"Trouble?"
At the sound of those two words, Lin Feng's heart lurched. Helplessness flickered in her eyes. Though she was already panicking inside, she still did her best to stay composed and asked softly, "Mr. Gu, why would it be trouble? Is there... a way to solve it?"
Suddenly gaining the Way of the Scholar was like swallowing a calming pill. No matter what her aptitude turned out to be, it was a certainty that she would successfully condense a Literary Heart. That meant she had a guaranteed fallback. But before Lin Feng could savor her joy, Gu Chi's words sent her into a panic, leaving her feeling utterly uncertain.
Gu Chi told Lin Feng the truth. "The Calamity Star carved countless Word Spirits, vast as a sea of smoke, but few have been passed down. Those that remain are scattered fragments... Even I have only happened upon two incomplete passages from Qi Min Yao Shu. I don't know how many chapters it contains, or what the complete text says. If your Way of the Scholar needs the entire Qi Min Yao Shu to bring its abilities into play..."
So far, Word Spirits related to agricultural texts had no use on the battlefield and could neither govern nor administer a country. They weren't worth studying or developing, so Literary Scholars naturally paid them little attention. No one valued them, and as a result, very few agricultural Word Spirits had survived.
Gu Chi didn't need to say the rest. Lin Feng understood.
Lin Feng lowered her head and fell silent for several breaths.
Shen Tang felt sorry for her.
She gave Gu Chi a look, signaling him not to make the girl cry and to try to comfort her. Gu Chi had no choice but to change tack and reassure the