In the study, Lin Su finally set down his brush and looked down. Holy shit!
Were all these calculations his?
There were way too many, weren't there?
The room was full of paper, every sheet covered in calculation formulas written in strokes as fine as silk threads.
He had produced such an enormous pile in just three days. Back in that world, he would have been a top student... a genius among geniuses!
He picked up a sheet of Precious Paper, switched to the Precious Brush, and wrote a large character: "Wind"!
The moment the character was completed, a gale arose, lifting the manuscript papers in the study and suspending them in midair.
His Precious Brush descended again. "Fire"!
Flames sprang up, reducing the entire pile of manuscript paper to ash.
He wrote another "Wind," and the window flew open, sending the paper ash out into the air.
Lin Su's face was brimming with smiles.
Awesome! I can control Literary Way Power too. I might not be able to send myself soaring into the sky with a single word like Bao Shan, but I can summon wind and call fire. Tell me, isn't that awesome?
Someone jumped out from the next room. It was Lin Jialiang, staring at Lin Su in astonishment. "Third Brother, what are you doing?"
"Second Brother, I'm practicing Literary Way Power..."
None of his joy rubbed off on his second brother.
Lin Jialiang looked pained. "Third Brother, you've already forged your Literary Altar. When the Precious Brush writes upon Precious Paper, wind and fire naturally appear. Why would that need practice? Yet you insist on wasting three sheets of Precious Paper. What a spendthrift..."
Wasting three sheets of Precious Paper was heartbreaking to a traditional scholar like his second brother, who was diligent and thrifty in