The Great Song Dynasty: You were put in charge of teaching, and you produced a whole bunch of prime

The cold wind was like a knife, and the bonfire turned the night sky a fiery red.

Zhang San, the chieftain of Black Wind Village, with a face full of scars, grinned from ear to ear. He swung his forty-pound Xuanhua axe high in the air, the cold gleam of the blade already touching Su Shi's skull.

"Die—"

However, time seemed to freeze at that moment.

That broad axe, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, came to an abrupt halt just three inches from Su Shi's forehead!

Zhang San's eyes bulged out as if drawn by a magnet—his target wasn't Su Shi's head, but rather a corner of oiled paper peeking out from Su Shi's arms, which was being used to line the base of a copper hot pot.

The paper was rough and yellowed, stained with chili oil and old soy sauce stains. But in Zhang San's eyes, it was more precious than an imperial edict!

By the firelight, a line of flowing cursive script struck his retina like a thunderbolt:

"...Guo Jing used his left palm to protect himself while his right palm thrust out fiercely. This move was none other than 'The Dragon Regrets'! Liang Ziweng felt an overwhelming force of palm strike coming towards him..."

"This...this plot..."

Zhang San's hands trembled violently, as if he had suffered a stroke ten years prior.

Clang!

The axe struck the instep, nearly chopping his toes into mincemeat, but he didn't even flinch.

This man, his hands covered in blood, moved with the gentleness of someone caressing a newborn baby, trembling as he pulled the oil-stained paper from Su Shi's arms.

"The dragon soars too high and regrets its fate... Liang Ziweng was beaten until he vomited blood..."

Zhang San muttered to himself, then suddenly looked up, the glint in his eyes a hundred times more ferocious than when he killed someone:

"Wait a minute! The Bianjing Xinbao newspaper on the market has only serialized up to Guo Jing drinking snake blood! This part... this part hasn't even been released yet! Is this the legendary unpublished VVIP manuscript?!"

Su Shi, with his neck hunched and still clutching two ivory chopsticks in his hand, was completely bewildered by this turn of events.

He blinked his innocent-looking big eyes: "Huh? It wasn't published. I didn't write this draft properly; it's a scrap. I was planning to use it as a starting point..."

"Starting a fire?!"

Zhang San let out a sharp bang, his facial features instantly contorting as if someone had ripped out his heart.

"Such exquisite fighting! Such satisfying face-slapping scenes! And you actually used them to pad a hot pot?!"

Zhang San roared, spitting all over Su Shi's face, holding the oiled paper in his hands as if it were the Imperial Seal of the State: "What a waste! You're committing a crime! Tell me! Where did this manuscript come from? Did you kidnap the original author?!"

Su Shi swallowed hard. Although his calves were still cramping, he couldn't suppress the literati's flamboyant spirit ingrained in his DNA when it came to his professional field.

He puffed out his thin chest and struck what he thought was a very handsome pose:

"I am Su Zizhan from Meishan. This book... is my humble work."

The air froze for three seconds.

"You're Su Shi? Su the Third Scholar? That guy who cuts off chapters... oh no, I mean, Su the Great?!"

Zhang San gasped, staggered back two steps, and his eyes instantly switched from fierce to starry-eyed as if he had just seen his idol.

The hundreds of henchmen around, wielding knives and guns, were in an uproar, craning their necks as if they were watching a giant panda at a zoo.

"Boss, is this the legendary 'Old Thief Su'?"

"It doesn't seem like it! Guo Jing is so fierce in the book, how come the author is a pretty boy?"

"It's obvious that staying up all night writing has damaged his kidneys..."

"Shut up! You don't know anything!" Zhang San turned around and slapped his underling on the forehead. "This is called the spirit of a scholar! The essence is in the condensed form! Don't you know what 'gap moe' means?"

After berating his underlings, the formidable Black Wind Chieftain made a move that left everyone speechless.

"Thump!"

Without warning, Zhang San knelt on one knee, grabbed Su Shi's leg tightly with both hands, and let out a deafening howl:

"Dr. Su! You've finally arrived!!!"

"Do you know how agonizing it is for the brothers to wait for the night watch! There's no bookstore in Wild Wolf Slope. To buy a newspaper, we have to disguise ourselves and run ourselves ragged to the county town to snatch it. It's more tiring than robbery!"

"When exactly will Yang Kang die? Looking at his wicked appearance, I just want to go down the road and chop him down!"

"And when will Guo Jing finally marry Huang Rong?! My mother wanted to see them get married before she died! I've already prepared the money for the whole village's feast!!"

A series of soul-searching questions, like Gatling gun fire, swept over Su Shi.

Inside the carriage.

