Yun Zhaochен said, "Pingchao, you saw what happened when Yun Fang wrote the edicts. It isn't that he doesn't want to give them away, but that writing them drains an enormous amount of his strength. If he won't sell them, let it go. By the way, Yun Fang, where should we keep the edicts?"
The six Grand Academicians had been holding their Literary Star Dragon Noble Edicts in both hands, not daring to be the least bit careless for fear of dropping them. After hearing Qiu Meng's words, all six realized that these were not merely treasures that ten thousand gold could not buy-even ten thousand jin of Dragon-Pattern Rice probably wouldn't secure one.
"Just keep them close to your bodies. These edicts are impervious to fire and water and very difficult to damage," Fang Yun said.
The six Grand Academicians immediately folded their Sage Pages with great care and conscientiously tucked them into their inner pockets.
"I'll pay a thousand jin of Dragon-Pattern Rice for one edict!" Lian Pingchao said, glaring at Fang Yun.
"You certainly know how to joke, Grand Academician Lian."
After saying that, Fang Yun ignored Lian Pingchao and rode his War-Poem Dragon Horse toward a wall, reaching inside his clothes to take out his River-Drinking Shell.
Throughout the journey, Fang Yun had kept the River-Drinking Shell hidden beneath his clothes so that no one would see it. Everyone else had assumed it was a Lake-Containing Shell.
Now that he needed to collect more than two hundred Dragon Race Inscriptions, a single Lake-Containing Shell would not suffice. He could only use the River-Drinking Shell. These inscriptions were the Dragon Race's books, and all were immense. Even the smallest stood a zhang tall, while the largest exceeded ten zhang. A Lake-Containing Shell's space, however, measured only one