A demon general said, “You’ve killed so many blood demons, avenging our star demons. You deserve a reward. Here are ten grains of star sand, which can resist the Weak Water or strange winds for about a day, ensuring your safety.”

As he spoke, a subordinate of the demon general came forward with a small leather bag, respectfully placing the bag of star sand in front of Fang Yun.

Fang Yun still couldn’t speak, so he simply nodded slightly in thanks and glanced at the star sand in the bag.

Star sand was as fine as silver grains, but brighter. A grain of star sand could resist the power of the Weak Water and strange winds for a while. Once the starlight disappeared, it would lose its power, but it was also a rare metal.

The Presented Scholars at the foot of the mountain couldn’t care less about their injuries, and they all walked up the mountain road to Fang Yun.

Having survived the disaster, they all smiled at each other.

Jia Jing’an, severely injured, bowed and said, “Thank you, Fang Zhenguo, for saving our lives.”

“Thank you for saving our lives!” All the Presented Scholars thanked him together.

The big rabbit also stood upright like a human, making a salute with its two front paws.

Fang Yun wanted to say that they were all in the same boat and there was no need for thanks, but he couldn’t speak, so he just smiled slightly.

The Presented Scholars looked at each other, seemingly embarrassed to speak. Li Fanming coughed lightly and asked, “When did you become a Presented Scholar before the Saint?”

Fang Yun could only smile helplessly, as he still couldn’t speak.

Li Fanming laughed and said, “Look at me, I actually forgot. Has the poison in your body been cured? How did you cure it? Yuqing, go and check quickly.”

Everyone was extremely curious. Yesterday, Fang Yun was on the verge of death, but today, not only was he detoxified, but he could also write The War Poetry. It was truly miraculous.

Xun Ye, who had been hiding in another cave, slowly walked over, secretly watching Fang Yun with an uneasy expression.

Hua Yuqing took Fang Yun’s pulse and then exclaimed with joy, “The severe poison has been completely cured! Fang Yun, what kind of miraculous pill did you take? It’s incredible! Even if the poison was cured, anyone else would probably still be unable to move, but you are recovering quickly. By the time we leave the Holy Land, you might be healed.”

“Is it really that miraculous? You guys said on the road that he was dying from a strange poison. You’re not trying to trick us, are you?” A new Presented Scholar joked.

“It’s absolutely true! Look at him, he still can’t speak. I’ve been studying medicine for many years and I have no idea what’s going on. Was it the star demon who saved him?”

Everyone looked at Niu Shan.

Niu Shan thought they were praising him for taking care of Fang Yun, so he immediately stood up straighter and looked even more proud.

“It seems that’s right. Fang Yun is really lucky. Is this bag filled with star sand? Ah, being the Moon Emperor is really different. He got detoxified, received star sand, and even became the Moon Emperor.”

The many Presented Scholars marveled, but the star demons didn’t understand the human language and no one refuted.

Fang Yun chuckled to himself, not expecting them to misunderstand. This was a good thing, as it wouldn’t expose the God of Literature’s illumination. If the Demon Realm found out, it would definitely alarm the Demon Saint.

Han Shoulu said, “Fang Yun, can we take a look at that War Poetry?”

Fang Yun signaled Niu Shan to hand over the pen, then rewrote the poem without consuming any talent. However, his normal writing speed was too slow, so he had to use a bit of the power of rapid writing to finish at a normal speed.

Han Shoulu couldn’t wait to pick up the poem Fang Yun had written and read softly, “Lying in a desolate village without self-pity, still thinking of guarding the frontier for the nation. In the middle of the night, I listen to the wind and rain, and dream of iron horses fighting on the icy river! What a great poem! Fang Zhenguo is indeed a dragon among men. Even when severely poisoned, he still has high spirits. If there is no fighting spirit in his heart, it would be impossible to write this poem.”

