I proved immortality through the imperial examination.

Chapter 47 Going to the sea
"Brother Wei, why not temper your brilliance for now? Getting fat first isn't as good as getting fat later, because it will break the bed."

“That’s absolutely right. We’ve finally gotten this chance to enter Qingyuntai. If we fall into Wenyuanhai, it will be like we came for nothing.”

"..."

In times of battle or danger, one can always encounter Jingwei.

Wei Wendao coldly retorted, "We have studied the classics and have no shame before men or heaven. If we are intimidated and forced to back down today, and this gets out, how will we face our fellow villagers?"

"well said!"

"I'd rather fall into the sea and quit the trial than surrender."

"Fight!"

In an instant, the crowd engaged in a fierce verbal battle, conjuring countless weapons to sever the chains that were flying in like a swarm of arrows.

Xue Xiang remained silent, and everyone assumed that he had overexerted himself earlier, so no one criticized him.

"Since they are so stubborn, let's send them into the sea."

Song Shijia's voice was as loud as thunder.

At his command, the five pursuers showed no mercy. The chains, as dense as those used to defend against enemies, crashed down from the sky, turning countless swords and blades into dust.

Just then, Xue Xiang locked his thoughts onto a wisp of azure literary energy, and wherever his mind went, the literary energy transformed into a window.

On the Yunmeng, everyone was stunned, completely baffled as to why he was fixing the window at this moment.

But then Xue Xiang recited loudly, "The clouds in my pillow seem to draw near a thousand peaks, the pine trees beneath my bed seem to mourn in ten thousand valleys."

At this point, he suddenly pushed open the window in front of him and shouted in a thunderous voice, "If you want to see the silver mountains crashing against the sky, open the window and let the great river in."

boom!
Suddenly, a wave as large as a mountain surged up on the turbulent sea, instantly propelling the Yunmeng to the top of the clouds.

The original windows suddenly burst open, and the endless river water turned into raging waves that blocked out the sun and clouds.

"No!"

"Where did such great talent come from to create such a strange phenomenon?"

"Could it be cheating in the trial?"

"Are you a sore loser?"

"what!"

"It's over!"

"Abandon ship! Abandon ship!"

Rumble,
The surging river seemed to plunge down from the clouds, with giant waves crashing into the sky. The Yong'an, Anlu, Jingshan, Panyu, and Foshan ships were all easily torn into giant waves, just like small sampans.

Xue Xiang himself was stunned.

In this rigorous testing ground where literary talent abounds, the power of poetry has truly reached this level.

If it were an article about governing the world and benefiting the people, a magnificent and brilliant piece of parallel prose, what would it look like?

Unfortunately, while the real world outside also has its own system of leveling up through cultivation, it's ultimately not as free and unrestrained as this trial ground.

After the raging storm subsided, the Yunmeng, like an arrow released from a bow, sped off into the distance.

Having survived the ordeal, everyone was overjoyed.

"Brother Xue's talent surpasses mine a hundredfold; I, Wei, am completely convinced."

Wei Wendao cupped his hands and said, "I would like to ask Brother Xue to take charge, and I will step down and yield the position to a more capable person."

"Brother Xue, I will remember your great kindness. If you ever need anything in the future, just come to me, Jiang Haoyu, and I will do my best to help."

"Absolutely, it feels so good to vent this anger."

"It is truly a great fortune to share a boat with Brother Xue."

"........."

The people on the Yunmeng spontaneously formed a praise group and showered Xue Xiang with compliments.

"Gentlemen, you flatter us. We are not only from the same hometown, but also comrades-in-arms. We are all in the same boat, so let's all do our part."

Brother Wei, in coordinating things from the center, has worked tirelessly and deserves the most credit. I, Xue, have always admired him. The matter of yielding the position to someone more capable should not be mentioned again…”

Compared to cultivation, Xue Xiang is better at being a good person.

Everyone was overjoyed.

