Chapter 103 The First in History!
Seeing Wei Lingfeng’s actions, Fan Shengzhou and the others were first shocked, then revealed understanding.
They knew that Wei Lingfeng must have felt inferior in front of the Consort.
Otherwise, with his cocky personality, why would he bow to the Consort so humbly?
Then again.!!
The Consort was a grand literary saint, and Wei Lingfeng was at most a quasi-Saint.
He had cultivated bitterly for five to six thousand years and was still less than a third of the Consort’s level. He really didn’t have the right to be smug in front of the Consort.
So what if he defeated Fan Shengzhou?
In the Consort’s eyes, his smugness just now was as unsightly as a clown.
Wei Lingfeng’s next words confirmed everyone’s thoughts.
“I thought that after defeating Fan Shengzhou, I would be able to stand tall and look down on the entire continent.”
“But I didn’t expect that a literary saint like you would be watching me from the side.”
“I only know now that even if I stand at the highest position, I’m still being looked down at by you!”
There was only a word’s difference between a quasi Literary Saint and a Literary Saint, but the difference was worlds apart.
In the Cang Dragon Continent’s billions of years of history, there were hundreds and thousands of quasi-Saints.
As for the Literature Saint, he was extremely
rare.
Not to mention, it was the first time in history that someone like Lin Xuan had become a Literature Saint at a young age.
At this moment, Wei Lingfeng only had boundless admiration and admiration for Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan said calmly, “It’s important to know yourself. Since you know your position, you should work even harder.”
“I’m not proud of myself just because I have some results!”
“Yes, sir, you’re so wise. You hit the nail on the head!” Wei Lingfeng bowed again.
If anyone else said this about him, he would definitely retort or even attack.
However, the Consort was a literary saint. No matter what, he wasn’t overboard.
Moreover, the Consort’s words were reasonable. It was a great wisdom spoken by a person who had been in a high position for a long time. He, Wei Lingfeng, was lucky to hear the Consort’s wise words!
Then, Wei Lingfeng bowed to Lin Xuan again and turned to leave.
Fan Shengzhou and the others saw that he walked casually, as if he was relieved.
It made sense.
Although the Consort criticized Wei Lingfeng, he also vaguely said that he had room for improvement.
How could Wei Lingfeng not be happy to receive the current Literature Saint’s praise?
As for Fan Shengzhou, although he had lost, being able to receive guidance from the Consort was still a glorious defeat.
So he didn’t take today’s matter to heart at all and instead warmly invited Lin Xuan in to teach.
Everyone followed Lin Xuan into the academy eagerly.
They were extremely certain that being able to receive the current Literature Saint’s lecture would definitely bring immeasurable benefits to their future cultivation.
In the blink of an eye, four hours passed.
The sun was setting.
Under the respectful escort of more than fifty thousand people from the Three Kingdoms Academy, Lin Xuan brought his daughters onto the jade carriage and prepared to return to North Mystic Heaven.
In the Eastern Wasteland’s Qilin Mountain Range.
“Shen Wenshan, you can escape once, but you can’t escape forever. Let’s surrender!”
“Hurry up and hand the Purple Cloud Dragon Emperor Ginseng King to us. Otherwise, not only will we kill you, but we will also destroy your Mystic Cloud Pavilion!”
“Hmph, do you think you can escape?”
Angry and arrogant voices sounded.
At this moment, in the luxuriant grass, two miserable figures were fleeing rapidly.
One of them was the Valley Master of the Medicine God Valley Sect, Wen Yuansong.
The middle-aged man with him was the sect master of the Eastern Wasteland’s Mystic Cloud Pavilion, Shen Wenshan.
Wen Yuansong and Shen Wenshan were close friends.
Recently, Shen Wenshan’s daughter, who was less than a year old, suddenly had a strange illness, so he asked Pill King Wen Yuansong to diagnose her.
Wen Yuansong deduced that Shen Wenshan’s daughter’s strange illness could only be treated with a spiritual herb called the Purple Cloud Dragon Ginseng.
After Shen Wenshan asked around, he learned that there was a mystic realm in the Qilin Mountain Range where the Purple Cloud Dragon Ginseng might appear.
Today, he invited Wen Yuansong to enter the mystic realm with him to find this spiritual grass.
