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nJust as the four little girls were chattering over Lin Xuan’s statue, all the scholars stood up.

nAccording to the rules of the literary world, everyone who participated in the literature world’s discussion would bow to the statue of the Literary God.

nTo everyone, the Literary God’s sculpture was like an ancestral tablet that was lofty and sacred.

nOf the ten thousand people, only Lin Xuan and the children sat there without getting up.

nWhen everyone knelt, he seemed especially out of place.

nHowever, no one felt that it was inappropriate.

nLin Xuan was not a person of the arts and had a prominent identity.

nIf he didn’t want to bow, no one could force him.

nAfter everyone finished paying their respects, the discussion would officially begin.

nIn the early stages, this kind of discussion was equivalent to the literature salon Lin Xuan had seen in his previous life.

nThey were just cultured and refined people who communicated with each other, flattered each other, and made connections.

nDuring this process, almost everyone with some status came to greet Lin Xuan.

nWhether they were from the Lower Realm’s Cang Dragon Continent or the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, they were all very polite to Lin Xuan.

nSome people even took the chance to give Xuan Zhu and the others presents to give some of their Spirit Artifacts to Lin Xuan.

nLin Xuan didn’t stand on ceremony and kept all these treasures.

nXuan Zhu and the others liked it, so Lin Xuan gave it to them on the spot as a toy.

nUnknowingly, the highlight of the discussion had begun!

nJiang Jiubai and the others walked to the front of the Literary God’s statue and circulated their true essence at the same time before chanting a mantra.

nPhew ~

nInstantly, seven-colored holy light filled the sky.

nA terrifying aura of a saint erupted from the Literary God’s statue and it automatically flew into the air.

nBefore long, the statue floated in the air.

nA huge water screen appeared at the bottom of the statue about a thousand feet from the ground.

n“Father, what is that?” Xuan Zhu asked curiously.

nLin Xuan said, “That’s the holy water-screen. As long as you write on it, you can test a person’s literary talent.”

nXuan Zhu nodded. “It looks a lot like the Spirit Testing Stone we’ve touched before!”

nThe so-called Spirit Testing Stone was a type of Spirit Stone used to test martial arts talent.

nLin Xuan asked, “Then what level of talent are you all at?”

nHe guessed that his daughters were very talented.

nSince he had mentioned it, he might as well find out about their talents.

nXuan Zhu said, “We’re all Heaven-rank!”

nXuan Xi, Xuan Han, and Xuan You nodded in unison.

nLin Xuan sighed in his heart. These four precious daughters were indeed freakishly talented.

nTalent grades were normally divided into four levels Heaven, Earth, Mystic, and Yellow, with the highest being Heaven Grade.

nFurthermore, talent could increase with age and experience.

nXuan Zhu and the others were only three years old and were already Heaven-rank.

nIf they grew up a little more, their future potential would be limitless!

n“Father, are you going to take the test later?” Xuan Xi asked with anticipation on her face.

n“That’s right. I really want to know how high Father’s literary talent is!” Xuan Han nodded.

nLin Xuan shook his head and smiled. “Forget it. This is a matter of their literary world. Daddy is not interested.”

nAccording to his understanding, this was a literary discussion held once every five years in the literary world.

nThe reason they wanted to test his literary talent was actually to select talents.

nWhoever was more talented would receive an acknowledgment.

nEven for a figure like Jiang Jiubai, if his talent was suppressed by others, he could only retire from his position as a literary master.

nTo put it bluntly, this was a screening to find the best guide for the literary world.

nAnd according to Lin Xuan’s understanding, the level of literary talent was divided according to the color of the light that was revealed.

nWhite, green, blue, red, purple, purple, purple, purple, and seven colors increased one after another.

nIf anyone could get the seven-colored holy light, they would be worthy of being called a “Literary God that descended to the mortal world.”

nIf they were to obtain this honor, even Jiang Jiubai and the others would have to address this person respectfully as “sir”!

nUnfortunately, whether it was the Cang Dragon Continent or the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, in the past hundred thousand years, there had never been a “Literary God that descended to the mortal world.”

