hehe, don't worry, when our dragon clan once again becomes the master of all realms, you humans will still be our allies. After all, Thunder Ancestor protects the human race."
Fang Yun's face changed slightly when he heard Lei Zu. Lei Zu was the ancestor of the Lei family after all. The stronger the dragon clan was, the higher the status of the Lei family would be. If there really was a true dragon flourishing age, the power of the Lei family would definitely increase dramatically. I'm afraid that a semi-saint would appear soon, qualified to compete with the Confucius family.
Ao Huang was not aware of Fang Yun's change and continued, "It's troublesome to offend the Lei family, but it won't be that troublesome. Even if the Lei family is powerful, you can just marry into my East Sea Dragon Palace. Once you become the son-in-law of the East Sea Dragon Palace, the Lei family won't dare to do anything to you. Oh, by the way, can you take me with you on the Spring Hunt?"
"Of course not."
"What about when you went to Ning'an to take office?"
"I can take you, but do you really dare to go?" Fang Yun said.
"What a joke! I'm not bragging. Even if I go to the gate of the Langlu tribe and pee, they can only watch and smell it. Who dares to touch a real dragon? Grandpa Dragon Saint can't kill them! But I dare not provoke the Demon Saint Langlu too much. After all, he is from the Ancestral God Clan, and his bloodline is only two levels worse than our real dragons. He doesn't dare to kill me, but he dares to beat me." Ao Huang looked frustrated.
"oh."
"By the way, don't let me see the Eastern Saint King Jinglong! Grandpa Longsheng beat him up a lot in the past. If he sees me, he will definitely beat me up to vent his anger!"
"Don't worry, Dong Sheng won't bully the younger generation."
"Haha, this dragon is older than Wang Jinglong! Do you know how old grandpa Long Sheng is? This dragon is the grandson of Long Sheng. This dragon is older than King Wen of Zhou who lived more than a thousand years ago. King Wen of Zhou's great-great-great-great-grandfather is not older than me." Ao Huang raised his head proudly.
At this time, Yang Yuhuan came in, followed by Su Xiaoxiao, and Nunu also rushed in, jumped onto Fang Yun's legs, pushed Ao Huang's dragon head away, occupied Fang Yun's arms, and rolled around happily. (To be continued...)