I proved immortality through the imperial examination.

Chapter 46 Struggle for Streams
"The restrictions have been loosened, and the literary energy here can now connect with the Heavenly Dao. Gentlemen, you can then fully display your talents."

Wei Wendao shouted loudly.

Then I heard someone recite, "The long wind splits the waves and billows the sails, a single oar crosses the river and towering mountains."

In an instant, several wisps of azure aura disappeared, and a strong wind suddenly rose, propelling the large ship forward.

Xue Xiang was deeply moved. His words had changed the world. Was this the true power of literary talent?
Although he had never been in contact with Wenqi, he had heard many legends about him.

When one cultivates literary energy to a high level, it is enough to shake the heavenly Dao of literature. Even outside of this trial realm, it can unleash terrifying power.

Clearly, today's trial is a rehearsal for the future.

Just then, a thought flashed through everyone's minds: the details of the first test had arrived.

The scholars from the six cities were to form teams and cross the Wenyuan Sea to reach the land bathed in golden light.

Those who achieve the highest level are bestowed with golden light and literary elegance.

Those who achieve this level will be bestowed with a purple aura and literary grace.

Furthermore, he was bestowed with black light and literary aura.

Once the consciousness was guided through, some cheered, thinking that this hurdle had been overcome and the literary talent had been obtained.

Immediately, someone with broad knowledge poured cold water on him, saying, "In all the trials over the years, only about 20% have successfully obtained literary energy."

The literary spirit bestowed by the rules must be the literary spirit floating on the sea of ​​literature.

This kind of literary energy only applies to our current trial and does not equate to us being able to bring out the literary energy of Qingyun Platform.

"Enough said, look, Yong'an has already sent it first."

After shouting loudly, Wei Wendao recited aloud, "The long wind pushes away the broken silver waves, a leaf flies obliquely like sea smoke."

In an instant, cyan runes materialized, the large ship unfurled its heavy sails, and a howling wind propelled the ship forward at breakneck speed.

One person echoed loudly, "The waves borrow the wind's might to propel the long boat, and the sky follows the sail's shadow to the cloud's root."

Then someone recited aloud, "White gulls make way for sails vying for water, blue mist brushes against boats as the wind passes through the bay."

One after another, the poems, driven by the wind and water, emerged, causing the azure literary energy to vibrate and evolve into a raging wind, forcing the large ship to move like an arrow released from a bow.

Everyone on the ship had a solemn expression. Of the six large ships on the Wen Yuan Sea, they were the only ones lagging behind, like shooting stars chasing the moon.

One person shouted sharply, "The heavenly wind shatters stars like rain, ten thousand boats burn the sky chasing the sun..."

Before he could finish his poem, Wei Wendao struck him on the back with a palm strike.

The man blushed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The people on the boat looked at each other in bewilderment. Someone said, "Brother Cao, Brother Wei is trying to save you."

The poems you wrote are too grand in spirit, but your talent cannot support them, and they are prone to backfiring.

If Brother Wei hadn't stopped you, you would probably be seriously injured.

Gentlemen, this place is the legacy of sages and virtuous men. Its literary spirit connects with the divine heart and can transform all things for our use.

But there are two prerequisites: the poet's own talent must be able to support the spirit and power of the verses.

Someone asked, "Then what does it mean to be able to hold on?"

"That's a good question. It either means you're confident it will become a masterpiece or a work that will amaze you for a time."

Therefore, you all need to make your own judgment and lest you make a mistake.”

Among the Confucian scholars present, some had a family tradition of learning, while others, like Xue Xiang, lacked such a foundation and were unaware of these key points.

As the "Yunmeng" ship, where everyone was, fell further and further behind, everyone's gaze unconsciously drifted toward Xue Xiang.

Wei Wendao's expression was solemn. Suddenly, he cupped his hands towards Xue Xiang and said, "Brother Xue's poetic talent is astonishing, as everyone knows."

If it can still perform its miraculous function, it will save everyone.

Of course, inspiration is like starlight; it doesn't come from just casual talk.

Brother Xue, just do your best.

Xue Boyi Wang Xiang had actually been itching to participate for a long time. How could he miss out on such a magnificent and spectacular moment?

However, he had already anticipated the consequences of acting rashly.

You'll inevitably be seen as a show-off by everyone, wasting your hard work and gaining no goodwill whatsoever.

