Several university scholars in the venue casually waved their sleeves and swept the bricks, tiles and broken wood that had fallen from the roof to the edge of the venue, without any dust being scattered.
The dragons of the West Sea and the North Sea rushed out of the house, angering everyone present.
"The Dragon Palace in the West Sea really looks down upon humans more and more!" An old scholar was so angry that his face turned red.
"I'm afraid the Lei family is interfering in this matter!"
"That's right. The Lei family is so crazy that they even colluded with the West Sea Dragon Clan and the demon world, trying to harm our human race's virtual saint. I will report this matter to the Criminal Palace and get to the bottom of it!"
"What a disgrace to the dragon clan!"
"However, there is something fishy about the matter of the Holy Land Dragon Ball..."
"What is the Holy Land Dragon Ball..."
Many young people and scholars of low status have no idea what the Holy Land Dragon Ball is.
Fang Yun sat upright in the box on the third floor, frowning slightly and gently stroking the little fox.
Ao Huang had a gloomy face.
Yang Yuhuan and Su Xiaoxiao were still confused and had no idea how a dragon ball could have so desperately driven the dragon clans of the West Sea and the North Sea into such a state of panic.
Yang Yuhuan whispered, "Sister Hongzhuang, what is that holy land dragon ball? How could it anger the dragon clan and drive them away?"
Zhao Hongzhuang said: "The sacred place of the dragon clan has another name, the Dragon Tomb! The key battle that determined the victory or defeat of the dragon clan was the sacred place battle. The dragon clan called that battle the 'Catastrophe War'. I don't know how magnificent that battle was, but it is said that many stars today are the remains of the shattered debris in that battle. The entire battlefield of the Catastrophe War belongs to the Dragon Tomb, which is the sacred place of the dragon clan. As for the details, it is not something I can know."
Zhao Hongzhuang shook her head slightly. She had no access to secrets at that level. Even the empress dowager might not know much.
Ao Huang snorted and said, "There is nothing to hide. Back then, the myriad races slayed dragons and laid siege to the city. No matter how strong my dragon race was, it was difficult to resist without the ancestor dragon. Fortunately, my dragon race was well prepared and summoned... something very powerful in short. In the end, we defeated the myriad races' coalition army, but the holy land was about to collapse, so we had to send all the dragons away. It was sealed for millions of years."
"Then what?" Zhao Hongzhuang asked curiously.
"A long time later, a Dragon Saint discovered that the Holy Land had regained some strength and could be opened with the help of dragon energy, so he broke in. As a result... the Dragon Saint returned with a seriously injured body. He said that the Holy Land's will was like thunder in the air, and the shadows of semi-saints, great saints, or ancestral gods were fighting. After he entered, he was attacked by hundreds of Holy Land's wills and finally had to escape. Not long after, the Dragon Saint died."
"Ah, even Long Sheng will die if he goes in, so won't the others be even more vulnerable?"
"There were rules for the wars among all races back then. Saints were not allowed to slaughter non-saints unless they provoked them. Otherwise, before the catastrophe, both sides had already killed each other's tribes. Therefore, the wills of the saints would not attack the holy spirits below the saint. After that, the dragon race conducted research and discovered a method to enter using the dragon ball. It turns out that the ancestral gate of the holy land will open every 100,000 years or so."
"Since the holy land belongs to your dragon clan, how can the demon ancestor god clan enter?" Zhao Hongzhuang asked.
Ao Huang sighed. The little dragon claw pressed on the table, and said in a very mature manner: "What unfilial descendants! All the ancestral gods of the dragon clan died in the battle, and the other ancestral gods said that their ancestors also died in the holy land during the war of all races. They should go to retrieve the bones and bury them. What can we dragons do? We had to agree to the ancestral gods of the clans. Later, Confucius also asked for a dragon ball from the holy land."
Fang Yun asked: "Are there many sacred treasures in the holy land?"
