Chapter 424: Poetry Assembly Begins

A miserable cry echoed across the horizon, while Yu Mo slowly retracted his leg, pursed his lips, and said.

I really don't know why Shī xiōng took him on in the first place.

Having said that, he glanced at Yuan Cang and laughed.

It's the junior brother who has good judgment; he saw right away that this kid had a problem.

None of my business.

Hearing that, Yuan Cang's face flushed red, and he immediately retorted.

Actually, when Mo Yun joined the Dao Yi Sect, Yuan Cang was the first to take a liking to him; his talent was not bad.

So he immediately brought Mo Yun back; under normal circumstances, the next step would be to take him as a disciple, and then become an Inner Disciple.

But no one expected that, just two days later, Yuan Cang sent Mo Yun back, directly handing him over to Hong Zun and their master.

Finally, the Shīzūn of Hong Zun and the others saw the situation, couldn't do anything, and moreover, Mo Yun's talent was indeed top-notch, so they also accepted him.

Otherwise, Mo Yun's Shīzūn would probably have been Yuan Cang.

Inside the East Literature Academy, a figure descended from the sky without warning and crashed heavily to the ground.

Yu Mo, that old bastard, not only kicked him away with a foot, but also used Línglì to temporarily seal his cultivation, directly throwing him down in a dog-eat-shit mess.

Dust and smoke billowed all around, and everyone nearby was startled.

What the hell is this?

Didn't see it clearly.

Looks like a dark, blurry thing.

After the dust settled, everyone finally saw that the person was Mo Yun, and for a moment, everyone's faces looked strange.

How did he just fall from the sky out of nowhere?

Peak Master Mo, what's this?

A familiar Confucian cultivator asked curiously; in response, Mo Yun's face flushed red, and he replied.

I want to see if I can smash you to death.

Huh???

Are you sick? What's there to try about that?

It's indeed somewhat embarrassing; Mo Yun patted off the dust on his body, and although his cultivation was sealed, he fell hard.

But for Mo Yun's physical toughness, this is nothing; he wasn't injured at all, the only thing being a bit embarrassing.

Hmph, from now on I'll scatter your ashes in the Tongtian River.

He gritted his teeth in silence, cursing, 'All I wanted was a bite to eat, yet you lash out—old fogey, you can't even handle a meal.'

He left, indignant and resentful.

In the following days, Mo Yun would show up at every Fàn diǎn, appearing at each Fàn diǎn.

Hong Zun and the others didn't mind, but the other people of Wen Yuan Peak, aside from Shen Xian, seemed unaware of this matter.

It's likely that Mo Yun intentionally hid it.

The only thing is, whenever this guy opens his mouth, he can make people half-dead with anger; even just yesterday, Bai Hua Xianzi chased him with her sword for several hundred li, stirring up the entire East Literature Academy.

The reason is simply a sentence from Mo Yun.

Yo, Bai Hua junior sister, Shī xiōng can tell you: this man, you should treat him better in daily life, especially someone like you who lacks youthful advantage, with faded looks.

They say men are faithful, so they only ever like eighteen-year-olds; someone like you, an old woman, should be even more proactive, especially since the young man Chang Qing is so outstanding...............

Sigh, junior sister, you were speaking so well—why draw your sword?

Holy shit, you want to kill me?

Then sword light shot up to the heavens; Mo Yun was chased by Bai Hua Xianzi, fleeing with his head in his hands; inside the East Literature Academy, countless people looked up at the sky, each utterly bewildered.

How could they start fighting if they aren't the holy ones of the Dao Yi Sect?

Chen Qingyu and the others were even more doubtful.

What does this mean?

The two elders asked, and Chen Qingyu fell silent for a moment before speaking.

A scheme—this must be another of Qi Xiong's schemes.

A scheme? What kind of scheme could this possibly be? The two elders couldn't figure it out.

However, the Dao Yi Sect didn't take the initiative, and they also didn't want to provoke them, so they simply asked.

What about the elixirs and heavenly treasures I asked you to find?

Rest assured, elder, I have already ordered people to search with all effort.

Since leaving seclusion, the two elders have constantly felt their lifespan draining away.

How to put it? It's extremely unpleasant, so even a few days ago they had Chen Qingyu gather elixirs and treasures that could increase lifespan.

It's basically just enduring, gritting their teeth on the last breath, and they have to outlast those three old fogeys, Yu Mo.

Their idea is the same as that of the Yuan Mountain elder; unfortunately, the idea is beautiful, but reality is frail.

Everything appears calm on the surface, but in reality, unseen currents are stirring.

Especially since the elders of both the Dao Yi Sect and the Qing Yun Sect have appeared in the East Literature Academy, making this session of the East Literature Poetry Assembly even more grand in scale.

Originally, some people who hadn't planned to come rushed to the East Literature Academy because of the elders of those two families.

As a result, the already bustling City of Confucian Saints instantly became overcrowded; inns and such were completely filled without even needing to think.

Many cultivators had no choice but to stay outside the city; those with a spirit city fared better, while those without a spirit city, the loose cultivators, could only endure wind and dew.

Without a doubt, the scale of this session of the East Literature Poetry Assembly is obviously far greater than previous ones.

And on this day, the long-awaited East Literature Poetry Assembly finally began; after an early breakfast.

Qi Xiong then led the crowd toward the City of Confucian Saints.

Of course, it's naturally impossible for everyone to go.

Only Yu Mo and two others, Qi Xiong, Hong Zun and other fellow martial brothers, plus Xu Jie, Zhao Zhengping and other Inner Disciple, as well as some Inner Door Disciple.

The total number is only about a hundred; as for the others, they remain in Spirit City as before.

Along the way, many cultivators stopped in their tracks, their gazes naturally falling mostly on Yu Mo and the two others.

As a Great Saint elder, wanting to see them in the past was almost impossible.

After all, in ordinary times, the strongest openly in Dongzhou is the Saint Realm; as for the Great Saints, they are in seclusion preserving their lifespan.

"This is the three Great Saint elders of the Dao Yi Sect."

"Didn't everyone say their lifespan is almost up? Why do they look completely unlike that?"

"Who knows, anyway that's what people say."

"What do you know? The methods of a Great Saint Realm aren't something we can guess; looking good doesn't mean it really is."

"That's right."

All the way to the city gate, at this moment Chen Qingyu and the two elders, plus a crowd of strong cultivators from the Qing Yun Sect and the Eastern Literature Palace, were waiting here.

And seeing the group approach, the two elders of the Qing Yun Sect became even more doubtful.

Why, after not seeing them for a few days, Yu Mo and the two others look a bit younger, and the deathly aura on them has also weakened.

Although it's not much, just a trace, damn, this is still absurd.

Look at them, over the same few days, the deathly aura around them has grown a bit stronger; this is completely two extremes.

They are getting younger with age, while they are getting worse with age.

"Huh, you two are still here? You're not going into seclusion?"

Likewise seeing the two, Yu Mo and the two others furrowed their brows; damn, are they really planning to go down this road to the end?

"You've been staying in Confucian Sage City for a few days? Not returning to seclusion—have you given up? Preparing to indulge properly in the final moments of your life?"

"But even if you want to indulge, you should go out and look around; why waste time in Confucian Sage City? Just waiting to die? Even going to Gōulán to listen to a tune would be better than this."