Li Fanming frowned slightly and said, “Fang Yun, there’s no problem with this poem itself. It describes how you are bedridden due to your weak body, but your heart is thinking about defending the human border. Then you hear the wind and rain outside, and dream of cavalry fighting bravely in a half-dream, half-awake state. According to my judgment of the power of this War Poetry, you were just a bit short of forming a poetic soul. Now that I think about it, it’s a pity. If you could form a poetic soul with this poem, the Wolf Savage Saint might have a chance to escape, but the other three Saint Demons would have no chance.”

Fang Yun nodded slightly, thinking that he was still too affected by his physical condition and couldn’t write a poetic soul like “Arrow in the Stone”. If he could write a poetic soul, the power of this War Poetry would be even stronger. If he could go one step further and summon a saint, he didn’t know which power close to the Empty Sage would be summoned.

“Have you already chosen a title for this poem?” someone asked.

Fang Yun thought for a moment. Lu You’s original title “Heavy Wind and Rain on November 4th” was obviously not suitable. After thinking for a while, he wrote “Dream of War in Wind and Rain” on the paper, and then wrote another sentence.

“If I see the Wolf Savage Saint again, I will slay him with my pen!”

“Great spirit! With this determination, ‘Dream of War in Wind and Rain’ will surely form a poetic soul like Jianmei Gong’s ‘Sword Poem in Wind and Rain’!”

Everyone agreed.

“If you can go one step further, I don’t know which figure equivalent to the Empty Sage you will summon. If you have saint blood, you can directly surpass the summoning of the saint and form a saint soul. Unfortunately, the human race has only recently revived The War Poetry, and the Five Realms of The War Poetry have not been fully established. The first realm is ordinary War Poetry, the second realm is poetic soul, the third realm is summoning saints, the fourth realm is saint soul, and so far no one has reached the fifth realm. I don’t know who will be the last one to reach the fifth realm of The War Poetry and usher in a new era for the human race.”

“A Great Scholar speculated that The War Poetry can only be sublimated to the fifth realm based on the original work’s treasure light, and others’ The War Poetry can only be written to the fourth realm at most.”

“It’s very likely. If someone really writes a fifth realm War Poetry, it will definitely make an immeasurable contribution to our human race.”

“Of course, as long as one person reaches the fifth realm and breaks the barrier of the fifth realm, then like the path of the zither, painting, calligraphy, and others, it will be easier for other people in the human race to break through the realm in The War Poetry, even if they write someone else’s The War Poetry, they may reach the fifth realm.””Fang Yun, I hope you can write the first Five Realms War Poetry! If you can do it, I will immediately change my allegiance and acknowledge you as my mentor!” Li Fanming said with a laugh.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Then Jia Jing’an said, “Fang Yun, before entering the Holy Land, you taught the Poet King the ‘Prelude to Water Melody’, making you his mentor in resolving doubts. The Holy Land is extremely dangerous, and I also want to learn this world-renowned War Poetry ‘Dream of Wind and Rain’ as soon as possible, may I?”

A few Presented Scholars looked serious. Not everyone had the magnanimity of the Poet King, who could unhesitatingly acknowledge someone of lower literary rank as his mentor. It was one thing to go to the Holy Temple to learn Fang Yun’s War Poetry, considering it as learning from the sages. But as a Presented Scholar, to call Fang Yun a teacher and learn War Poetry from him at this moment, it was somewhat awkward.

However, the most awkward person at the moment was not these Presented Scholars, but Xun Ye, who had been hiding all along.

Xun Ye looked at Fang Yun, his heart filled with mixed feelings. He hadn’t expected Fang Yun to not only detoxify himself but also rise from the ashes and turn the tide, transforming a worthless piece of paper into a sacred page, and writing a War Poetry that was almost a soul poem.

If there were no grudges between the two, Xun Ye would definitely be the first to learn this War Poetry that could utilize the power of the Weak Water. This was simply a god-killing weapon in the Holy Land. If more than ten Presented Scholars used this War Poetry together, the Barbarian Saint’s son would be either dead or crippled. Xun Ye remembered the scene where he had insulted Fang Yun as a waste paper, his lips moved, but in the end, he didn’t speak.

