The sage was determined to die.

The mountain of books is very special.

What's special is that you can't see either books or mountains.

The vast, barren, black scorched earth stretches as far as the eye can see, and even the howling wind is stained with blood and sticky. It's not surprising that such a bizarre-looking Gobi Desert has appeared.

Ji Bai thought to himself, if viewed from above, the densely packed people inside would just look like a slightly larger black pebble.

Ji Bai led a disorganized and disorganized team, recklessly but resolutely, into the territory.

He looked up at the place name carved in the scarlet Gobi Desert—Wulibi.

Ji Bai raised an eyebrow and said to Gongsun Yang beside him, "That's quite a cool name."

Gongsun Yang followed up with a reply: "What makes you say that?"

"Ignore it, doesn't that just mean being unreasonable?"

Ji Bai commented with an air of importance, "The examiners here must have bad tempers."

Gongsun Yang: "..."

Others: "..."

Those who heard Ji Bai speak in this way couldn't help but admire his superb reading comprehension skills.

Ji Bai didn't just randomly choose a place to come from. Although he could almost be called the chosen one of Shushan, it didn't stop him from knowing nothing about Shushan.

His conversation with the old woman allowed him to obtain a lot of useful information.

Ji Bai wanted to make a name for himself, so he naturally wouldn't go to a small place. After some calculation, Ji Bai realized that Wu Li Bi's position in the Book Mountain was similar to the geographical location of Xuzhou in ancient times, which could be described as a strategic location that military strategists would fight over.

Although the examiners here are strict, the number of literary works is truly abundant.

This is also where the finest literary works appear most frequently.

Ji Bai wasn't concerned about Wen Xin, but rather that this was bound to attract many people.

Thinking of this, Ji Bai immediately began to give instructions to everyone. His voice was very pleasant, but after listening to him speak, everyone couldn't help but show constipated expressions on their faces.

Many people, including Yan Ming, wanted to disappear into the ground the more they listened.

Seeing their performance, Ji Bai's face immediately fell.

"What, you can't even grant me this small request?"

Yan Ming forced a smile and managed to say, "Fine, as long as you're not afraid of embarrassing yourself."

Ji Bai waved his hand.

……

Ji Bai was right; Wulibi had indeed gathered a large number of people.

Those I know, those I don't, those from big countries, those from small countries.

It was even more bustling than the morning market.

Contrary to his expectations, the place was eerily quiet.

Large and small countries gathered together, and the densely packed people were piled up like sand, yet almost no one made a sound.

The Chu brothers deliberately stood in the corner, Chu Ze's gentle and distant gaze wandered outside, and even the usually talkative Chu Xi stood obediently behind his brother, only venting his inappropriate emotions by clenching his fists from time to time.

The injured Chen Ji stood silently in the Chen Kingdom's ranks, unusually so.

Before the assessment of Wulibi even officially began, the best spot had already been taken.

A scholar whose face was obscured knelt firmly on the ground with his back straight and his hands on the ground. Sharp pebbles pierced his palms and knees, yet he regarded himself as an emotionless bench.

His current situation is indeed that of a benchwarmer.

A richly dressed, excessively handsome young man was sitting on him.

The boy casually accepted the peeled fruit handed to him by the person next to him. This fruit was a specialty of the Book Mountain. The flesh was sweet, but the peel was covered with dense thorns. He glanced at the snow-white flesh and saw that there was indeed a tiny trace of blood on it.

The boy looked up, threw the fruit at the man's face, and calmly said, "You've made such a mess, how am I supposed to eat this?"

The scholar who had passed the imperial examination and the scholar who had sat on the bench were both scholars from the State of Chu. His hands were already covered in blood from being pricked, but he still knelt down tremblingly, saying in fear, "I'm...I'm sorry..."

The boy casually stretched out his foot and lightly crushed the hand until it was stomped into a rotten tomato.

The boy said in a flippant tone, "You've humiliated me so much, and now you're apologizing for doing such a small thing? Can't you even do this properly?"

Or perhaps—

The boy reached out his pale hand and suddenly grabbed the man's collar. His voice wasn't loud, but it sent chills down the spine of the listener: "You think offending Bai Yujing is no big deal?"

The man endured the pain in his hand and didn't make a sound.

He didn't dare look into the boy's eyes, and just kept apologizing, repeating "I'm sorry" countless times.

Wang Zhixuan suddenly felt very bored.

Ultimately, these two were merely blocking his path, yet he was wasting two hours punishing them, which seemed somewhat wasteful of his time.

He slowly stood up, but his gaze was fixed on the masked youth next to him, who had an extremely handsome half-face and cold eyes.

Wang Zhixuan blinked and said in a slightly coquettish tone, "Aying, I really want to eat that fruit. Why don't you peel it for me?"

Ji Ying looked at him coldly, then suddenly curled her lips and said, "If you're not afraid I'll poison you, you can try."

Wang Zhixuan waved his hand dismissively, saying, "You're just all talk."

"Yeah?"

Ji Ying looked at the young man, her voice low and cold: "Does that person from Bai Yujing know that you're just a member of a collateral branch of the Wang family, yet you dare to openly use Bai Yujing's name to travel around in the Book Mountain?"

These words clearly hit Wang Zhixuan's sore spot. Just as he was about to retort, he saw a large group of people walking over in a grand manner.

In terms of sheer numbers, no country on the field could probably match this team.

As soon as Gongsun Yang entered, he saw the most conspicuous spot in the mountain of books, which perfectly met Ji Bai's requirements.

This location was not only conspicuous, but there were also only a few people there, clearly separated from the Chen and Chu states not far away, so it probably wasn't a very important country.

Moreover, Gongsun Yang looked at the person standing in the center. The person didn't look very old and had an unfamiliar face. He guessed that the person was a Jinshi from a small country, just like him.

To show Ji Bai his determination, Gongsun Yang took the initiative to lead the group, with a bit of a bullying mentality, and led a group of people to claim territory.

He crossed his arms and soon arrived in front of the boy. Taking advantage of his height, he said in a demanding tone, "Get out of here, our boss has taken this spot."

It was called a discussion, but it was more like a notification.

Everyone present looked at Gongsun Yang in disbelief, which made Gongsun Yang blush for some reason.

Wang Zhixuan seemed to laugh in exasperation. He pointed to himself as if to confirm something with the other party.

Are you talking about me?

Gongsun Yang keenly sensed that something was amiss. He did not speak rashly, but the group of more than a hundred people took the initiative to make way for him.

The cheers of "Boss" rose and fell, and there were no flowers or red carpet. Otherwise, Ji Bai would have come over with more style.

Ji Bai glanced at him, and Gongsun Yang consciously stepped back behind him.

"I'm talking about you." Ji Bai looked at the other person arrogantly, "You little dwarf."