The sage was determined to die.

Ji Bai suddenly stared intently at Gongsun Yang.

His fingers, which had been hanging limply, suddenly felt itchy for some reason. He bent them slightly and said thoughtfully, his face expressionless, "You're still not awake."

"I……"

Before Gongsun Yang could finish his sentence, his already flushed face was suddenly struck by several heavy punches, and his already buzzing head was hit even harder.

A hail of fists rained down on his face without mercy. After a while, he finally managed to squeeze out a complete sentence: "I'm awake! I'm awake!"

Hearing this, Ji Bai finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He nodded slightly to the man and exclaimed, "It feels so good to save a life."

Gongsun Yang, who was completely dazed from the beating, staggered to his feet after a while: "..."

Unbeknownst to him, Yan Ming, who had been watching the situation from the sidelines, was growing further and further away from Ji Bai. He couldn't help but hiss, as if the fist had landed on him every time Gongsun Yang was punched.

Seeing that things had finally calmed down, he slowly moved closer and couldn't help but ask, "You got Wenxin?"

Upon hearing this, Gongsun Yang's expression stiffened. He lowered his eyes slightly, his thoughts unreadable, and his hands involuntarily clenched.

"Yes." Looking up again, Gongsun Yang was touching his head, looking quite troubled. "It's much easier than I imagined."

Seeing this, Yan Ming looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated, and gave Ji Bai a very suggestive look with his beady green eyes, as if he was envious and jealous.

Ji Bai frowned slightly and turned to Yan Ming, saying, "Don't be so talkative."

Yan Ming pursed his lips, looking indignant. He cleared his throat and said, "You're such a philanthropist. You've made so many people owe you favors, why can't we say anything about it?"

After saying that, Yan Ming pouted and said to Gongsun Yang, "You're so smart, you should understand what I mean, right?"

Gongsun Yang didn't think of it for a moment. He was somewhat modest, but when he heard the other party say that, something suddenly flashed through his mind.

"I see."

Gongsun Yang's eyes widened, and his gaze towards Ji Bai was different now. He couldn't help but stammer, "Really... is this really okay...?"

Although the other party's speech was unclear, the clever Ji Bai naturally understood the implied meaning.

He sighed, looking very troubled.

"I originally only intended to try it on you guys, but I really didn't expect the results to be so amazing."

Ji Bai pulled Gongsun Yang up, his tone as calm and collected as ever, as if he had only done something extremely insignificant, rather than dropping such a bomb.

Neither of them were fools. Hearing Ji Bai's explanation, Gongsun Yang, despite still having many doubts, finally nodded and pondered, "I didn't expect it to be like this. If carrying fragments increases the probability of obtaining the Wenxin, then wouldn't that mean..."

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes darted toward Ji Bai's face, trying to find an expression of scheming or regret on that face.

But there was nothing, absolutely nothing.

Ji Bai even said to him, "Isn't this a good thing? Everyone can gain literary talent; isn't that a good thing?"

Is this person crazy...?

Or perhaps he's set some kind of trap?

The thought popped into Gongsun Yang's mind. He swallowed hard and gave Ji Bai a polite smile.