The sage was determined to die.

Let's go back two days.

The chief priest did not restrict their travel, but the three of them still found a pavilion to sit down. It wasn't that they couldn't afford to go to a restaurant outside, but rather that none of them wanted to spend money to treat others.

They all insisted that they were the poorest.

Ji Bai sat on the stone bench eating free pastries. He hadn't been in this world for long, and only had a vague understanding of many things.

When he was in prison, his fellow inmates barely knew any characters. Now that he was out, he even encountered two scholars with literary talent. Although they both seemed unreliable, he still asked, "Gentlemen, would you mind telling me how you acquired your literary talent in the Mountain of Books?"

Xie Bi'an thought for a moment and then told the truth: "Everyone's opportunities in the Mountain of Books are different. When I entered the Mountain of Books, there was a teleportation error, and I was teleported to the camp of the Chen Kingdom. When they saw that I was a genius from the Qi Kingdom, how could they let me go easily? They chased me all the way to the cliff, but I didn't expect that there would be a literary heart there..."

Ji Bai couldn't help but think of the old online novels he had read, and asked in surprise, "And then you obtained that literary heart?"

Xie Bi'an nodded.

I guess I'm lucky.

He clutched his chest, his heart pounding, and said with a sigh, "Back then, this Wenxin burrowed into everyone's chest, and everyone felt excruciating pain. The pain almost made me want to end it all, and some people did. But I endured it until the end, and naturally, the Wenxin became mine."

He spoke so casually, as if he didn't take it seriously at all.

Ji Bai, however, felt more and more strongly that this mountain of books was not a good place.

"He's lucky."

Ji Tianyuan didn't mention how he acquired his literary talent. As a former prince, he naturally knew far more than Xie Bi'an. While peeling peanuts for himself, he explained to Ji Bai, "Although a sixth-grade literary talent is precious, it's not enough to attract the covetous eyes of powerful figures. But for someone like Senior Sister Chen, without a powerful family to rely on, it would be very difficult for her to protect her literary talent..."

A person of great importance, whom even princes could only address with respect.

When Ji Bai visited his senior brothers and sisters, he also thought about this question. His senior brothers and sisters were all the pride of heaven. Who in the Qi Kingdom would want to harm someone and steal Wenxin? But what if they were not from the Qi Kingdom?

Ji Tianyuan gave him a profound and unfathomable look.

Above all nations, there are five great immortal sects and aristocratic families.

Although they call themselves the Immortal Sect, they are actually five aristocratic families with a history of thousands of years, possessing countless scholars. With the Prison Sea as the boundary, the aristocratic families have fought a thousand-year-long battle with the demon race. All the countries within the human realm are under their "protection," and the aristocratic families have also sent officials to each country to participate in internal affairs.

For example, Wei Huan, the national advisor of the State of Qi, was personally sent by the royal family of Baiyujing.

With their aristocratic families holding extraordinary status, no one dared to offend the Imperial Preceptor.

Ji Bai took a sip of tea, understanding the other person's implication, and asked, "What is Senior Sister's literary talent?"

Ji Tianyuan was also very distressed when she mentioned this, saying, "Alas, a second-rank scholar is all talk and no action. He can use the power of words to summon wind and rain to form a sword hidden in his belly. When he draws his sword, he will surely kill someone."

Thinking of my senior sister now, silent and like a living dead stone, it's hard to imagine how spirited she was back then.

They both sighed at the same time.

"What superb killing technique!"

"What amazing farming skills!"

Ji Tianyuan gave Ji Bai a strange look.

Ji Bai pointed to the sky and explained, "Didn't you say that Senior Sister's literary talent could summon wind and rain? Farmers rely entirely on the heavens for their crops. Senior Sister's literary talent was of such a high grade; if it hadn't been destroyed, it would surely have improved in the future, right?"

"When the drought comes, Senior Sister will go and bring rain wherever it occurs, and the grain yield will naturally increase, right? Then more people will be spared from starvation."

Ji Tianyuan felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

Xie Bi'an was also stunned by what he heard.

They had never used the literary mind from this perspective before, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be perfectly reasonable.

Ji Tianyuan had always felt sorry for her senior sister, but now she felt even more sorry. Suddenly, she realized, "No wonder they... I thought... I see..."

The Qi Kingdom doesn't receive much rainfall, so every spring when planting crops, they almost always have to borrow a scholar from Baiyujing to summon wind and rain to pray for a smooth harvest. The price they have to pay is naturally not low, and they dare not refuse.

"Where is Senior Brother Qiao's literary talent?"

Ji Tianyuan suddenly grasped Ji Bai's hand and whispered, "I don't know exactly what Senior Brother Qiao's Wenxin is, but I heard the teacher say that as soon as Senior Brother obtained Wenxin, he could conjure up white paper out of thin air and control the size and weight of the paper. The paper is strong and unbreakable, which is very useful for trapping and killing enemies."

Ji Bai's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again.

No wonder there are so many sheets of paper covered in writing in my senior brother's courtyard; he must really enjoy reading.

"Do you think it's possible?" Ji Bai pondered, "If Senior Brother's literary talent were still intact, he might not only be able to conjure blank sheets of paper in the future, but also control the form and content of the paper, perhaps even turning it into books?"

Ji Bai never possessed the literary mind, and therefore did not fall into the most direct use of the literary mind, such as murder.

Thinking that the original owner had to sell everything he owned to afford school, Ji Bai couldn't help but lament, "Paper is so expensive in the capital. Most families don't send their children to school, not because they lack ambition, but simply because they can't afford it. The cheapest ordinary book costs at least five taels. If Senior Brother's Literary Heart could truly have such miraculous effects, how many children could afford to go to school?"

Xie Bi'an, who was standing to the side, put down his teacup and suddenly sneered twice.

The two turned to look at him, only to see him wave his hand and say, "It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of something very coincidental."

Ji Tianyuan's face darkened instantly.

Ji Bai was confused, but then he saw that the other party's expression was like he had eaten dog shit. He gritted his teeth and said, "Six months after my senior brother Wenxin was cut off, the largest bookstore in Qi was born. Its prices were much cheaper than those of ordinary bookstores, but the printing quality was surprisingly good. In less than two years, it monopolized the industry."

"The biggest backer of this bookstore is the Imperial Preceptor."

Xie Bi'an shrugged and said, "No one would risk offending the Imperial Advisor to investigate a bookstore, but this is truly a case of 'no coincidence, no story.'"

The three of them each drank a cup of tea.

"That's why I said you were too lenient with that bastard Wei Zhiyuan."

Ji Tianyuan said with a righteous expression, "This bastard is really going too far. Ji Bai, this time we must make them pay a hefty sum."

Ji Bai nodded.

In my heart, I felt sorry for my senior brothers and sisters. These two should have been promising educators and agricultural experts. What a pity, what a pity, their potential was ruined.