Now it's great, everyone is asking for favors, not only have we put on a show and made a good impression, but we've also gained favors.

This is how a mature man should act.

Then Xue Xiang said loudly, "The wings of the heavens spread out in fury, and the raft of the sea pours down for ten thousand miles."

He had barely finished reciting those two lines when the world seemed to change color, and Xue Xiang's face turned bright red.

Everyone held their breath, fearing that if Xue Xiang didn't deliver another brilliant line, the sheer grandeur of those two lines, without a sufficient legacy to sustain them, would surely backfire on him.

Then Xue Xiang shouted like a thunderclap, "There will be times when the wind will break the waves, and I will set sail to cross the vast ocean."

Swoosh, swoosh,
Everyone was stunned. The purple spiritual energy, like sprites, leaped and fluttered, then transformed into a swift gust of wind that swept up the large ship.

call!
Everyone felt as if they had been struck by lightning; the feeling was incredibly intense.

Xue Xiang was also shocked.

He always knew that in this world brimming with literary talent, the timeless poems and extraordinary writings he possessed from another time and space would become his greatest advantage.

However, he never figured out how this cheat manifested itself.

At this moment, simulating this in the Trial Realm is incredibly exhilarating.

Almost instantly, everyone's long hair was straightened, their clothes clung tightly to their bodies, and the airflow rippling across their faces like flowing water.

"what!"

On the "Yong'an" ship, Song Shijia, the newly appointed top scholar, stood at the bow, gazing into the distance with a sense of pride and satisfaction.

Behind him, the ships of the other five cities stretched further and further away.

Seeing that the outcome was already decided, he didn't even bother to pay attention to the defeated soldiers behind him.

Just then, a streak of purple light flashed past him without him even seeing it clearly; it disappeared in a flash.

"It looks like a ship?"

A bearded man said.

"A ship? Purple light... This must be a vibrating purple rune pattern, gold, purple, black, white, and cyan, almost golden literary energy, are you kidding me?"

Song Shijia's eyes widened.

“It’s a ship. Look, there’s one missing at the back. The Yunmeng is missing.”

someone exclaimed.

"There is a Mr. Er Diao in Yunmeng. I heard that his poems are excellent and his talent is overflowing. In this world of trials where literary spirit prevails, it is not impossible for him to produce a divine work."

His small eyes hit the nail on the head when he spoke.

"No, Yong'an is the seat of the prefecture. If we lose to Yunmeng, wouldn't we be laughed at? How could we face the consequences?"

Song Shijia flicked his sleeves and said, "Trials are meant to be a competition between people. At this time, we must not follow the example of those pedantic scholars and engage in the old ways of being gentle, kind, respectful, frugal, and modest."

If not now, when?

At this point, he shouted in a long voice, "All boats racing are like straw dogs, but a single icy python can determine the fate of the world."

In an instant, the azure aura trembled, and a cold, gleaming chain, as thick as a child's arm, shot out like an electric python, stretching for thousands of feet.

With a clang, the sharp grappling hook pierced precisely into the stern of the "Yunmeng".

A loud bang startled everyone, causing them to jump.

"mean!"

Wei Wendao roared, "Ten thousand scrolls of literature temper the sword's edge, a dragon's roar shatters the golden shackles."

A golden sword fell from the sky with a loud clang, and the cold, gleaming chains snapped in two.

Before the group could even catch their breath, dozens of chains shot towards them.

Song Shijia's actions finally set a precedent.

"The wind and thunder beneath my pen condense into a blade, and the completed poem pierces the nine netherworlds with its cold light!"

"The raging waves of the ink pool temper the green blade, each character a shooting star that pierces the heavens!"

"The sword's energy soars through the mountains of books, and with a single stroke of the pen, the iron chains snap!"

The candidates from Yunmeng dared not slack off and did their best.

In an instant, the sword and saber flashed coldly, shattering countless chains.

However, the chains came on even more fiercely.

Bang, bang, bang, the tail of the "Yunmeng" was pierced one after another.

"Hahaha……"

Song Shijia laughed loudly, “Yong’an is the seat of the prefecture, so it’s clear who is bigger and who is smaller.”

Why do you, my lords of Yunmeng, choose to defy the will of Heaven?

I have no intention of ruining your opportunities, but if you are ungrateful, I, Song, will personally send you into the sea.

(End of this chapter)