The sage was determined to die.

Ji Baifa realized that, as the chief examiner, he actually wielded considerable power.

He picked up a list of candidates, which detailed each candidate's name, age, place of origin, country of origin, and current academic achievement.

His gaze lingered on Chen Ji for half a second; the information showed that he had already acquired a Wenxin.

"This candidate's compatibility with the 'killing without teaching' technique is less than 40%, and is rated as a medium-level consumable. It cannot withstand a second Wenxin for the time being."

Ji Bai read the person's information aloud and commented, "Already has one Wenxin, and now wants a second one, how greedy."

In order to send his literary talent out as soon as possible, Ji Bai looked at the candidates' information and selected a map. The more he looked, the more he felt that if he, as the chief examiner, wanted to show favoritism to someone, it would be as easy as breathing.

However, Ji Bai does not intend to give special treatment to anyone.

It wasn't that he was particularly impartial; it was mainly that no one offered him gifts.

Grandma, who had been watching impatiently for a while, urged, "What are you dawdling about? It's not like we can get the Wenxin (a literary talent). Just pick a few questions and that's it."

Ji Bai glanced at her and retorted, "That's why I got promoted and you got demoted. I call this professionalization and systematization, understand?"

The mother-in-law, during a heart-to-heart talk: "..."

Ji Bai started by choosing a few questions that he thought were the easiest, and soon after, the exam began.

……

In the void, each examinee opened their eyes.

"I'm all alone here. It seems everyone has been separated." Despite being a little worried about his younger brother, Chu Ze quickly calmed down and prepared himself.

Different spaces, different reactions.

What they had in common was that each person had a desk in front of them, complete with writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. The question for the first question was among them.

"Imagine you are a just and impartial judge who has never handled a single wrongful conviction or miscarriage of justice in all these years, and who never arrests innocent people or uses torture on them."

"There is a madman with the power of literary talent who is using it to plant multiple explosive devices in the city, endangering the lives of tens of thousands of civilians. Your men have captured the madman's wife and children. The only way to find out the madman's whereabouts is to beat them half to death. However, his wife and children were not involved. As a court official who does not like to harm the innocent, what should you do?"

Chu Ze frowned slightly and said, "I've often heard Father Emperor mention 'role-playing questions' in the Book Mountain assessment. Is this what it is?"

Without much hesitation, he picked up a pen and began to write slowly on the paper.

The fifty people who participated in the assessment were unaware that Ji Bai could see their every word and action in real time in the background.

At this moment, Ji Bai somehow found two soft reclining chairs and sat down on either side of the old woman who was having a heart-to-heart talk. He also had a handful of melon seeds in his hand, and while cracking the melon seeds, he read out Chu Ze's answer.

"As the Minister of Justice, the safety of the people in the city is naturally my top priority. I will first try to reason with the wife and children, appealing to their sense of righteousness. If they are unwilling to hand over the madman's whereabouts, I will have no choice but to use torture to force them. Although it will cost me my official title, it is nothing compared to the safety of the people."

The old woman, too lazy to crack the sunflower seeds, chewed them whole, shell and all, and swallowed them. Hearing Ji Bai's words, she suddenly rolled her eyes: "Hypocrite."

Ji Bai looked at her in surprise and said, "I didn't expect you to be so cultured."

"While it's not perfect, it's a standard answer, I suppose."

Ji Bai prepared to release the sea, took out paper and pen, and wrote in the examiner's evaluation column: "This candidate advocates for outcome justice and has some independent judgment. He can pass."

A short while later, the system evaluation section also popped up.

[This candidate's subjective opinion was too strong, they failed to present themselves well, and their approach was too opportunistic; therefore, their evaluation is above average.]

Ji Bai: "..."

Isn't this system a bit too harsh?

Within the void, the others also finished answering their questions.

"Immersion? A test?"

After reading the test questions, Gongsun Yang pondered for a moment. At this time, his attention was not entirely focused on the test questions in front of him, but rather on his performance when he participated in the hidden test of Wenxin.

"Back then, I was only focused on killing, killing, killing. You could say I forgot my roots once I got involved with literature."

Gongsun Yang sighed.

"Perhaps it was because I was too bloodthirsty that I failed to win Wenxin. I never expected that this assessment would give me another chance. I can't give up. This time, I must restrain my bloodthirstiness and be a good person."

He picked up his pen and began to write on the paper.

Ji Bai also frowned and read it aloud.

"As a righteous judge, I naturally cannot torture innocent people. Therefore, I chose not to torture my wife and children, but to reason with them and persuade them with compassion and courtesy..."

Ji Bai, after reading it: "..."

The mother-in-law listened with amusement.

She swallowed the sunflower seed shells and said, "This one is even worse than the last one. It's so fake."

Ji Bai braced himself and wrote down his evaluation: "This candidate advocates procedural justice and is relatively consistent with his self-image."

The system evaluation was also posted.

This candidate is hypocritical, opportunistic, and only cares about maintaining a superficial image, forgetting the true duties of the Court of Justice. A low-grade waste.

Ji Bai looked at the system's evaluation and was somewhat speechless.

The system is really at a loss for words; it's just another case of opportunism.

……

After reading the question, Chen Ji's first thought was that it was absurd, utterly absurd.

He said incredulously, "Are the lives of tens of thousands of commoners worthy of being compared to a scholar with literary talent?"

Chen Ji paced back and forth in the space, completely forgetting the surface meaning of the question, and pondered, "However, this scholar dares to defy me, not to cause trouble in other people's cities, but to cause trouble in my territory. Does he think I don't exist?"

He gently stroked his chin, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and picked up a pen to write the answer on the paper.

"Now that my wife and children know about the scholar, I should make good use of them, torture them to find out his whereabouts, capture him, and find a way to strip him of his literary talent and use him for my own purposes."

He completely forgot about the lives of those commoners and mocked, "If those commoners knew that their lives could be exchanged for a Wenxin, they would probably be ecstatic."

Ji Bai remained silent for a long time after finishing reading.

He picked up his pen and paused repeatedly on the paper, unable to think of any suitable words to describe the person for a while.

This time, the system's evaluation came a step ahead of his.

[This candidate actually managed to find the hidden answer, but unfortunately, although they had the idea that "literary talent is above all else," they completely deviated from the theme of role-playing. Medium to high quality material.]