Messages flashed across the Communication Jade Talisman as fast as a waterfall.
"Martial brother Cangjie is eleventh on the overall rankings!"
"The Literary Dao competition isn't even over, and he's already eleventh?"
"If it's this good before it's over, won't he be firmly in the top ten afterward?"
"Of course! He took first place in eight Literary Dao categories alone."
"Eight? Isn't there only one Literary Dao Track?"
"The Literary Dao is one major category. Under it are eight subcategories: writing, poetry, fu, prose, policy essays, calligraphy, phonology, and exegesis. Each subcategory has further divisions!"
"He entered all of them?"
"He entered all of them, and took first place in every one."
"What kind of monster is that?"
"He's not a monster. This is Literary Dao Heaven Opening. Didn't you watch the broadcast?"
"I did, but I never expected the Literary Dao to be useful in so many places."
The Internal Channel began scrolling madly.
The messages were more or less the same, but every one of them brimmed with excitement.
In Human Cities, crowds packed before the Light Curtains projected by the Live Broadcast Jade Tablets in every household.
Names lit up one after another on the notice board. When "Cangjie" lit up in the eleventh-place slot, the entire city erupted.
Cheers surged like ocean waves.
Some ran through the streets, some beat gongs and drums, and some set off firecrackers.
An elderly man with a head full of white hair stood before a water screen, both hands gripping his cane as he stared at that name for a long time. Tears streamed down the furrows of his face.
The child beside him looked up and asked.
"Grandfather, why are you crying?"
The old man raised a hand to wipe his face, his voice trembling.
"I'm not crying. Grandfather