I, of the Cloud Dragon lineage, would rather starve to death than sell my daughter!

Kong Tianfang gazed at the Martial Dao Prodigies nearby, laughing and chatting animatedly with the Great Scholars, and sighed. "The last time we met, those little fellows were still disciples of the martial academy, running back and forth serving us."

"In the blink of an eye, they've already become the pillars of the human race in the Nine Thousand Li Realm."

Tian Haiyi smiled faintly. He naturally knew that Kong Tianfang was referring to the previous meeting—when Chen Luo had written "Autumn Wind, Stars Falling over Wuzhang Plains" in Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and Chancellor of Literature Yan Baichuan had led a hundred Great Scholars to Eastern Cang in an attempt to defy Heaven and change Zhuge Liang's fate.

Less than a year had passed if one calculated the time!

In such a short span, the academy disciples probably had not even finished reading one classic, yet these Martial Dao prodigies had already entered the Nine Thousand Li Realm and stood shoulder to shoulder with the Great Scholars?

Although they had marveled countless times at the cultivation progress of living in the same era as the Dao Master, every time they witnessed it with their own eyes, their hearts were still rocked by towering waves.

Especially that Song Wuji from Wudang—he was not even ten years old!

Had you ever heard of a Great Scholar who was not yet ten?

Throughout the history of the Confucian Sect, there had been no shortage of precocious geniuses. Yet among those with records handed down through the ages, there was only one person who came close: the young prime minister Gan Luo from several thousand years ago!

But Gan Luo had already been twelve when he became a Great Scholar!

If one insisted on counting, there truly had been a young Grandmaster