The sage was determined to die.

A struggle for literary talent?

Yan Ming instinctively wanted to shake his head.

It wasn't that he didn't want this literary heart, but rather that he already possessed one. Although he considered himself exceptionally talented, he didn't intend to forcibly fuse two literary hearts, which was tantamount to suicide.

But it's clear that he can't control what the people around him think.

"Wenxin, do we also have a chance?"

The scholar beside Yan Ming, though eager to get started, hesitated slightly: "We might have a chance too? But... but I see that both Chen and Chu have left."

Yan Ming reached out and pinched the other man's arm, lowering his voice to say, "Why are you trying to be so stubborn? Haven't you thought about why the people from Chen and Chu left?"

The man nodded and said frankly, "What other reason could there be? They're simply not meant to be with this literary talent."

Yan Ming: "..."

Just because they weren't meant to be, does that mean you are?

Yan Ming's "it's none of my business" attitude clearly displeased the others. Unlike Yan Ming, who had incredible luck, they had managed to gain literary talent as soon as they entered the Book Mountain.

Thinking about it that way, I felt a little embarrassed.

The man chuckled, but his feet betrayed him, silently widening the distance between himself and Yan Ming. "Brother Yan, you probably don't want to miss the chance to win Wenxin's heart, do you?"

Of course he wanted to.

Yan Ming's mind raced. Although they were all Jinshi (successful candidates in the highest imperial examinations) from Qi, their relationship was clearly very superficial. Naturally, he was worried that someone might obtain more literary talent than him.

Unfortunately, it couldn't be stopped.

Although Granny Tan hadn't read many books, she had met quite a few educated people, and she was well aware of the fluctuating relationships between these individuals.

"Winning someone's heart truly depends on fate."

When the old woman was unusually good-tempered, anyone who knew her would realize that this was a sign she was about to trick someone.

Unfortunately, these newbies were incredibly naive.

"Just because people from other countries are not eligible doesn't mean you are not."

Following Ji Bai's advice, Granny Tan began to lay out her bait, sighing, "Actually, that young man from Chen Kingdom almost got my top-grade Wenxin, but unfortunately he already had a Wenxin, and his body simply couldn't accommodate two."

A superior literary talent!

Several people who had not yet developed literary talent suddenly had their eyes light up, and even Yan Ming couldn't help but have his eyes darken.

They never expected that there would be a top-grade literary heart here, and that it had not yet been obtained by anyone.

"We want to go!" someone immediately raised their hand.

The old woman remained calm and composed, a gentle smile on her face, but she couldn't help feeling envious of Ji Bai's good fortune.

There's no other reason than that the intelligence of these few idiots in front of him lowers the bar for Ji Bai's infiltration plan by several notches.

Even if Ji Bai hadn't managed to infiltrate, those few idiots wouldn't have been smart enough for him to handle.

Is this the kind of luck that only scholars can have?

For the first time, the mother-in-law felt a pang of regret for her lack of knowledge and skills.

Leaning on a wooden stick she'd picked up from somewhere, using it as a crutch for her weak legs, she slowly walked deeper into the woods, speaking leisurely to the people behind her.

"Although you don't know the details of your connection with Wenxin, you are certainly lucky."

"There's only one person left from the last round of assessments."

The group was puzzled, but then they heard Granny Tan turn her head and say vaguely, "In other words, if any of you can defeat one of him, you will have a chance to obtain Wenxin."

The breathing of the group suddenly became rapid.