Fang Yun walked outside.
The flying snow was like knives.
Many Presented Scholars watched Fang Yun with worry, anticipation, and confidence.
A large rabbit stood upright, squeaking loudly to cheer for Fang Yun.
Niu Shan followed behind Fang Yun and whispered, “Your Majesty, do you need me to handle this? I am a Star Demon Barbarian, surpassing it in channeling star power. In this place of infinite star power, I might not lose.”
“No need.”
Fang Yun said, putting down his official robe and preparing his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
The Tiger Demon General slightly bent forward, ready to pounce, his tiger eyes filled with murderous intent. The surrounding snowflakes were subtly affected, slowing down by a tenth.
Han Shoulu, who observed this phenomenon, tensed up. The demon generals who made it this far, even if they came with the Holy Son, possessed extremely high talent, let alone now that they had become demon generals.
The Tiger Demon General said to Fang Yun, “I retreated here for fairness, to give your human race enough distance. But you cannot be too close to the doorway. If you cannot withstand and flee back to the snowless land, wouldn’t that be making a fool of me? You must start walking from the snowy area and take at least ten steps!”
“Agreed.” Fang Yun said, moving to the edge of the safe zone. The snowless land and the stormy snow land outside were separated by an invisible force. The thick snow on the ground seemed to be blocked by a glass threshold, with all the poisonous snowflakes intentionally or unintentionally avoiding this area, flying elsewhere.
At first glance, the nearby snowflakes looked no different from ordinary ones, with six sides and thin as a sheet. However, the whistling sound of these snowflakes was exceptionally loud, giving one the terrifying sensation that they could pierce one’s skull at any moment.
Fang Yun took a deep breath, released the power of The Courage to Write, and stepped into the snowflakes.
“What are you doing…” Li Fanming shouted. Fang Yun should have composed The War Poetry for protection before entering, but he walked straight in.
Whoosh whoosh…
The strange and piercing sound of the flying snow suddenly intensified, and the snowflakes, sharp as blades, spun and sliced through the air. Whenever a snowflake flew within an inch of Fang Yun’s body, it was blocked by an invisible force.
The Courage to Write at the pinnacle of the first realm.
Everyone knew that Fang Yun had achieved The Courage to Write early on, but they didn’t expect him to have reached the pinnacle of the first realm. They didn’t know what to say for a moment and could only look at each other. Since Fang Yun had a superior The Heart of Literature, they could fully accept this fact, but their hearts were filled with endless curiosity.
Fang Yun continued to walk forward, and on the tenth step, he began to write.
However, the moment Fang Yun lifted his brush, the Tiger Demon General suddenly grinned, a malicious glint in his eyes, and charged at an astonishing speed.
“Fool! I am of the Demon Clan! This is a war between two races, and you actually believed I would give you time! Die, you foolish human genius!” The Tiger Demon General said as he pounced toward Fang Yun.
While running, the Tiger Demon General was laughing because it had calculated the timing perfectly. It would take two breaths to pounce from its original position to where Fang Yun stood, and those two breaths were not enough for any Presented Scholar to complete The War Poetry.
“Oh.”
Fang Yun casually responded and continued to write, seemingly unaware of the Tiger Demon General’s charge, his expression unchanged.
But the expression of the Tiger Demon General kept changing.
When Fang Yun stood still, it was laughing.
When Fang Yun began to write, it was still laughing.
But seeing the speed of Fang Yun’s writing and the treasure light above, the Tiger Demon General could no longer laugh.
Feeling the energy drawn by Fang Yun’s poem, the Tiger Demon General not only couldn’t laugh but even wanted to cry.
Countless snowflakes trembled gently. A vast amount of natural energy gathered, and the power of the God of Literature surged toward the paper beneath Fang Yun’s brush.
The paper turned golden, becoming a holy page.
A breath later, the poem “Night Raid” was completed.
Golden belts bind the war robe tight.
Horse heads charge through snow near Lintao’s site.
Flags unfurl, night raids the demon’s tent,
Amidst chaos, barbarian soldiers lack a precious blade.
The paper flew up, treasure light connecting.
The original treasure light representing the author’s handwriting, the first appearance treasure light, the legacy treasure light that could be taught to others, and the single layer of starlight representing the power of the God of Literature appeared on the poem.
Five times the power erupted.
Seeing all this, the Tiger Demon General’s first thought was to flee, but it quickly judged that if it didn’t attack Fang Yun in advance, it could escape. But now, the opportunity was lost.
The Tiger Demon General charged forward with determination, its expression changing again from regret to horror, and from horror to despair.
Fang Yun was surrounded by a fierce wind, a general’s golden armor condensed from energy attached to his body, and then he rose into the air. A tall horse appeared beneath him, and a long Guan Yu blade materialized in his hands.
A fierce aura emanated from Fang Yun, who at that moment was like a seasoned general. Time was like snow, years like frost, trampling and slashing through everything with horse and blade.
Fang Yun’s steed didn’t even need a running start; it charged with an illogical speed. Ahead of the horse’s head, snowflakes gathered into a blade of snow, clearing a path for Fang Yun, all falling upon the Tiger Demon General.
A thousand snowflakes like blades, each one taking a life.
The pristine snowflakes turned crimson with blood as they passed the Tiger Demon General.
The Tiger Demon General’s armor of vital energy shattered, and Fang Yun rode past, blade sweeping through.
A general and a demon brushed past each other.
