The Holy Path of the Primordial World Shines Brightly

Chapter 101 A hundred thousand words flowed forth, Heaven bears witness to my heart! (14)

Feng Xi was completely immersed in writing.

He carried out the high shaman's requests meticulously.

Not only did they execute it, they executed it perfectly, to the point of being impeccable.

After all, Feng Xi was a scholar.

At least millions of years of diligent study of poetry and classics, while not much help in fighting, but in writing?

He's not afraid of anyone!

At this moment, Feng Xi focused his mind, and brilliant articles sprang to mind in an instant.

Then, I picked up my pen, wrote the essay, poured my heart into it, and finished it in one go!

With thoughts spanning millennia in his heart and the power to traverse vast distances in his hands, every stroke of ink and brushwork becomes a masterpiece of nature.

Those present could all feel a smooth, flowing rhythm, as if the writing had never paused or paused, and the entire article was completed in one go, giving the reader a sense of exhilaration.

The writing style is remarkable, and the content is even more extraordinary.

It includes both a review of the past and a vision for the future; it includes a sincere apology as well as high praise for the leader... Moreover, a selfless heart and a concern for the nation and its people are evident on the page, using one's own mistakes to reflect the current state of the times.

He put forward "My Views on Severing the Three Corpses to Prove the Dao", pointing out that after lower-level cultivators understand the need for certification to prove the Dao, they will inevitably have suspicions and take sides. He also explained the importance of promoting and expanding publicity, how to seize the high ground of public opinion in the current era, suppress the demon race, attract large-scale investment from retail investors, and support the witch race.

—Although in practice, the Lich King is almost identical.

However, on the surface, the Wu Clan behaved differently from the Demon Clan. They did not openly admit to severing the Three Corpses, nor did they act in a way that was so ugly, as they were not on the same side as Hongjun.

All of this is condensed and gathered into 100,000 words.

Finally, this is less of a self-criticism and more of Fengxi's strategic plan for the future.

The level of thought has undergone a qualitative leap and transformation!

At this point, his previous mistakes became insignificant.

Who is without fault?

To err is human, to forgive divine!

Feng Xi's brilliant writing captivated the young readers, who applauded and exclaimed in admiration.

As you read through the entire text, you are involuntarily drawn in and your attention is highly focused. The highlights in each article either resonate with you or give you a sense of relief and enlightenment, like seeing the sun after the clouds have parted and you are seeing a wider world.

The writing, from the very first stroke, possesses a thunderous force, captivating the reader; at the end, it is as if the waves of a river and sea have gathered, calm yet radiant, with a deeper space beneath the waves, inviting contemplation and exploration, an infinite expanse of vastness and immensity.

When Feng Xi stopped writing, the room fell silent. No one of the witches spoke, as if they were all completely absorbed in the world of the story, forgetting themselves and the world around them.

Only the long river of time flows slowly beyond the warships, the vast river with no visible banks or end, emitting a deep and distant roar.

Feng Xi looked at his completed 100,000-word self-criticism with satisfaction, then turned to the Great Witch with anticipation and made a "hmm" sound.

One finger points to the book, the other to the mouth, as if asking a question—

"Is it okay now?"

For someone who enjoys excitement and activity, being silenced is a painful and mentally torturous punishment.

Feng Xi would do anything to be released as soon as possible.

Even if the time limit for the shepherd has not yet been met, "calm down" for half an hour.

—What's a Taiyi being to write 100,000 words?

Feng Xi finished in a quarter of an hour!

If it weren't for the need to demonstrate sincerity in his self-criticism, writing each word carefully and not being lazy with any stroke, he would simply slap his thoughts onto the paper and be done with it.

However, in that case, even a good thing turns into a bad thing, and the losses outweigh the gains.

Feng Xi knows in her heart when it's okay to slack off and when it's time to work hard.

With its limbs swaying and constant "uh-uh" sounds, Feng Xi, the great writer, was like a fly that had rushed into a quiet room, disrupting the stagnant atmosphere on the warship.

There were several heavy breathing sounds, as if their tense nerves were finally relaxing.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The three consecutive cheers came from Xiling, the leader of the witch faction on the airship. She clapped enthusiastically as she read Feng Xi's article.

"These words are sincere and heartfelt, a loyal ode... a model article for us lesser shamans!"

She seemed a little excited and highly praised Feng Xi's letter of self-criticism.

Feng Xi shrank back awkwardly, following Xi Ling's shining gaze, only to see it fall on the 100,000 words that highly praised the perfect spiritual virtues of the Ancestral Witch Houtu.

It seems... she is very satisfied with and approves of these flattering words?

"Hmm..." Feng Xi looked at Xi Ling with some confusion, then asked, "Little sister, you're from the Xuanming Ancestral Witch's tribe, right?"

"Isn't Lady Houtu your direct superior?"

Why are you so excited and happy?

He said he couldn't understand it, and a hundred thousand "whys" were popping into his head at the same time.

Feng Xi was completely baffled.

Unable to find a solution, he had no choice but to turn his attention back to the high priest, watching as the shepherd carefully examined the letter of self-criticism in his hand.

The great shaman didn't seem particularly surprised; he only raised his eyebrows slightly at the very beginning—but that was all.

Ultimately, he is the Great Luo.

Throughout its long history, it has experienced far too many bizarre and extraordinary events in its life.

He has seen all kinds of outstanding people throughout the endless time and space.

He was a thousand times more farsighted than Feng Xi, a peerless hero who could manipulate the universe at will and sweep through an era to write an invincible name. He had also witnessed Feng Xi's glorious life.

He had seen far too many special talents who were even better at flattering and ingratiating themselves with their superiors than Feng Xi, and whose writing was so moving.

but……

It is truly rare to be able to combine these two elements perfectly; it can be described as a unique and extraordinary gem.

Mu looked at the self-criticism while glancing at Feng Xi, lost in thought—

"You say you have this ability, but if you honestly follow the right path, won't you have a future?"

"Our Wu tribe selects talent based on ability, and we would never place incompetent people in positions they cannot fulfill simply because of temporary flattery... It's hard to say about the details, but everyone does their best in the big picture."

"Those with ability won't be suppressed, and those without ability won't be favored or indulged... so what's the point of trying so hard to please the boss?"

"Is there any benefit to be gained?"

Mu reread the profound and earnest self-criticism of his mistakes, and looking at Feng Xi's bright and expectant eyes, he secretly shook his head.

As he shook the cloth, his gaze inadvertently fell upon the strip of cloth that Feng Xi had removed, and he fell silent.

As he continued to shake, his gaze inadvertently fell upon the miniature Houtu on Feng Xi's forehead, which seemed even brighter, and he fell even more silent.

The high priest decided to carefully revise the earnest teachings that were about to spill from his lips—the preaching to prevent the young comrades from going astray.

(End of this chapter)