The sage was determined to die.

Ji Bai was like a prophet. Yan Ming just watched him sit there writing and drawing, and soon the contents of the paper gradually became richer.

He first looked at the unfortunate people below, then at Ji Bai, who was sitting on the ground, unkempt and preoccupied with taking notes.

Yan Ming remained silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Why are they either being chased by man-eating plants or rabid dogs? Could this all be your scheme?"

Ji Bai didn't stop writing, nor did he look up, and asked, "What do you mean by scheming?"

Yan Ming was stunned by these words.

Ji Bai raised his head, his tone serious, as if he were trying to prove something, and said, "This is clearly a reasonable use of resources."

Yan Ming: "..."

The other side of the coin.

The group worked themselves to the bone, finally managing to obtain a piece of literary talent.

Although it was only of medium to low quality, it still excited them greatly.

Before I could even get used to my newfound treasure, I was walking along the road, my mouth dry and parched, when I came out and... I came across a man-eating flower that was twice the height of a person.

The group immediately put their minds at ease and jumped up like rabbits, running until they were out of breath.

Fortunately, it was a close call.

The story of "near-miss" unfolded repeatedly right before their eyes. Yan Ming went from being surprised at first to dozing off with numb legs, but it didn't actually take long.

He looked at Ji Bai and couldn't help but say, "You really are a prophet."

Ji Bai put down the not-so-thick stack of papers, his tone filled with resentment, and said, "As expected, those people didn't come."

After a moment's thought, Yan Ming figured out who those people were.

He was about to pat the other person on the shoulder to tell him to think more positively when he saw that Ji Bai's eyes were filled with undisguised excitement as he shook something in his hand at Yan Ming.

He said, "The settings for these literary minds are quite scientific."

Yan Ming didn't understand what he meant by "science".

"Some people can burrow underground but suffer from oxygen deprivation, some can swim but are afraid of heat, and some can fly but also possess farsightedness..."

"Are all these settings really that scientifically accurate?"

His voice grew softer and softer, and his expression gradually became serious. Yan Ming couldn't understand what he meant at all.

"Tell me," Ji Bai's eyes shone even brighter, "is it possible for an ordinary person, weak and powerless, to defeat someone with literary talent?"

As someone with literary talent, Yan Ming's first reaction was that it was absurd, but before he could even utter a word, he realized that the other person's literary talent level was higher than his.

Yan Ming looked at the papers and said, "Many people in other countries may know this knowledge, but what can ordinary people do with just this knowledge?"

"After all," he straightened his back and said, "literary scholars can be upgraded."

Upon hearing this, Ji Bai suddenly clasped his hands together behind his head and nodded.

"Oh dear, I almost forgot about the current level of productivity development."

However, he clearly hasn't given up on his plans for the future.

"Is it really impossible?" he murmured. "I doubt it."

……

"Did you see it or not?"

On the other side, the old tortoise, gradually regaining consciousness, looked at the masked man in front of him with disdain.

Although he doesn't know who the other person is yet, his subconscious mind is already showing a hint of disgust towards them.

He looked at the vast expanse of land, which was practically devoid of anything, and asked, "Are you really going to take me to find someone?"