The sage was determined to die.

Chen Ji slowly opened his eyes.

He instinctively clutched his chest, where he felt an unprecedented sense of relief, a relief that instinctively filled him with fear and unease.

Something's not right.

"Where is my Wenxin?" Chen Ji's eyes were practically bloodshot.

The only response he received was an ambiguous look from the examiner.

From Chen Ji's perspective, the person in front of him completely ignored him, the victim, and his slender fingers were playing with two Wenxin, one of which was Chen Ji's "Killing Without Teaching".

Chen Ji instinctively wanted to take it back, but having suffered greatly and lost too much blood, he had completely lost his sense of history.

His literary talent was stolen...

Chen Ji despaired at the thought of this possibility.

Ji Bai was too embarrassed to confront Chen Ji directly.

Although he really didn't do it on purpose, the current situation clearly shows that he took advantage of someone's vulnerability to steal their things.

Moreover, these two Wenxin were like glue to his hands, impossible to shake off.

He even actually shook it.

This action, in Chen Ji's eyes, was utterly humiliating, almost like showing off.

"Look, the things you desperately want, I wouldn't even bother to throw away."

Chen Ji was not a person who was afraid of death.

Having lost Wenxin's protection, he stood bare-handed and assumed an attack stance towards Ji Bai. His tall and strong body was much weaker at this moment, but he still maintained his arrogance.

"Give me back my Wenxin." Chen Ji regretted saying it as soon as it left his mouth; how stupid of him.

Ji Bai raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the other person's battered body, and said honestly, "Your current body can't handle two Wen Xin. You almost died just now."

These words, when heard by Chen Ji, were automatically translated as—

"You want my Wenxin? Do you want to die?"

Ji Bai touched his nose, somewhat puzzled by the anger in the other's eyes, but still said good-naturedly, "Besides, this literary heart is incompatible with you, isn't it?"

"Save your breath, you're not qualified at all." The translated version echoed in Chen Ji's ears again, and he could still detect a deep mockery in the other party's nonchalant tone.

He's just like that other person... they both look down on me.

Chen Ji stared at the other person with burning anger, and as he looked, his face turned even paler.

The two Wenxin hearts that were pounding wildly in Chen Ji's heart, almost draining him of all his blood, were very obedient in Ji Bai's hands.

Obtaining the literary heart does not mean you can instantly master its power.

Each person who has just acquired the Wenxin (文心) has only scratched the surface of its development.

Even if it is completely unusable, it is not novel.

Although Chen Ji obtained the Wenxin, he could not unleash its power. In fact, just trying to use it made his heart feel like it was about to explode.

result--

Ji Bai felt a subtle connection between himself and the two literary hearts. It seemed that as long as he had a thought, he could use the power of the literary hearts. He was not very skilled at using this power, but it was surprisingly not unfamiliar to him.

Instead of using the "impregnable fortress," he tried the "killing without instruction" tactic.

If the former is a defensive literary heart, the latter is a completely murderous heart. Even when using this literary heart, the scholar will be subconsciously affected and have his subconscious killing intent aroused.

However, this works for others, but has almost no effect on Ji Bai.

Because he had no intention of killing anyone.

Isn't it said that literary talent is hard to control?

Ji Bai pondered carefully and came up with the only possibility.

...Could I be the legendary genius?

Ji Bai turned his head and glanced at Chen Ji. Instantly, Chen Ji was controlled by Wen Xin's power. Although there were no external objects on his body, his hands and feet were tightly bound together, as if he were bound by chains. His face slowly showed a suffocating expression.

Chen Ji thought to himself, "So this is how the literary heart is used."

He made no attempt to hide his jealousy, mocking, "Kill me? Ha, you've finally shown your true colors."

Ji Bai: "..."

If I say it was an accident, would you believe me?