Capítulo 1844: Chapter 1871: The Literature Circle—Not a Clan or a Sect!
“This is…”
“A book!”
“Soone wrote a book, not just calligraphy or prose, but a complete book!”
At this mont, everyone widened their eyes in unison. Even for these grandmasters of the literature circle, it was rare to communicate with the Heavenly Dao through a book—it was too difficult. Prose and stories with shorter lengths only need careful polishing to gain the Heavenly Dao’s recognition.
But a book isn’t like that. The chapters of a book are outrageously long, and if any chapter has a flaw, it won’t be acknowledged by the Heavenly Dao. To maintain high-intensity creation continuously while ensuring literary quality is sothing many people can’t achieve in a lifeti.
“Who wrote this?”
“Who has such a skill?”
“Looking across the Eight Desolates Domain—no, looking across the Boundary Sea—it seems only Mr. Yu could do it, right?”
“Could it be that Mr. Yu’s masterpiece is released today, coinciding with Chen Qingquan’s ascension? Is it a coincidence or intentional?”
“It seems the rumors are true; Mr. Yu has been forced to step down!”
The cultivators whispered among themselves. Regardless of the outco, today they had co for a treat. They hadn’t pledged allegiance to Chen Qingquan, but ca to observe, akin to spectators. Witnessing two instances of celestial phenona via literature in one day was a remarkable tale.
The words flickered continually, with each chapter lighting up half the sky.
It was calm, without the terrifying aura of the Thousand Birds Painting, but still managed to make one’s soul tremble.
This was the autobiography of Yu Huan Shui, bringing himself into the book’s characters, narrating his adventures with a young man nad Li.
The story was brilliant, without a hint of dullness. Between the lines was an underlying sense of danger, and the entire text wasn’t complete, only a part of it—the journey yet to unfold.
The final epilogue left the spectators wide-eyed and made Chen Qingquan and the older literary figures feel as though they had fallen into an icy pit.
“The literary world is not a clan power; there is no difference in seniority or rank. The capable co first, and so-called leaders are not leaders by position, but by becoming leaders, they earn the right to lead the masses!”
This single sentence left Chen Qingquan and his peers hearts icy cold. It’s evident that Yu Huan Shui was making a statent with this event.
It was a deliberate attack, using this occasion of taking office at Yumi Academy to undermine him with literature.
“Could it be that Mr. Yu wrote this while facing imprisonnt?”
“That can’t be! He was detained in the 18th Level of Hell; where would he find the ti to write a book?”
“Even if he began writing in the 18th Level of Hell, only a few months have passed. It’s impossible to produce such a monuntal work in such a short ti!”
“The timing defies logic. Did you notice? This book begins with Mr. Yu and Li Xiaobai adventuring together. When did he et Li Xiaobai?”
“Just before his release, which was less than a month ago! To create such a masterpiece in such a short ti—how we’ve underestimated the genius of Mr. Yu!”
After analyzing, several people felt a fear of Yu Huan Shui.
The crowd grew noisier. The book ntioned Xiaobai Academy, the new academy Yu Huan Shui established after leaving Yumi Academy!
“Chancellor Chen, there’s still so ti before Yumi Academy’s banquet, and we’re curious about Mr. Yu’s establishnt of Xiaobai Academy. We want to support it.”
“Indeed, Chancellor Chen is Mr. Yu’s disciple and should make an appearance. We, the elders, will go first and return later to celebrate with Chancellor Chen!”
Many cultivators stood up, clasped their fists respectfully, and then left. As they departed, they didn’t forget to take the Enlightennt Tea Leaves gifted by Yumi Academy.
Within re breaths, the hall was missing most of the cultivators as Chen Qingquan’s eyes twitched.
This band of schers saw the release of Yu Huan Shui’s work and fled in a flash.
Clearly, if everyone gathered under Yumi Academy’s banner, they’d be strong enough to rival or even suppress Yu Huan Shui, yet they showed no sense of timing!
“Chancellor Chen seems to harbor resentnt. As the saying goes, ‘You can’t see the forest for the trees,’—it seems you haven’t grasped Mr. Yu’s lesson.”
Li Shuwen, sitting in the front row, stood up and looked at Chen Qingquan and the assembly of old literary masters, speaking nonchalantly.
“What do you an?”
Chen Qingquan frowned.
“Mr. Yu wanted to tell you that the literary world is different from clan powers. It isn’t a sect, not bound by restrictions. Readers will flock to true grandmasters. No matter how splendidly you build Yumi Academy, literary weakness will not win hearts.”
“Unfortunately, even if you understand now, it’s too late. The relics behind you have delved into this path for years, their literary journey long exhausted; yet they’re unaware. Nor are you aware. At the cost of so fleeting satisfaction, you forfeit the chance of any progress.”
“Even after calculating every step, you cannot withstand the tiless flow of literary spirit.”
“In this farce, you lost effortlessly.”
Li Shuwen looked arrogantly indifferent, holding little regard for the old masters like Old Goat. Originally thinking Chen Qingquan had promise to climb higher, but now it seed that opportunity was erased.
The Heavenly Dao’s approval of Chen Qingquan’s seizure of power bound his fate closely with Yumi Academy. But now, with Yu Huan Shui establishing separate dominance and showcasing re literary talent, he drew all Yumi Academy’s guests away.
This academy had beco an empty shell. The possibilities of Chen Qingquan and the old masters along the literary path were cut off.
“Is that so?”
“That’s impossible! My academy has countless disciples, and our position in the Eight Desolates Domain is dominating, with support from various stars. How could we end like you claim?”
Chen Qingquan did not believe it. He managed an enormous power, prepared for months, tying alliances with various forces. Yumi Academy could be considered a massive cultivation empire.
Even if so headstrong scholars chased after whatnot Xiaobai Academy, he could still draw a large number of cultivators. With such a foundation, what did he have to fear?
Li Shuwen glanced deeply at him: “Then let’s wait and see.”
…
On the other side, outside Xiaobai Academy.
A large crowd had gathered, gradually swelling.
Xiaobai Academy was rely a dilapidated courtyard. Cultivators curiously examined it, with a table set up at the entrance. A young man sat behind it, smiling at them.
“May I ask, young sir, is Mr. Yu inside?”
Soone tried to strike up a conversation, but was imdiately pulled back by others.
“Hush, this is Li Xiaobai ntioned in the book!”
Soone recognized Li Xiaobai and quickly remarked.
Li Xiaobai lifted his head, beaming: “You’ve all co to see Mr. Yu, but want to join my Xiaobai Academy?”
“Indeed, indeed!”
“An autograph, each at a cost of one hundred pieces of premium rare earth!”
Li Xiaobai said gleefully.
“No entry without paynt.”
The crowd exchanged glances; the fees were being collected before anything began.
“I’ll offer one Yuan Magnetic Crystal to be at the front of the line.”
Soone recognized the blue mineral and boldly declared, as the energy contained within far exceeded that of rare earth.
“Why? I’ll offer two for a place ahead!”
“Don’t you understand first co, first served!”
“Ten pieces!”
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