In the corridor, the scholars were aghast. "On the River of Tribulation, none may cross without a Literary Heart. A high-grade heart can form a plank, a supreme-grade heart can form a boat, and only a Peerless Literary Heart can reveal a Dragon Form. He... he actually has a Peerless Literary Heart!"
"Exactly!" A Poetry Palace scholar laughed loudly. "Let me tell you all: this man is Senior Disciple Qingquan, the foremost disciple of our Poetry Palace. He possesses the one-in-ten-thousand Peerless Literary Heart. For this Lin fellow to challenge him in fishing upon the Sea of Tribulation—he simply does not know whether he lives or dies!"
Everyone looked at one another in horror...
The very first trial was this ruthless?
What colossal grudge, what towering hatred was this?
They were fellow disciples of the same hall. Was there any need to go this far?
When a new disciple entered the hall, they needed to endure a Literary Tribulation so they would learn their lesson. But there had to be limits. Using something of this ceiling-level caliber right from the start, creating such overwhelming suppression, could easily cast dust over someone's Literary Heart.
Upon the Sea of Tribulation, Li Qingquan threw back his head and laughed. "Upon the Sea of Tribulation, the Literary Heart is the boat! But Brother Lin, be careful. Do not capsize your Boat Plank, or you will have to kneel outside the hall for three months before you get another chance to try!"
As his words fell, storm clouds suddenly gathered around him upon the Sea of Tribulation. Great waves rolled and churned, tides blotting out the sky and covering the earth as though they would swallow the four wilds.
Lin Su stood on the shore. A long wind swept past, sending his white robes fluttering,