Dayu Tian, ​​Haoran Academy.

The tall building in the academy was shrouded in golden light, and a golden dragon shadow appeared outside the building. It was absorbing the surrounding righteous energy to strengthen itself. Its figure became more and more solid, and the dragon scales on its body became clearer. It exuded a sacred aura.

"Look, what's that?"

Is it a real dragon?

"How could there be a real dragon at Haoran Academy?"

"No wonder the dean wouldn't let us get close to Haoran Building!"

The younger generation at Haoran Academy were buzzing with discussion.

On the immortal ship, Zhong Quan stared at the golden dragon shadow in Haoran Academy. He could not sense the dragon bloodline, but he could feel the terrifying pressure that made his soul tremble.

Li Yan frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "This literary fortune actually managed to break through the seal of Haoran Tower?"

Qin Luo asked softly, "Do you need any help?"

Li Yan smiled and waved his hand, feigning composure, saying, "There's no need for you to take action, fellow Daoist. We can handle this."

"Don't hesitate to ask if you need anything."

Qin Luo said earnestly.

Li Yan did not answer. He took a step and instantly appeared near Haoran Tower, his loose robes fluttering in the wind.

"town!"

Li Yan's voice was as loud as a bell.

The golden character for "town" descended from the sky.

Words become law; this is the divine power of the true sage of Confucianism. The character "镇" (zhen, meaning "to suppress") fell like a mountain, and a golden dragon shadow extended a claw, cracking the character "镇" into pieces.

The younger generation around them looked shocked.

"You all need to get away from here immediately!" The senior experts in the academy were evacuating the younger generation from the vicinity.

Li Yan recited Confucian classics, and dense golden characters appeared in front of him.

"go!"

Li Yan said softly.

The sky was filled with words that surrounded the golden dragon shadow that was coiled in Haoran Tower, like a "literary inquisition".

"roar!"

The golden dragon's eyes widened in fury, and it let out a dragon's roar. The surrounding words seemed to melt away and vanished without a trace. Then, a golden ripple spread out, distorting space. The powerful pressure caused many juniors to faint on the spot.

Li Yan was forced back by the golden ripple. Qin Luo could sense that the golden dragon shadow was even stronger than the ancestor of the Immortal Clan's royal family. Fortunately, it did not cause any unbridled destruction.

"Dean, I'm here to help you!"

An elderly man in a blue robe rose into the air.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of figures took to the air one after another, reciting Confucian classics from ancient times to the present. Their voices were deafening, and Qin Luo felt as if he were immersed in a sea of ​​literature.

The powerful figures of Haoran Academy joined forces, and countless words descended from the sky, transforming into chains. The golden dragon shadow was bound by the chains and unable to move. The surrounding elders were pale-faced. "Dean, it's up to you now!"

They worked together to control the golden dragon shadow, hoping to give Li Yan a chance to suppress it.

Li Yan appeared above the golden dragon shadow, his right hand pressing on the dragon shadow's head, wanting to make it submit.

Click!

Chains kept breaking.

The golden dragon shadow wanted to break free of its restraints.

Li Yan rebuked, "Protect the common people, pass on the torch, continue the lost arts, and usher in an era of peace. I am the dean of Haoran Academy, a direct disciple of the founder's lineage. You better behave yourself!"

The golden dragon shadow suddenly became quiet. Just when Li Yan thought he had tamed it, the golden dragon shadow suddenly swung its tail and broke free of all the chains in an instant.

The powerful figures from the surrounding academy were all thrown away.

"Cough cough!"

The academy's strongest members coughed up blood.

"Even our combined efforts cannot suppress this literary fortune. It seems that only the old dean might have a solution!"

Li Yan's eyes widened as he watched the golden dragon shadow rush towards him, with no way to avoid it.

In the critical moment, Qin Luo raised his hand and made a grasping motion in the air. A large hand reached out from the void and directly grabbed the golden dragon shadow, restoring peace to Haoran Academy.

Li Yan approached Qin Luo, his brows furrowed slightly, somewhat puzzled. "Fellow Daoist, have you come for literary fortune?"

"Dean Li, please don't misunderstand. My friend and I founded Jinghu Academy, but we didn't have much experience. We just happened to be passing by Haoran Academy, so we thought we would visit Haoran Academy to learn from their experience."

Qin Luo stretched out his hand, revealing a golden dragon pearl formed from the golden dragon shadow. "I have suppressed this literary fortune, and there shouldn't be any problems for a while."

Li Yan looked at the dragon pearl formed from literary fortune in Qin Luo's hand. He didn't know whether he should take it back. An old man with white hair and beard appeared nearby. He stroked his white beard, had a kind smile on his face, and said softly, "This is the literary fortune that the founder of Confucianism suppressed in Haoran Tower to prevent the literary lineage from being cut off."

"Elder Yan!"

Li Yan bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

Qin Luo smiled and bowed, saying, "Senior, since this was left to Haoran Academy by the founder of Confucianism, I should return this fortune to Haoran Academy."

The white-bearded old man smiled and shook his head. "For ten thousand years, too many talented juniors have entered Haoran Tower, wanting to gain the recognition of this literary fortune, but all have ended in failure. Young friend, you can suppress this literary fortune, so this literary fortune is rightfully yours."

"Old Yan is right."

Li Yan lowered her head in shame.

Qin Luo said earnestly, "Senior, I really don't want this literary fortune. Please keep it for me."

Li Yan looked at Qin Luo with disbelief; someone could actually resist the temptation of literary talent.

The white-bearded old man stroked his beard, squinted, and smiled, "Young friend, only you can suppress this literary fortune. If this literary fortune stays in Haoran Academy, who knows what trouble it will cause? With great power comes great responsibility. You can't just shirk your responsibilities, can you?"

"All right."

Qin Luo had no choice but to put away his literary talent.

The white-bearded old man said softly, "Little Li, the academy has just experienced turmoil, you should go and get busy."

"promise!"

Li Yan turned and left.

The white-bearded old man extended his hand in invitation, "Young friend, shall we go to a quiet place to talk?"

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