Wu Chu laughed heartily and casually pointed. The law chain formed by the Great Dao of Righteous Qi spun around his fingertip. With a light flick, it shot toward Red Cloud.
With a hook of his finger, Red Cloud took the law chain and studied it. Then Wu Chu told him how to gather literary qi, forge a literary core, and build a literary palace.
The next moment, vast righteous qi began to ripple from Red Cloud's body as well.
That mighty, heaven-piercing righteous qi seemed even more vast and majestic than what Wu Chu had displayed before.
In the hands of a saint like Red Cloud, this cultivation method of the Literary Dao reached great mastery in the blink of an eye.
This also made Wu Chu realize that in cultivating the Literary Dao, having great literary talent did not necessarily mean possessing an immense breath of righteous qi.
Thinking about it, that made sense. A talented person might not necessarily possess righteousness. Some treacherous people were highly talented too, but how could such people possess vast righteous qi?
Likewise, a person with righteousness in their heart might not necessarily possess great literary talent.
When it came to righteousness, if Red Cloud claimed second place, probably no one would dare casually claim first.
Vast righteous qi was mighty, open, and upright. Naturally, no treacherous or evil person could obtain it.
Everyone present was dumbfounded when Wu Chu, the Dao Venerable of Literary Virtue, created a cultivation method right before their eyes.
Kong Xuan in particular. Though he had only just been born, he had already possessed consciousness back when he was still an egg and knew some things about the outside world. Moreover, with his Great Luo cultivation, he understood even more clearly just how difficult it was to