The sage was determined to die.

Poverty and coughs cannot be hidden.

Ji Bai never expected that talent was so difficult to conceal.

With a thought, the invisible binding force of Wenxin on Chen Ji was completely released. Under the incredulous gaze of the other party, Ji Bai frowned slightly and explained, "I didn't intend to kill you, I was just testing Wenxin."

Ji Bai nodded and said, "So that's how you use your literary talent. Is that how you use it too?"

Chen Ji, who had never used Wenxin before: "..."

Ji Bai's understanding of Wenxin was only superficial, so he naturally didn't know that most people who obtained Wenxin would find it almost impossible to use.

He shrugged, smugly oblivious to his own smugness, and said, "It's just for tying people up, isn't this literary heart utterly useless?"

Even more useless than this literary talent, Chen Ji: "..."

Chen Ji suddenly understood the other party's intention.

The red-faced monster in front of him is clearly a pervert. He clearly has the ability to kill him, but he keeps humiliating him here. What is his purpose?

Chen Ji thought darkly, "Isn't this all to break his defenses and psychologically turn him into a cripple?"

He won't let that bastard get away with it.

"So what if you stole my Wenxin?" Chen Ji said hoarsely. "There are so many Wenxin in the mountain of books. Even if this one is gone, I'll find a new one."

Completely unaware that he had become the villain in the other person's mind, Ji Bai blinked, then belatedly exclaimed "Ah!" and said, "I didn't actually want to steal your Wenxin."

Ji Bai presented the two Wenxin to Chen Ji with an indifferent attitude, which was seen as contempt and ostentation by the other party.

With a thought, Ji Bai made Wen Xin disappear from his palm. At the same time, he was covered in armor that looked impervious to swords and spears and was indestructible.

Chen Ji gritted his teeth, thinking, "What does this mean? Is he showing off that I didn't even have a chance to make a move against him?"

Ji Bai's muffled voice came from inside the armor.

"Your 'literary heart' isn't as useful as this one!"

Ji Bai explained helplessly, "Why would I steal it?"

The armor vanished along with the words, and the two Wenxins reappeared in front of Chen Ji, as if they were deliberately mocking him.

Chen Ji was momentarily stunned. What arrogant things had this person just said? Did he seem to be looking down on his literary talent?

But no one in the world would ever despise Wenxin.

Chen Ji understood the other person's subtext; Ji Bai was clearly looking down on him and trying to destroy his confidence.

If nothing unexpected happens...

This person probably won't let him try to integrate with Wenxin again, then enjoy watching him suffer and fail, and then laugh with pleasure.

Ji Bai scratched his head, explained the situation to the other person, and then suggested, "Although this literary spirit isn't very compatible with your body, it is still your literary spirit. Why don't you try to integrate it again?"

Although Ji Bai himself was not interested in literary arts, the people in this world clearly had a morbid pursuit of literary arts.

He guessed right!

Chen Ji couldn't help but shudder. He carefully suppressed his breathing and suggested, "Okay, but I want to try yours."

Ji Bai's literary talent was clearly much stronger than his.

Chen Ji slowly clenched his fists, his heartbeat quickening considerably.

There are only two ways to transfer one's literary heart: one is to forcibly take it, and the other is to give it away wholeheartedly. However, the latter is practically non-existent because no one would genuinely give their literary heart to another.

Giving Wenxin to someone else is absolutely insane.

"Okay."

Chen Ji saw the other person's cheerful smile, an expression that was as annoying as ever.

Ji Bai said nonchalantly, "Why don't you give it a try?"

Chen Ji suddenly felt a pang of regret.

These four words, full of hidden meaning, are practically threatening.