A complete set of Literary Guts and a Literary Guts Vortex were as different as heaven and earth.
Fang Yun swept his gaze across the crowd. "Since some of you still bear hostility toward me, go with them! When I, Fang Yun, do things, I never leave future troubles behind!" His voice was like winter descending as he raised a finger and pointed at more than twenty people.
Those more than twenty people were all from Wu Kingdom or Qing Kingdom. There was even one from Jing Kingdom.
Fang Yun pointed twenty-five times in succession. His Literary Guts trembled, forming invisible spiritual force that fell upon those twenty-odd people.
Those people believed they had concealed themselves well, but everyone here was a pure condensation of Divine Sense. Under the power of Literary Guts, no one could hide from Fang Yun.
"Y-you... Save me! I won't dare again! I did want to harm you, but I never acted on it! I..." one person cried, his body turning into shattered ice and vanishing.
The other twenty-odd people all met the same fate.
At the foot of Book Mountain, all was silent. Even those being blown into screams by the Strange Wind were so frightened that they shut their mouths.
Fang Yun clasped his hands toward those who had come to help him. "Thank you, fellow scholars. If we can remember what happened today after leaving Book Mountain, I will certainly repay you generously."
Yet the crowd had not recovered from their shock. Many were still terrified. If Fang Yun harbored the desire to harm others, he only needed to walk around the foot of the mountain once to shatter everyone's Divine Sense.
They were not afraid of failing to climb Book Mountain, but of consequences far more severe.
If one's Divine Sense