Writing Twenty Treatises

Lin Su walked into the study, picked up his brush, hesitated for a moment, and then began to write. As soon as his brush touched the paper, it was as if dragons and snakes were dancing…

After obtaining the Literary World, the students' minds became incredibly agile, and their writing was imbued with the ability of "dragon-snake brushstrokes." This meant that a Xiucai from the Literary World could write ten times faster than an ordinary person!

Lin Su was even faster!

In less than twenty minutes, he put down his brush, picked up a stack of papers beside him, and walked out of the study. Lin Jialiang was still there, lost in thought.

"Second Brother, take these. Read them carefully, but don't try to memorize them word-for-word. Just understand the core ideas."

Lin Jialiang was greatly astonished. "It's only been a little over fifteen minutes, and you've already finished a policy essay? ... Hmm?"

The papers Lin Su was holding clearly numbered twenty to thirty!

And the handwriting on them was very small, with thousands of characters on each page.

"There are twenty essays in total, covering agriculture, industry, commerce, military, civil affairs, and governance. As long as you truly grasp them, Second Brother, let alone mere policy essays, if you become a high official one day, you'll truly be able to protect a region's peace."

Lin Jialiang's eyes widened like copper bells. He tremblingly took the twenty pages and immediately looked at the first one.

"On Water Management":

The prosperity of agriculture is the foundation of a nation. It is said that the nation is founded on the people, and the people regard food as heaven…

His eyes suddenly lit up. These few words were a perfect summary, classic indeed. As he read further, he was completely captivated. The essay explained water management so thoroughly. Water was not just a disaster but a resource: for irrigation, transportation, and livelihood… Therefore, one must not view water as an enemy simply because of flood disasters but must develop and utilize it to the maximum, turning harm into benefit…

My heavens, this single essay, "On Water Management," would be considered a treasure by the Ministry of Civil Affairs in the Capital City.

And this was just what his third brother had written in fifteen minutes.

No! His third brother hadn't just written this one.

There were more below.

"On Agricultural Stasis"…

"Ten Precepts for Civil Administration"…

"Seven Notes on Border Residents"

"Thirteen Articles on Feudalism"…

"Third Brother…" Lin Jialiang's lips trembled slightly. "How do you know these things? Could it be that a Sage truly bestowed them upon you?"

"Don't put such a grand title on me. Just take them and use them as a reference!"

"I'm off!" Lin Jialiang, clutching the twenty policy essays, ran into the study, closed the door, and began to read them earnestly.

Zhang Yiyu looked at the sky, then at the ground, then at the people in the courtyard, and then at Lin Jialiang's study. She even secretly pinched herself. It hurt, so it wasn't a dream…

Twenty policy essays written in fifteen minutes, exciting this Xiucai to such an extent. I have to see what exactly you've written.

It was impossible for ordinary people to see even a single word from Lin Jialiang's closed study, but what kind of person was Zhang Yiyu?

The Zither Domain silently opened, and a formless zither string slipped through the window. The manuscript in Lin Jialiang's hand was immediately projected into Zhang Yiyu's eyes.

Next, the zither string slipped into the drawer, and all the manuscripts inside were absorbed into her vision in an instant.

The next moment, Zhang Yiyu disappeared from the Lin family's residence and reappeared above the Yangtze River.

"Brother, here's something for you to appraise."

Zhang Haoran's figure appeared, and he immediately shook his head. "I've already told you, I absolutely cannot help you decipher ancient heavenly texts again! Absolutely not! I won't do it even if you beat me to death! I have the will but not the strength!"

"It's not deciphering ancient texts, it's just showing you a few pages of a manuscript."

"Looking at a manuscript? Heh, you want to turn an ancient text into a manuscript? Who are you trying to fool? I'm not looking! … I'm going to the Deer Cry Banquet…" He prepared to flee.

"Lin Su wrote it!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Haoran stopped in his tracks.

"His policy essays."

Zhang Haoran's expression changed. "The manuscript of 'On the Four Nations'?" He had certainly read "On the Four Nations" before, and he had read it carefully more than ten times. Each time, he strengthened his conviction that the author was a monster. This monster's policy essay made him feel like he was looking up at a towering mountain. How to describe that feeling? It wasn't pleasant, but it was also pleasant. It wasn't pleasant because he suddenly felt inferior to him, but it was pleasant because a literati has an inextricable attachment to a peerless masterpiece, and reading it was like drinking fine wine…

"It's not 'On the Four Nations,' but something new. According to him, it covers agriculture, industry, commerce, governance, civil affairs, and military. He wrote it for his second brother as a reference, and he even bragged that if his second brother truly understood it, not only would policy essays be insignificant, but he could also become a truly good official."

"Quick, give it to me!"

The policy essays transformed into light and shadow, transmitting across the vast distance. A manuscript appeared in the void before Zhang Haoran. This was the benefit of Literary and Dao Dual Cultivation; he could use Daoist magical artifacts to transmit information remotely.

Zhang Haoran glanced at it and was greatly shaken. After reading the first essay, he exclaimed, "Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!"

After reading the second essay, he was completely stunned.

The third essay…

Someone called from outside, "Young Master, it's time to depart for the Deer Cry Banquet…"

Zhang Haoran turned a deaf ear.

The fourth essay…

The fifth essay…

After reading all twenty essays, Zhang Haoran fell back, motionless…

"Brother, are you alright?"

"There's something wrong! Your brother is about to die, and the Literary World has been severely impacted..." Zhang Haoran slowly sat up, his complexion extremely poor.

"It can't be that bad, can it? He only spent fifteen minutes writing twenty policy essays, and you're already in this state?"

"Fifteen minutes? Sister, you're definitely in cahoots with him to mess with me. I'm telling you, I admit he's stronger than me, but... but... you'll never get me to abandon literature and cultivate the Dao..."

"Young Master, the Deer Cry Banquet..." someone urged from the other side.

"Why the rush? Are you trying to rush me to my death... Ah, Father, you're here personally..." Zhang Haoran leaped up, urgently shutting off the communicator. He was likely being personally dragged by his father to attend the Deer Cry Banquet.

Zhang Yiyu stared blankly, lost in thought. Were those policy essays really that good?

Let me take a look! She also read them. A large pile of text, discussing some strange principles...

Lin Su used a stack of second-rate policy essays to lock his Second Brother in the study. These essays also drew Zhang Yiyu away from the Lin Family.

He still couldn't find any peace.

In the void before him, a black shadow suddenly appeared. Even though it was broad daylight, he clearly felt that the black shadow before him was ethereal. It was a very strange sensation.

Dark Night also felt her own change.

After Lin Su's reminder last night, she went into seclusion for a night, and her realm opened up. She had almost broken through the threshold of the "Peeking Void Realm," just a sliver away from that magical and profound line.

She hadn't felt this excited in a long time. Today, she felt a surge of excitement and a sudden urge to share it with someone. She went directly to Lin Su.

But then, she suddenly froze.

"You've opened the Ren and Du meridians and broken through to Martial Ancestor?"

Yesterday, he was just a martial artist, and today he's suddenly a Martial Ancestor. Did I go into seclusion for ten years? No! This seclusion wasn't a true one; it was only for one night.

Could a martial artist jump directly to Martial Ancestor in one night?

She had never heard of such a marvel.

Upon investigating, she detected a peculiar aura within him, vast and boundless. A Demon Core!

So that's how it is. That little vixen really went all out...

Understanding this, Dark Night suddenly felt a strange sensation in her heart, as if her childhood toy had been taken and haphazardly modified before she even got to play with it