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nAfter helping Fan Shengzhou breakthrough realms, Lin Xuan was like a god in everyone’s eyes.

nThen, Fan Shengzhou led the way. Bai Junqian, Wu Wenyi, and Guan Hanchun all tried their best to invite Lin Xuan to give everyone in the Three Kingdoms Academy their first lesson.

nLin Xuan saw how enthusiastic they were and how the little girls wanted to experience studying in the academy, so he nodded in agreement.

n“Consort, please go ahead!”

nFan Shengzhou was all smiles, and his eyes were filled with gratitude towards Lin Xuan.

nLin Xuan nodded slightly and brought his four daughters to the school in the yard.

nHe had just taken a few steps when an old voice suddenly sounded from behind.

n“Fan Shengzhou, what a grand entrance!”

nLin Xuan stopped and turned around.

nA black-robed old man stood at the entrance of the yard with a huge brush on his back.

nThe old man looked old.

nHowever, the aura revealed in his eyes was incomparably fierce.

nThere was a faint saint aura around him that was extremely dignified.

nFan Shengzhou stared at the old man for a long time and frowned. “You are?”

nThe old man sneered. “You’re really forgetful! Did you forget that scholar who couldn’t become the emperor’s son-in-law because he was defeated by you?”

nFan Shengzhou was shocked. “So you’re that scholar! How did you become like this?”

nHe remembered it very clearly.

n3500 years ago.

nWhile he was touring around the country, he met an extremely talented scholar in the grand country.

nThis scholar was called Wei Lingfeng.

nAt the age of nineteen, he was invited by the king to enter the imperial government as a scholar.

nHowever, he was proud and looked down on the position of a scholar, so he flatly refused the king’s invitation.

nThe king wasn’t angry because of this. Instead, he continued to make conditions to recruit him.

nAt this moment, the king’s daughter appeared.

nWei Lingfeng had taken a fancy to the current princess at a glance and thus proposed to be the emperor’s son-in-law.

nThe royal princess had just met Fan Shengzhou, and she admired his talent.

nSo she made a request that as long as Wei Lingfeng could surpass Fan Shengzhou in terms of talent, she would marry Wei Lingfeng

nBecause Wei Lingfeng admired the princess’ looks, he agreed immediately and immediately went to find Fan Shengzhou to compete.

nIn the end, in just three rounds, he completely lost to Fan Shengzhou.

nBecause it was in front of the king and the princess, Wei Lingfeng felt embarrassed and left angrily.

nHowever, before he left, he said that he would make Fan Shengzhou suffer ten times the humiliation one day.

nFan Shengzhou didn’t expect that after 3500 years, when they met again, Wei Lingfeng would become like this.

nWei Lingfeng sneered. “I learned my lesson and I’ve suffered greatly in order to cultivate the literary path these years.”

n“Fortunately, the heavens didn’t let me down and allowed me to finally get the outcome I wanted!”

nPhew –

nHis body suddenly straightened.

nIn an instant, purple mist coiled around his body and erupted with an extremely fierce aura of a saint.

nUnder the pressure of this aura, other than Lin Xuan, everyone present felt worried.

n“You’re a Pseudo-Saint!” Fan Shengzhou trembled.

nWei Lingfeng’s aura was extremely powerful. He was probably only a step away from becoming a true Saint.

n“That’s right!” Wei Lingfeng waved his right hand and grabbed the huge brush on his back before inserting it heavily into the ground. “I’m the leader of the Cang Dragon Continent’s literary giants!”

nHearing his words, Bai Jungian hurriedly went forward. “Could it be that you’re the number one literary giant in the current continent, Saint Wei?”

nWei Lingfeng sneered and didn’t say a word.

nBai Jungian and the others understood that Saint Wei was Wei Lingfeng’s alias.

nAnd it was rumored in the literature world that Saint Wei had already firmly established his position as the number one literary giant 300 years ago and no one could shake his position.

nFurthermore, the most eye-catching thing about Saint Wei was that he carried a huge brush with him.

nFrom the looks of it, Saint Wei was undoubtedly Wei Lingfeng!

nFan Shengzhou sighed. “It seems like you came prepared today!”

n“That’s right.” Wei Lingfeng nodded.

n“The Three Kingdoms Academy is the first academy established by different countries in the entire continent.”

n“Although the Three Kingdoms Academy’s scale isn’t large, it can be considered to have created a new era in literature.”

n“You’re the master of this academy now. You’re very glorious now. How could I not come to find you?”

n“I see.” Fan Shengzhou knew very well that Wei Lingfeng wanted to cause a fuss on the opening day of the Three Kingdoms Academy so that he would never be able to raise his head again.

nVAROI

nHe changed the topic. “But you’re wrong about something. The big shot here isn’t me, but the North Mystic Heaven’s Consort!”

nWith that, everyone moved aside so that Wei Lingfeng could see Lin Xuan clearly.

n“North Mystic Heaven’s Consort…”

nAfter Wei Lingfeng sized up Lin Xuan, he couldn’t help but reveal a respectful expression. He hurriedly bowed. “I’m Wei Lingfeng. Greetings, Consort!”

nLin Xuan’s aura was like that of a celestial being. Even though he stood there silently, it still made Wei Lingfeng feel the aura of a mighty figure.

nAlthough he was here to kick ass, he wasn’t a stupid person.

nHe knew very well who he could offend and who he could not.

nLin Xuan nodded slightly.

nWei Lingfeng felt even more respect for him when he saw this. As expected of a great figure in the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm. He was indeed extraordinary.

nEver since he received the honor of being the number one literary giant 300 years ago, he had been hiding and cultivating.

nIt was only until recently when he accidentally heard about the opening of the Three Kingdoms Academy that he returned.

nTherefore, he only knew Lin Xuan’s identity as the Consort and didn’t know that Lin Xuan was a literary saint.

nWei Lingfeng then said, “Thank you, Consort. I came here today to get revenge. Please do not interfere.”

nLin Xuan said indifferently, “I’m not interested in your grudge.”

nFan Shengzhou nodded. “How could the Consort interfere in our affairs?”

n“That’s good!” Wei Lingfeng revealed a smug look. “Fan Shengzhou, do you dare to compete again with me as you did 3,500 years ago?”

nFan Shengzhou shook his head and smiled. “Even the Consort is watching here. Do you think I have a way out?”

nHe was also suppressing his anger.

nHe had just obtained the quasi-Saint qualification under the Consort’s guidance. How could he embarrass the Consort?

n“Very good!” Wei Lingfeng raised three fingers. “We will compete in three rounds. It will still be Dancing, Literary Sword, and Literary God!”

n“No problem!” Fan Shengzhou’s gaze was firm as he strode toward Wei Lingfeng.

nAt this moment, Xuan Zhu pulled Lin Xuan’s sleeve again. “Father, what is that old man with the big brush talking about?”.

nLin Xuan smiled. “The three things he said are the most common topics for scholars to compete.”

n“Dancing in literature means writing a sentence or many words on a piece of paper. Whoever has good literary talent will have a heavier piece of paper.”

n“And the Literary Sword is to condense the talent aura in your body into a Literary Sword. Whoever’s sword is sharper will win.”

n“As for Literary God, whoever emits the light of a saint more brilliantly will win.”

n“I see.” Xuan Zhu nodded.

nThe competition between scholars was very intense.

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