Within the Solitary Fragrance Pavilion, flames darted wildly through the Third Princess's heart.
You really can't bear to suffer even the slightest loss, can you?
The man I chose, and you just have to compete with him.
My Brother Jian crossed realms and recited a Five-Colored Poem, yet you had to answer with a seven-colored one edged in azure. Is the Literary Way your private plot of land? You won't allow anyone to surpass you?
In truth, she was wrong.
Because next, an inconceivable scene unfolded...
The Heavenly Dao Literary Wave formed by the Half-step Azure Ci Poetry in the sky transformed into a reward from the Heavenly Dao, descended through the air, and entered... Ji Yuechi's brow!
Jian Wushuang had just absorbed the Heavenly Dao reward formed by his Five-Colored Poem when he saw this scene. His eyes flew wide open.
The Heavenly Dao Literary Wave had not gone to Lin Su.
It had gone to Ji Yuechi.
For one reason only: this new ci, unheard of in this world, had not been recited through Lin Su's mouth, but through Ji Yuechi's.
The Heavenly Dao did not ask where the poem had come from. It only judged who had recited it when it was sensed by the Heavenly Dao.
Thus, it bestowed upon Ji Yuechi a Heavenly Dao reward—a strand of the purest, most exalted Heavenly Dao primordial energy.
This was Lin Su's true gift to Ji Yuechi.
Though this gift could not be considered one of the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, its effects on Cultivators were unfathomably profound.
Cultivators and literary scholars were, for the most part, two separate branches.
Most Cultivators bore Dao wounds. No matter how high their cultivation, imperfections along their Dao would always exist. Imperfections in the lower levels of the Dao could