nXuan Zhu and the others saw that Lin Xuan didn’t want to participate in the test, and their spirits were instantly dampened.

nIf their father were to take the test, he would definitely be the person with the best talent!

nThe little girls thought silently.

nAs the discussion continued, Jiang Jiubai was the first to arrive before the screen.

nHe picked up a white brush and wrote a few lines.

nPhew ~

nA purple light shot into the sky from the water-screen.

nImmediately after, a golden color flashed in purple.

nEveryone exclaimed in admiration.

n“Purple-gold! Scholar Jiang’s talent is already at the quasi-Saint level!”

n“Impressive! It’s been five years since we last met, and Great Scholar Jiang has improved again!”

nJiang Jiubai was delighted. There were three thousand scriptures in the world, and if one was able to attain the violet gold rank, then it would be a quasi-Saint.

nWhen he attained the quasi-Saint Realm, he, Jiang Jiubai, would definitely be able to be famous throughout the ages and become the idol of future scholars.

nUnfortunately…

nNot long after the golden light appeared, it suddenly dimmed.

nIn the end, only a purple light was left.

n“Sigh! I’m still not capable enough!”

nJiang Jiubai shook his head and sighed.

nHe had spent so much effort to prepare this article.

nHe did not expect to fail to receive the Literary God’s acknowledgment.

nEveryone couldn’t help but sigh.

nThey were finally about to witness the birth of a quasi-Saint, but he had failed in the end.

nFollowing that, Shen Yakang and the others went on stage one by one for the test.

nDisappointingly, none of the ten great leading scholars made any progress. They were all purple.

nIn other words, they could only be called Great Scholars, not Pseudo-Saints.

nNext, including Shangguan Jie and the others, hundreds of people appeared in succession. None of them could surpass Jiang Jiubai and the others.

nAs for the remaining few thousand people, their talent was ordinary to begin with, so it was even more impossible for them to achieve any miracles.

nJiang Jiubai swept his gaze around the surroundings and sighed lightly. “The path of cultivation in the literary path is difficult. As expected!”

nShen Yakang nodded in agreement. “It seems like we can only wait another five years to see if there’s a Pseudo-Saint in the world.”

nJiang Jiubai glanced at everyone. “Then let’s continue working hard.”

nShen Yakang looked determined. “That must be the case!”

nIt was already getting late, and the discussion was about to end.

nJiang Jiubai and the others stood up and came in front of Lin Xuan before greeting him.

nMu Youqing came to Lin Xuan’s side and said casually, “Cousin-in-law, you’re so talented in literature. You can give it a try too!”

nWhen she said this, Jiang Jiubai and the others’ eyes lit up.

nJiang Jiubai said, “Consort, you’re talented in literature. Why don’t you give it a try?”

nLin Xuan shook his head and said, “I’m an outsider in the literary path, so there’s no need.”

nShen Yakang shook his head and said, “Don’t regard me as an outsider, Consort. The way of literature is not differentiated by internal or external factors. Those who are capable can cultivate literature. Why don’t you give it a try?”

nHearing that, Xuan Zhu and the others’ interest was piqued.

nThe four little girls were all pestering Lin Xuan and wished they could bring him to the Literature Saint Water Screen.

nSeeing that he couldn’t refuse, Lin Xuan agreed. “Alright, I’ll give it a try.”

nHe thought of an encouraging sentence about the foundation of a scholar and casually wrote it down with a brush.

nBody cultivation, harmonious family, governing the country, and peaceful world!

nAfter the words were written, there was a bang!

nA seven-colored holy light rumbled.

nThe strong light covered Lin Xuan’s crooked words and erupted with the majestic aura of a saint descending to the world.

nWhen they saw this scene, Jiang Jiubai and the others revealed shocked and excited expressions.

n“Seven-colored holy light! This is the light of a Saint!”

n“Could it be that the empress’ husband is Literary God?”

n“Is there even a need to doubt it? The appearance of the seven-colored holy light means that the empress’ husband has the qualifications to be a Saint!”

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