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"These types of trash are all showing off." Disgusted expression, sarcastic words.

It was enough to see through the discontent in Xiang Zhong's heart.

"You ?"

Meng Fei was especially angry. No matter what, it was written and written by a saint, how could it be insulted by an ordinary person? What Xiang Zhong insulted was not a saint's brush and ink, but the Meng Family's face.

"What about you? How many people do you think I have when I open my mouth to give away Saints' ink treasures? I have collected dozens of Saints' artifacts, and every single one of them is a personal weapon that can suppress any Saints from the past. If I were to promise them a favor, would they give me the tools of their ancestors?"

Xiang Zhong was at the Spirit Emperor Realm, he was born in a good era, the great Chu was flourishing, his father was also a great general trusted and loved by Great Emperor Chu Sheng, the Great Chu had expanded and perished, Zheng, Luo, Teng, Ba Nation and more dozens of other countries had surrounded and annihilated many saint's disciples, the Pope had besieged and annihilated so many saint's disciples, every saint's sect would either pay tribute or hold their most precious treasures, the useful and useless Xiang Zhong had kept too many, too many of them.

Although he did not want to believe it, he had to recognize the reality. Xiang Zhong was right, a saint could suppress an era, but a saint was not immortal, it was said that a saint could only live for three thousand years, no saint could live for three thousand years, and no ancestor could live for two thousand years before passing away. The first saint of the Confucian Saints, Sage Kong, died after living for two thousand and five hundred years.

The more solid a person's foundation was, the longer they could live. When they were young, they would consume too many heavenly and earthly treasures to keep their body's vitality at the peak, and after entering the Spirit Sage realm, they would consume more and more spiritual energy. Once they reached the Heavenly Dao, they would lose their lifespan as long as they had the right to use any heavenly and earthly treasures.

"Seven chapters from Meng Zi ?."

Xiang Zhong did not say much, but the meaning behind his words was clear. He wanted his daughter's life in exchange for the seven books on Mencius.

Meng Fei was the Patriarch of the Meng Family, but he did not have the rights to take the seven articles of the Meng Family to save his daughter. The Meng Family was not only limited to him, there were also the elders supporting the Meng Family.

The Meng Clan had already fallen. The only thing they were proud of was that their ancestor was a Saint of the Meng Clan. Their ancestors had passed down seven books to them. This was the only face the Meng Clan had left.

Anyone who dared to lay a hand on seven of Meng Zi's poems would have to wipe out the entire Meng Clan.

"No way!"

It was the same two words.

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"Father, save me!"

Meng Liao Ting shouted with all her might. She could only beg her father. Not only did she plead for her father before she died, this kind of woman deserved it. If there were any benefits, she would think of her husband, her most beloved husband. When she met Dama, she would think of her father.

Even if Meng Fei were to help her, she would not change her mind.

"Xiang Zhong killed a person in three seconds, until Kong Wuwei appeared. If Kong Wuwei still doesn't come out, then he will just kill all of Yuelu Academy!"

Su Qin looked towards the sky as he spoke.

"Understood, Young Lord."

Xiang Zhong also didn't use his weapon. He raised his hand with a feeling of a disharmony between heaven and earth. A formless fist the size of a millstone emitted a faint golden sound.

"Bang!"

The huge fist condensed from spirit energy struck to the side.

Xiang Zhong said without lifting his head, "Kong Wuwei, you're finally willing to come out. If my Young Master doesn't say three seconds to kill a person, would you hide in the shadows and never show your face?"

A figure danced in the air, her silver scholarly robes swaying left and right. A tall and handsome man with a bitter expression on his face walked between Xiang Zhong and Meng Liuting.

Kong Wuwei shook his head, "Senior Xiang Zhong, no matter what, you are an almighty being in the Spirit Emperor Realm, how can you quarrel with a girl of the Profound Grandmaster's generation? "The Meng Clan and I are friends. I can't just watch as the direct daughter of the Meng Clan dies in front of me."

Not to mention that Meng Liuting could not even be considered Xiang Zhong's grandchild, even if she wanted to see or see Kong Wuwei, she still had to respect him as a junior.

Su Qin opened his mouth and said, "Headmaster Kong, you are really a busy man, I was almost killed on the spot by you bunch of disciples. If I died, you would think that there would be tens of thousands of people in Yuelu Academy who would die with me."

Only then did Kong Wuwei realize that there was a large pool of blood on Su Qin's left abdomen.

He had been secretly investigating Su Qin's true identity these few days, but had always been pointing to a small city in the south. When he had investigated thoroughly, he discovered that this small city was not simple, and he did not manage to clearly investigate the background of the Su Family even though he was half a step into the Spirit Emperor. All he knew was that Su Qin had appeared out of thin air over three hundred years ago.

Later on, he decided not to investigate.

This thread had been accidentally cut off several times. Every time he had some clues, his connection would be cut for no reason. In order to not cause trouble, he did not continue his investigation.

"What, does Principal Kong have anything he wants to say to this Young Master?"

Su Qin was not a good person, if Kong Wuwei did not give him an explanation, then he would take justice for himself. Today, Meng Liuting would die no matter what, and not only would she die, anyone who was related to her would die with him. This was the result of provoking Su Qin.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but every time Kong Wuwei looked straight into his eyes, he felt like he was being watched by someone. That feeling made him extremely uncomfortable, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Prince Su, how do you think we should settle this? I'll compensate you on behalf of Meng Liuting. In addition, I'll also compensate you with a High Rank spirit stone, a Ninth Rank spirit weapon, and the opportunity to enter the Confucian clan once more."

100 thousand high rank spirit stone, a ninth rank spirit weapon, these were all small matters, and the last time they entered the Gui Clan was to spend a lot of effort to get there. There was only a chance to enter the Gui Clan once every ten years, and even the Great Confucian scholar would have to fight for it.

The Confucian scholar Dong was the first saint of the Confucian school to open up a strange space, and also the place where Sage Kong passed away. Everyone who died was afraid that their descendants would dig graves, and as Saints, they would definitely be buried along with their treasures, even if there weren't any Saints' corpses. As long as they stole a Sage's corpse, they would be able to sell it for a sky-high price at any auction.

The Yuelu Academy was an orthodox sect of the Confucian school, and when Sage Kong passed away, the Confucian descendants brought the Confucius to the Yuelu Academy, and for the past few years, they had been in the forbidden grounds of the Yuelu Academy, opening it only once every ten years. The was the orthodox sect of the Confucian Sage, and when Sage Kong passed away, the Confucian Sage Dong was brought into the Yuelu Academy, and every ten years, it would only open once in the forbidden grounds of the Yuelu Academy.