The sage was determined to die.

In his spare time, Chen Ji also liked to read storybooks.

The kinds of books he read were numerous and varied, including tales of the strange and the supernatural, and miscellaneous records of fireworks. The stories were mostly different, but what they had in common was that each character, before dying, would speak at length or in fits and starts.

It's like you have to leave a last message for the world before you can die willingly.

Chen Ji scoffed at this.

Unexpectedly, when it was my turn, I didn't even have the chance to say my last words.

The ability to simultaneously possess two literary hearts is not uncommon in the Chen Kingdom.

He had the privilege of meeting that person once when he was very young.

The royal family of Chen did not have the surname Chen, but the most prominent family in Chen did.

As the only son of the prestigious Chen family in this generation, Chen Ji was considered a nobleman in the Chen Kingdom. He was arrogant from a young age and rarely behaved himself. He had played many pranks since childhood, and his well-behaved moments only made those around him more terrified.

When his father forcibly pressed him in front of that man, he put on a show of humility and modesty. The man glanced at him and said only that the boy's talent was too mediocre.

Chen Ji was a man who respected the elderly and cared for the young. He was about to pick up a razor to shave the man's beard and ask him if he was still mediocre. The man shook his head, uttered a bunch of words that Chen Ji didn't recognize at all, and then left with a final sentence.

"If you ever manage to enter the world of books, never try to cultivate a second literary talent."

Young Chen Ji looked indignant: "I am the number one genius in Chen Kingdom. You dare say I'm not qualified again?"

"You're not qualified."

The man, still not satisfied, added another sentence.

"He's still naive."

Chen Ji, whom the sage Chen Guowen deemed "unqualified and naive," recklessly persisted until the age of eighteen. Every year, he would write letters to the sage, who was far away in the Kui Xing Pavilion, to harass him. The sage was good-tempered and accepted letters from students all over the world, but he almost never read or replied to them.

Before entering the mountain of books, Chen Ji even sent a letter to the other party, informing them that he would definitely obtain two literary hearts from the mountain of books and return.

When that time comes, he will join Baiyujing and learn how to kill demons.

Unlike the thousands of letters that had been lost to time, this time, the old man replied.

These two short lines perfectly encapsulate the personal cultivation of a contemporary literary sage.

"Don't go, you might die."

"No, you should still go. You might meet a genius."

Who could be more talented than him?

Chen Ji originally intended to tear up the letter, but after considering the other party's capabilities, he silently stuffed it deep into the cabinet.

just wait.

Waiting for him to return from the mountain of books with two literary hearts, so that I can personally deliver a letter to the Kui Xing Pavilion and slap him in the face.

The moment the second Wenxin entered the body.

Chen Ji only had time to glance at Ji Bai before the sudden pain almost numbed him, leaving him no time to leave his last words.

On that unfamiliar, bright red face, he saw Ji Bai's clear, black-and-white eyes.

Chen Ji never took the other party seriously. Like most students, he regarded the examiners of the Book Mountain as strangers. They were not their competitors, so he naturally did not pay much attention to them.

At that moment, Chen Ji suddenly realized—

This is a huge loophole.

They were neither strangers nor suspicious of the examiners at the mountain of books, foolishly believing their words. They believed that as long as they followed their words and actions, they could obtain the literary talent they so desperately desired.

But what if the examiner wants to kill him?

Ji Bai looked at him expressionlessly, a slight smile playing on his lips, and the arrow formed from Wen Xin instantly pierced his heart. Only killing intent flashed in his clear, black and white eyes.

At that moment, Chen Ji suddenly realized...

They had fallen into a trap.