Others were still busy when several generals came over to welcome Li Wenying.
"Lord Director!"
"Lord Li!"
"General!"
Because Li Wenying had once served as a general, those who had served under him were accustomed to calling him General.
Li Wenying had already taken in the situation from the air. At last, his gaze fell upon Chen Xibi, and he nodded. "Not bad. I have seen that demon turtle before. It was the Flood Dragon King's grandson and had the potential to transform into a dragon. Killing it was a tremendous merit. We scholars need not fear the loss of an arm. If you can become a Hanlin Academician, I will petition the Sacred Academy for a Life-Bestowing Fruit to regrow your severed limb. If that fails, once I become a Great Scholar, I will go to the Demon Realm and fetch one for you."
Chen Xibi immediately said, "I dare not conceal the truth, sir. I did not know that demon turtle was the Flood Dragon King's grandson. It ambushed me and knocked me unconscious. I did not kill it. Fang Yun used a War Poetry of nine layers of treasure light to summon the Arrow Sage's Divine Thought and kill the demon turtle."
"Oh!" Li Wenying's gaze flashed like lightning as he studied Fang Yun intently.
"We were all there and saw Fang Yun shoot the demon turtle dead with War Poetry. I just wrote down the poem. Please examine it, sir." Teacher Wang handed him the poem.
Li Wenying took it and immediately recognized that it was a poem based on historical fact, praising a sage of old. Its power would surely be extraordinary. At last, he said, "This line, 'Sank deep into the stone's sharp ridges,' is the finishing touch that brings the dragon to life.