The blade pointed diagonally to the ground, a drop of deep red demon blood sliding down the sharp edge, passing the notch in the blade, and finally freezing at the tip.
Warm blood sprayed from the Tiger Demon General’s neck.
“How can a Presented Scholar’s War Poetry be so powerful…”
After the Tiger Demon General spoke, its head rolled to the ground, eyes wide open in death.
Its body, devoid of vital energy, was pierced and torn by hundreds of snowflakes, ultimately ground into a pulp.”I agreed to move forward ten steps not because I was unaware of your potential sneak attack, but because I feared you might flee.”
As Fang Yun spoke, he spurred his horse and left the snowy area, entering the safety of the doorway.
His golden armor slowly disintegrated, and the military horse shrank smaller and smaller until Fang Yun landed steadily on the ground, the notched treasured blade also vanishing with the wind.
Yan Yukong laughed and said, “Even a newly promoted Sage-class Demon General wouldn’t necessarily have an advantage over me, yet they thought they could kill Fang Yun and called him stupid. They are the ones stupid to death!”
“Ha ha, the ‘Charging through Snow’ and ‘Notched Treasured Blade’ in this War Poetry are both excellent, deeply capturing the essence of poetry,” Kong Delun said with a laugh.
“You all, why don’t you think about the function of this poem? What if it were used by ordinary soldiers?” Sun Naiyong’s eyes blazed as he stared intently at Fang Yun.
Everyone suddenly realized the implications; this was equivalent to giving an ordinary soldier the charging ability of a cavalry Demon General. If hundreds of Presented Scholars gathered, or someone of an even higher rank used this War Poetry, they could create a charge force of Demon General level in a short time. The difference from ordinary War Poetry would not be significant under normal circumstances, but at critical moments, it could achieve great merit.
Sun Naiyong continued, “What if a Presented Scholar used this War Poetry to escape?”
“Brilliant! Truly brilliant! This poem may not have the killing range of many Presented Scholars’ War Poetry, but it can charge, escape, kill, and disrupt. It can harm the enemy and protect oneself, a thoroughly comprehensive poem! No matter the situation, a Presented Scholar can transform into a war general and gallop away! This is the first comprehensive War Poetry at the Presented Scholar level!”
Several Presented Scholars who had just discovered the subtleties of the poem praised it repeatedly.
“Yes, this poem is indeed not strong enough, and it requires a person as the medium, belonging to risky War Poetry. But the ‘comprehensive’ aspect of this poem is too powerful, with countless ways to combine it. Imagine, some ordinary cavalry suddenly turning into golden-armored generals during a charge. This would be more intimidating to the Demon Barbarians than some sudden War Poetry! During a charge, good appearance means good momentum, and high momentum is a great advantage in battle!”
“Genius! Truly a genius! Think back carefully, when Teacher Fang charged, he didn’t make any sound. That’s the power of ‘Silent Flag Night Raid’ in the poem. During a night raid, to prevent the enemy from hearing the sound of the wind blowing the battle flags, the flags are rolled up. Without real battlefield experience, it’s impossible to write such details, and thus impossible to capture the essence of ‘Silence’ in the Silent Night Raid!”
“Now that you mention it, this poem has even broader uses!” Sun Naiyong clapped his hands and shouted. As a descendant of the Military Strategists, he knew the advantages of such War Poetry best. In frequent battles with the Demon Barbarians, this War Poetry could directly save thousands of elite soldiers each year, and indirectly, perhaps tens of thousands. If it could change the outcome of a battle, the merit would be immense.
The Presented Scholars continued to discuss the wording of the poem and the use of War Poetry in battle.
At the end of the discussion, Sun Naiyong couldn’t help himself and, with a fist salute to everyone, said, “The significance of this poem is extraordinary; it must not be lost here. Among us, someone must immediately leave the Comet Corridor and find a way to preserve this poem, keeping it in a safe place until the Holy Land ends and the Sage summons us.”
Kong Delun said, “Leave this matter to me. As long as I put this poem into The Drinking Pearl of the River, if something happens to me, my grandfather will see it immediately. If I leave the Holy Land alive, the War Poetry will naturally be preserved.”
Everyone knew that Kong Delun’s grandfather was the current head of the Kong Family, and as long as the head of the Kong Family was a Grand Academician or Great Scholar before becoming the head, they could be immediately ennobled as a Sage upon taking the position, although their power was somewhat less than that of a true Semi-Saint, and their lifespan would not be extended.
“It’s safest with you!”
Han Shoulu smiled and said, “Why not have everyone write a copy, then note that it was Fang Yun who wrote it in the seventh corridor to kill a Sage-class Tiger Demon General, how about that?”
“Good idea!”
Everyone began to write.
Niu Shan looked proudly at the four Demon Clan members and said, “Who else is dissatisfied? Daring to fight against the Moon Emperor is simply seeking death!”
“Frogs at the bottom of a well!” A Sage-class Bear Demon said contemptuously, “Your human race does have formidable geniuses, but they can only compare to our Sage-class Demon Barbarians at best, reaching the level of an ordinary Sage Child. In these past few hundred years, which of your human Great Scholars has surpassed the Demon Emperors of the past? Which of your Grand Academicians has surpassed the most outstanding Sage Child Demon Kings?”
Niu Shan thought deeply for a while and said, “Can you be any more foolish? I am of the Barbarian Clan, not the human race!”
The big rabbit beside him held his belly and laughed uproariously. (To be continued.)