"More than that! Even the most ordinary land inside is watered by holy blood and nourished by dragon energy. Any food grown on it is incredible! Why do my dragon clan and the demon world have so many divine objects? Many of them come from there. However, the holy land is vast, and no one has ever entered the core of the holy land. They just wander around the periphery. Even so, the gains are huge. And... there are some great benefits that I can't talk about casually."
A strange light suddenly flashed in Ao Huang's eyes, and he became extremely excited, but he quickly suppressed it.
"I see. No wonder the other dragons were so angry. This is equivalent to when Xiaoyun was just a juren, the head of the Kong family wanted to give the city of the Kong family's holy land and a large number of treasures to Fang Yun, and the whole family would definitely oppose it." Yang Yuhuan suddenly realized.
"However, Grandpa Longsheng must have other reasons for giving up the Holy Land Dragon Ball, which I still cannot figure out. Fang Yun, I feel that this matter is not simple. Although Grandpa Longsheng is usually kind and amiable, he is an old man who has lived for countless tens of thousands of years after all. Maybe he has plotted against you."
"Oh? Then I have to think about it carefully." Fang Yun had never thought that Long Sheng would plot against him.
"Shut up!" The voice of the Green-Clothed Dragon Marquis exploded in Ao Huang's ears.
“Hmph! Idiots, I am reminding you that Fang Yun is a jinx... ahem, a lucky star. Even the Plague Lord’s clone can’t kill him. If he is allowed to enter the holy land, no one knows how much trouble it will cause.” Ao Huang muttered in a low voice.
Fang Yun glared at Ao Huang unhappily and asked, "The production of the Holy Land Dragon Ball should be related to the Dragon Ascension Stone, right?"
"You are quite smart. After we came out of the Dragon Ascending Platform, our Dragon Ascending Stones were taken away, and the dragon energy inside was sent to the Holy Land Dragon Balls. Fortunately, the Holy Land Ancestor Gate opens once every 100,000 years, otherwise we would not be able to produce so many Holy Land Dragon Balls. However, don't be angry, the Holy Land Dragon Balls can only be owned by the Ancestral God Clan, except for the Dragon Clan. Your current status... is really a bit low. If the West Sea Dragon Clan gave the Holy Land Dragon Balls to the Xusheng Family... No, even if it was given to the current human semi-saint, I would object."
"Is your objection effective?"
"It's ineffective, but I can do bad things!" Ao Huang was very proud.
The auctioneer coughed lightly.
"The East Sea Dragon Palace offers 1 billion taels of silver and a Holy Land Dragon Ball. Is there a higher offer?"
Hundreds of people rolled their eyes at the auctioneer. Any higher price would require a semi-saint treasure, which no one could exchange for. Besides, according to the other party, the Holy Land Dragon Ball was more valuable than a semi-saint treasure.
Everyone thought the auctioneer would continue to say something to stimulate others to participate in the auction, but the auctioneer slammed the gavel with lightning speed and said quickly: "Deal! Congratulations to Qingyi Longhou for winning the "Three Character Classic" written by Fang Xusheng!"
The deal was done with far greater decisiveness than before, and many people didn’t even finish rolling their eyes.
Qing Yi Long Hou was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help complaining: "Why do I feel like I've been cheated?"
Everyone laughed good-naturedly, and the auctioneer also chuckled. As a Jing citizen, he naturally had to help Fang Yun at this time and not give Qingyi Longhou any chance to regret.
Afterwards, the shopkeeper of Chen's Trading Company walked onto the auction stage, bowed, and said, "Congratulations to Qingyi Longhou for returning with a great deal, and congratulations to Fang Xusheng for a good start to the spring! This auction is officially over, and I won't keep you here, after all, I still have to repair the roof."
"This money should be paid by Fang Xusheng! He has made more than 1 billion taels of silver, so he must be ripped off!" someone laughed.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "As it should be. I will pay for the repairs to the house."
Everyone got up and left. Fang Yun also wanted to leave, but a large number of people had already blocked the door. Some even just wanted to meet him. (To be continued...)
ps: By the way, my single chapter the day before yesterday was clearly just to wish all the college entrance examination students a happy one, and to encourage everyone to do the same, how come someone misunderstood that I was going to take the college entrance examination...