Fortunately, they quickly found the Purple Cloud Dragon Emperor Ginseng and it was a Ginseng king.
It was a Saint-rank Purple Cloud Dragon Emperor Ginseng King!
According to the legend, such a ginseng king was seen once in ten thousand years and was an extremely rare spirit grass.
Every time it matured, golden roots would grow out, and its entire body would be surrounded by immortal energy.
Not only was it effective in restoring energy and soul, but it could instantly clear the 360 apertures in the human body.
It could level up one’s meridians and instantly raise one’s constitution to a powerful state.
Even if it was a mortal, after eating this ginseng king, they would be able to have extraordinary cultivation aptitude.
If a cultivator was already powerful, he would be even more powerful after eating it.
So to any sect in the Eastern Wasteland, this spiritual grass was a top-notch treasure.
It was because of this that Wen Yuansong and Shen Wenshan attracted the crazy pursuit of the other sects.
After all, in the world of cultivation, human life was sometimes far less important than a saint-rank Spiritual Herb.
The terrible thing was that the sects chasing them were very powerful.
The Three Pure Sect, the Heavenly Sun Sect, the Nine Furnace Heaven Sect, and the Giant Spirit Palace were all top twenty sects in the Eastern Wasteland.
“Yuansong, I didn’t expect to burden you!”
A look of self-reproach appeared on Shen Wenshan’s face. “I’ll take the rear. Hurry up and bring the ginseng king back to save my daughter!”
“These bastards are pressing forward step by step. If we’re a step late, we’ll be killed by them. Let’s not waste our breath and flee!” Wen Yuansong shook his head and said.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Just as the two of them finished speaking, hundreds of gusts of wind blew from the grass at the side, and figures flashed.
Jiang Yuanfan rushed out with four to five hundred Spiritual Wheel Stage powerhouses and arrogantly said, “Shen Wenshan, where are you trying to escape to?!”
“Hahaha, the Mystic Cloud Pavilion is also a large sect in the Eastern Wasteland. I didn’t expect you to be so useless as the sect master!”
The disciples of the Giant Spirit Palace behind Jiang Yuanfan revealed mocking and smug expressions.
Shen Wenshan gritted his teeth in anger. “Jiang Yuanfan, I want you to die!”
Just as he was about to summon his flying sword and fight to the death, Wen Yuansong suddenly pulled him back.
Wen Yuansong took out a seven-colored pill from his chest and threw it out.
Bang!
The medicinal pill exploded and turned into a huge mist.
“Wen Shan, let’s go!”
Wen Yuansong hurriedly pulled Shen Wenshan and rushed forward.
At this moment, he knew that fighting them head-on was like attacking a rock with an egg.
Jiang Yuanfan was as powerful as Shen Wenshan.
As for Shen Wenshan, he had experienced a fierce battle when he broke through the siege just now and was already covered in wounds. He was no match for Jiang Yuanfan.
Fortunately, he discovered in time that there was another Fantasy Pill in his storage ring.
After throwing it out, it could explode with a mist, which was enough to hold back Jiang Yuanfan and the others for a moment.
The two of them ran frantically until a huge natural chasm appeared in front of them.
“This…” Wen Yuansong looked at the boundless cliff and was speechless.
Shen Wenshan smiled bitterly. “It seems like the heavens want me dead today!”
The two of them were almost exhausted. If they jumped down from the cliff now, they would definitely die!
Seeing that Jiang Yuanfan and the others’ voices were getting closer and closer, Shen Wenshan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
“If I, Shen Wenshan, die, I’ll die. My poor young daughter isn’t even a year old yet!”
“Three Pure Sect, Heavenly Sun Sect, Nine Furnace Heaven Sect, and Giant Spirit Palace, you guys trapped me in a hopeless situation to snatch the Ginseng King.”
“If I die, I won’t let you off even as a ghost!”
Wen Yuansong shook his head and sighed.
He had seen Shen Wenshan’s daughter.
The little girl was fair, chubby and cute. People liked her immediately after seeing her.
Unfortunately…
“God, are Wenshan and I really going to die here today?”
Wen Yuansong looked up at the sky.
Suddenly, he looked through the ethereal clouds.
They could vaguely see a luxurious jade carriage moving majestically under the pull of four huge green-winged birds.