The sage was determined to die.

He looked at Ji Bai in disbelief.

"Is this how Wenxin is preserved?" Chen Ji was shocked.

Something's not right.

Chen Ji was not an ignorant novice. He already had a literary heart in his body, although this literary heart was very incompatible with him. It felt like a hole had been opened in his heart and a new heart had been forcibly squeezed in, and this heart was made of wood.

Whether or not a person needs a second heart is not important.

Even if many people obtain Wenxin, they cannot fully control it. If they are unlucky, they may even be killed by Wenxin's backlash.

Of course, this can only be considered as him being unlucky.

"No, this looks more like a post-operative rejection reaction," Ji Bai thought to himself.

Ji Bai curled his fingers slightly. Even though Wen Xin had left his body, he could still feel the subtle connection between himself and her.

It seemed that with just a thought, he could completely take back Wenxin, and...

He glanced at Chen Zishu, whose blood vessels had ruptured, and frowned, asking, "Are you in a lot of pain?"

Chen Ji was breathing heavily, looking like a half-dead man with more breaths than exhaled.

He turned his head, wiped away the blood he coughed up from the corner of his mouth, and said with a firm look in his eyes, "What is this price as long as I can obtain Wenxin?"

Ji Bai lifted his eyelids and, through the other person's skin, saw directly into Chen Ji's heart.

The other party's heart was clearly overloaded, with a shrunken wooden thorn stuck in its bright red heart. That was the Wenxin that Chen Ji had obtained earlier. The wooden thorn grew roots, took root in the blood vessels, and continuously drew Chen Ji's blood.

...Is this thing really a good thing? Ji Bai couldn't help but wonder to himself.

Chen Ji did not move. In fact, even breathing hurt him now, and the pain in his chest was particularly intense.

It's okay, it's okay.

Chen Ji kept reminding himself that as long as he could obtain two Wenxin, he would become the first-rate genius among all the kingdoms.

He was different from those ordinary people.

He was going to Baiyujing to kill demons.

Ji Bai had no idea what he was thinking.

With a thought, Ji Bai transformed the clear, emerald-green Wenxin outside his body into a small arrow. While Chen Ji was still fantasizing about the future, the arrow streaked through the air and pierced his heart with a "whoosh."

This looks like murder.

In reality... it's not much different from murder.

Chen Ji instantly closed his eyes and collapsed to the ground with a thud. Blood gushed from the corner of his mouth. If it weren't for the faint rise and fall of his breath, he would have looked no different from a dead man.

In just a few breaths, Chen Ji's entire appearance dimmed.

"Hold on, as long as you survive to the end, this Wenxin is yours." Ji Bai said to himself.

Ji Bai squatted on the ground, watching the wooden spikes and arrows constantly torment Chen Ji's fragile heart. His body was shrinking at a visible speed, like a large purple sweet potato turning into dried purple sweet potato.

Chen Ji's heartbeat gradually weakened.

At the same time, the two hearts, while tearing at each other, slowly merged together.

Although Ji Bai was a half-baked examiner, he could be considered a student who enjoyed attending classes.

Xu Tangyi never suggested that he collect the two Wenxin together.

Most literary minds in the world are incompatible.

"What happened?"

Ji Bai ran his finger across Chen Ji's nose, and Chen Ji, who had been so lively for so long, was now only breathing faintly.

"Are you going to die?" Ji Bai couldn't help but ask.

"Chen Ji".

Ji Bai nudged the other person's body, watching as the other person gradually faded and molded from a dried purple sweet potato, turning into a grayish-white color due to excessive blood loss.

If the two Wenxins were allowed to continue absorbing the energy, this person would undoubtedly die.

Ji Bai sighed.

His mind raced again, and he intended to summon the little arrow, but to his surprise, the little arrow, wrapped in a wooden spike, pierced through Chen Ji's heart the next second.

Ji Bai's body gained a new channel for sensing the literary mind.

At the same time, Chen Ji lost his literary talent.