Li Fanming said, “Ordinary Presented Scholars may need several months to learn War Poetry, but we are, after all, the cream of the crop. We can learn it in a few days. However, to unleash its full power, we still need some time. The key to this poem is that it can borrow the power of the Weak Water. Even if it’s not raining, as long as there are swamps and rivers nearby, it can exert enough power!”

Everyone nodded in agreement. As long as they learned this poem, it would be much stronger than other Presented Scholars’ poems when combined with the Weak Water. Even those who were initially reluctant had come around.

Fang Yun nodded slightly.

Then, nineteen Presented Scholars bowed together and said in unison, “Students pay respects to Master Fang.”

Fang Yun nodded again, acknowledging these nineteen people. These nineteen people could now learn and use this War Poetry. If they used this poem to attack Fang Yun, they would surely be killed by the power of the War Poetry.

“Gurgle gurgle…” The big rabbit also made a bow, wanting to learn to write War Poetry.

Li Fanming helplessly gave it a light kick, saying, “Behave!”

The rabbit glanced at Li Fanming and hopped over to Fang Yun, massaging his leg with its two paws.

“You little rabbit!” Li Fanming said with a helpless smile.

The Presented Scholars laughed at the sight of the rabbit, while Xun Ye left slowly with a heart full of regret. He hadn’t walked far when he heard Han Shoulu’s words.

“Some people didn’t understand why I was willing to let you read our family’s ‘Secrets of the Holy Land’. I think, now they should know.” Han Shoulu’s words were not gloating at all, but full of regret.

Jia Jing’an said, “The elders of the Han family gave the ‘Secrets of the Holy Land’ to Brother Shoulu so that he could safely leave the Holy Land. If they could exchange the ‘Secrets of the Holy Land’ for Brother Shoulu’s life, the elders of the Han family would agree without hesitation. It’s a pity that some people, for their own selfish desires, ignore the most essential things. Now, even if they want to learn ‘Dream of Wind and Rain’, they don’t have the face to do so.”

Jia Jing’an was extremely angry at Xun Ye’s shamelessness that day. He didn’t say much when Fang Yun was seriously ill, but now that Fang Yun was almost recovered, he no longer held back.

Xun Ye originally wanted to leave quietly, but he didn’t expect Jia Jing’an to humiliate him so openly, especially in front of nineteen Presented Scholars. If word got out, he would lose face completely.

Xun Ye said bitterly, “You all had high hopes for Fang Yun that day, but wasn’t he almost poisoned to death by the Tyrant? There are still many days to go in the Holy Land, and a War Poetry without a soul may not necessarily make a difference! Don’t worry, I won’t harm Fang Yun like the Tyrant did, but I want to see how long he can be arrogant! When the day comes to leave the Holy Land, if Fang Yun really does something earth-shattering, I will apologize and admit my mistake, just like the Poet King.”

Li Fanming said coldly, “If Fang Yun were poisoned, the Poet King would never insult him like you did. You dare to mention the Poet King? Besides, who said you could leave the Holy Land? You’re much more arrogant than Fang Yun!”

“You…” Xun Ye wanted to curse, but knowing he was in the wrong, the more he said, the more he would be laughed at. So he simply left in a huff.

A newcomer asked softly, “What’s going on? Isn’t he from the Xun Family?”

So Li Fanming explained the whole story in detail. Now that Fang Yun was getting better, he didn’t need to worry about upsetting him.

“What a scoundrel!”

“I’ve met his uncle, Xun Tianling. Although his talent is not high and he’s still only an Imperial Scholar in his forties, he’s full of loyalty and integrity. Moreover, he has been guarding the Two Realms Mountain for twenty years, even participating in the imperial examination there. Everyone who comes back from the Two Realms Mountain praises him for his unparalleled benevolence and regrets his lack of talent. Alas, compared to Xun Tianling, Xun Ye is like a worm!” (To be continued.)