The folding fan in Zhao Lingjun's hand froze in mid-air, and his eyes, which had seen through the political turmoil of the court, were now filled with shock.

She mechanically turned her head to look at Jiang Lin, who was calmly eating sunflower seeds: "Headmaster... is this what you call the power of public opinion?"

"Pfft." Jiang Lin spat out a sunflower seed shell with pinpoint accuracy, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Zhao Ling, you must remember this. In this world, besides power and money, there is something else that can completely break a person's defenses, and that is—writing block, stopping updates, and unfinished stories."

Outside the carriage, Chief Zhang still seemed somewhat uneasy. Suddenly, his expression turned serious: "Words are no proof! Let me test you! What martial arts did Mei Chaofeng practice in the book?"

Su Shi had already come to his senses by this time. Seeing that the other party was a die-hard fan, his courage surged instantly.

He stood with his hands behind his back, chin slightly raised, and said calmly, "Nine Yin White Bone Claw, also known as the Crushing Divine Claw."

Zhang San's eyes lit up, and he quickened his pace: "What was the name of the first dish Huang Rong made for Hong Qigong?"

"Beggar's Chicken".

Su Shi curled his lip in disdain, a hint of pride from a top gourmet: "However, the recipe in that book is rather crude. In my opinion, if you could stuff the chicken cavity with Sichuan peppercorns and aged Shaoxing wine, then wrap it in lotus leaves and slow-roast it for three hours, that would be the ultimate delicacy."

"It matches! It matches perfectly! Even the foodie's tone is exactly the same!!"

Zhang San, his face flushed with excitement, kicked the axe on the ground far away, and roared at his men:

"What are you all standing there for?! Get out of Su Da's way! Anyone who dares to disturb Su Da's plot development, I'll chop them up and feed them to the wolves!"

Hundreds of fierce-looking bandits simultaneously put away their weapons.

Even more extreme, some people pulled out crumpled clippings from the *Bianjing Xinbao* newspaper, which they kept close to their bodies, and shouted with fervent eyes:

"Please update, author! Please fill in the plot holes!!"

The roar surged and soared into the sky, shaking the valley.

Su Shi stood in the cold wind, with Zhang, the chieftain, weighing 180 jin, hanging from his leg. His expression gradually twisted from fear to a complex... smugness.

He swiftly opened his folding fan, striking a pose befitting a grandmaster, and looked down at the crowd with disdain.

"Ahem, since you are all so enthusiastic, shall I make an exception and give you a little spoiler today?"

"Bravo!!!!" The cheers were like thunderclaps.

……

Five miles away, in a sheltered spot.

Xue Gang, the commander of the Wang family's guards, was wrapped in a tattered cotton-padded coat and shivering behind a large rock.

Suddenly, a loud, shrill, and severely off-key scream (actually the cheers of hundreds of men) came from the vent.

The sound, mixed with the sound of wind, was extremely eerie, like a pack of wild beasts tearing apart their prey.

"Woo-woo-woo-!!!"

Xue Gang abruptly pulled on the reins, jolted, and turned to look towards Wild Wolf Slope. There, flames soared into the sky, and figures flickered about, as if demons were dancing wildly.

"Commander, listen..." his trusted subordinate said through gritted teeth, "This is too gruesome... Judging from the noise, Scholar Su might have been... skinned alive?"

Xue Gang took a deep breath, a sinister and smug look of satisfaction at finally getting revenge appearing on his face.

"This is what they call 'those who do many evil deeds will surely perish'," Xue Gang sneered, imagining Su Shi struggling and begging for mercy in the firelight. "The bandits of Wild Wolf Slope are notorious for leaving no survivors. Su Shi, with his delicate skin, is probably being roasted over a fire right now."

The more agonizing the screams, the greater his chances of returning to claim his reward.

"Pass down the order! Everyone plug your ears and don't listen to this nasty noise!"

Xue Gang waved his hand dismissively, "Let's find a sheltered place to sleep! We'll collect the body first thing tomorrow morning. Even if it's just a head, we have to bring it back for the master to see!"

"Yes! The commander is wise!"

The guards responded in unison, their hearts filled with even greater awe for Xue Gang's methods.

Meanwhile, on Wolf Slope...

Su Shi was sitting comfortably in a tiger-skin chair, holding a steaming bowl of rice wine in his hand, with a freshly set copper hot pot in front of him.

Zhang San, the leader of Black Wind Stronghold, was fawningly serving him mutton hotpot. Hundreds of bandits stood in a circle, listening intently as if to a divine revelation, as this "terminally ill" top scholar recounted, spittle flying, how Guo Jing had broken the Big Dipper Formation...

The world where only the royal family is injured has been achieved once again.