The sage was determined to die.

Yan Ming's expression clearly showed that he was in much more pain than his body was.

He curled up, clutching his wrist and crying out in pain, his whole body convulsing violently as if he were a scalded shrimp.

Ji Bai was initially somewhat worried, but after watching Yan Ming's increasingly exaggerated performance, he couldn't help but kick him.

Unexpectedly, the opponent recovered quickly after that kick, and Yan Ming's cries of pain gradually weakened.

After a while, he suddenly said somewhat urgently, "Hey, how come my hand is healed?"

The hand, which had been pierced by shards and had some broken skin, now clearly had completely closed the wounds, and the entire palm had become smoother than before.

Ji Bai nodded and said, "Try your Wenxin ability."

Yan Ming was somewhat surprised by this, but he did not resist. He took a deep breath and then burrowed underground.

After a while, he popped his head out of the ground. Compared to his disheveled appearance when he first came down, his body was now completely free of dust.

"I've gotten stronger," Yan Ming murmured softly. "I really have gotten stronger."

Ji Bai remained silent for a moment, because he could keenly sense that there was now a subtle connection between him and Yan Ming.

The thread that no one could see clearly was much weaker than the one Gongsun Yang had shown before, and it was obviously much weaker than the one Yan Ming had shown, which was quite unexpected for him.

If you were a player, comparing Yan Ming and Gongsun Yang to cards in a game, you could obviously increase the number of cards you have at will.

Yan Ming hadn't expected to actually become stronger, and he was understandably excited. He looked at Ji Bai with a hint of elation in his eyes, winking and asking, "Brother Ji, do you have any more? Do you have any more?"

The way he casually spread his hands caught Ji Bai off guard for a moment.

Ji Bai put on a stern face and looked at the other person: "Don't bite off more than you can chew. Aren't you afraid of bursting if you improve too quickly?"

Yan Ming hadn't expected this. He was still caught up in the excitement of getting such a great deal, and when he heard Ji Bai say this, he suddenly realized that what the other person said made a lot of sense.

Seeing that Yan Ming did not press the matter further, Ji Bai breathed a sigh of relief.

If he guessed correctly, the Wenxin Fragments themselves couldn't help Yan Ming improve; what could help him improve was probably the new connection that had been added between them.

"This literary heart is truly special," Ji Bai couldn't help but think to himself.

……

Ji Bai said he wanted to tell this method to others, but Yan Ming and Ji Bai naturally disagreed.

But clearly, the other party did not consider their opinions.

"Can't you two be a little more magnanimous?"

Ji Bai spoke earnestly to the two of them, appearing to be a kind and helpful older brother.

"Isn't it good to help others?" Ji Bai said. "Helping others is a virtue."

Upon hearing this, the two were almost blinded for a moment by the moral halo surrounding the other.

Every time Ji Bai said this, the two of them would think of some nice words, such as hypocrite, sweet-talking but treacherous, outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant...

However, the fact that Ji Bai never actually harmed anyone after saying those words puzzled the two of them.

However, they soon realized that they had not misjudged him, and their doubts were dispelled.