Half a cup of tea later, a golden light descended from the sky and landed on a small island in front of them.

"Look, that must be the golden light that the Trial Grounds Central Command mentioned. We've passed the first test."

Before long, the boat docked, and everyone jumped aboard.

With a whoosh, a golden stream of energy drifted down and was caught by the crowd.

Wherever the thought goes, the golden literary energy manifests freely.

It should be noted that previously, everyone's thoughts could only manifest cyan literary energy, and even white literary energy could not shake it.

At this moment, the golden aura I've acquired can manifest freely, how could I not be delighted?

Some people transformed the golden literary energy into longswords and broadswords, while others transformed it into rings... Xue Xiang, however, transformed the golden literary energy into a bracelet, which he kept hidden in his sleeve.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh
The sound of breaking through the air came.

A group of people, some riding on flying swords and others flapping their wings, floated over and landed on the island in an instant.

"You scoundrel, I'll kill you."

Song Shijia came speeding in, followed by more than ten people, while many others remained stationary.

The allied forces were defeated, utterly and completely defeated.

According to the assessment rules, everyone must cross the river in the same boat, and must not be separated or fly through the air.

The allied forces' ships were annihilated by Xue Xiang in one fell swoop. A considerable number of unlucky souls were caught off guard because their spiritual energy manifested too slowly and they were unable to protect themselves. They were swept into the Wenyuan Sea and forced to withdraw from the trial.

The remaining people stopped struggling and each captured the literary energy, manifesting objects to aid their flight, and soared to the land of golden light.

As everyone landed on the island, not only did the golden literary energy dissipate, but even the cyan literary energy drifted down.

"Who the hell is Xue Xiang?!"

Song Shijia's eyes were bulging, his eye sockets bloodshot, as if he wanted to devour someone.

"I am."

Wei Wendao said coldly.

"Me too!"

"We are all!"

The crowd stepped forward one after another, and with a whoosh, golden literary energy manifested, and one after another, gleaming divine weapons forced the allied forces to retreat.

"Okay, very good."

Song Shijia sneered repeatedly, "I don't believe you'll stay here forever. You're so inhumane, I'll remember that."

After making his statement, he prepared to leave.

"I am Xue Xiang."

Xue Xiang strode out, "What do you want?"

He strode towards Song Shijia, who was staring intently at Xue Xiang, about to unleash a torrent of abuse, when he suddenly realized the atmosphere was off.

This guy has already crossed the three-zhang safety distance and is still approaching me.

"You, what do you want to do?"

A chill ran down Song Shijia's spine. "My aunt is..."

I don't care who your aunt is.

Xue Xiang continued striding forward, saying, "I just want to take you home."

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden ring flew out from his sleeve, and he recited, "The south wind knows my heart, blowing my dreams to Liaoxi."

"no, do not want……"

Song Shijia was terrified and shouted loudly.

The golden ring transformed into a hurricane, instantly engulfing Song Shijia and sweeping him into the Wen Yuan Sea, where he disappeared without a trace.

With a whoosh, the hurricane transformed back into a golden ring, leaping into Xue Xiang's hand, where he once again concealed it in his sleeve.

Instantly, the allied forces fell silent, looking at Xue Xiang as if he were a demon, and retreated in droves.

“Brother Xue, you are being reckless. Song Shijia’s aunt is the concubine of a high-ranking official in the prefecture. You drove him out of the training ground and cut off his literary talent. This is no small feud.”

Someone reminded.

Xue Xiang said, "Thank you for informing me. However, given his nature, if I don't drive him into the sea, will he stop resenting me? I've already done it, and I have no fear."

"well said!"

Wei Wendao said loudly, "When the man surnamed Song formed the coalition to force us, did he ever think about whether he would offend us?"
So what if they are high-ranking officials in the prefecture? We scholars of Yunmeng are not made of clay.

"If he dares to cause trouble, I, Wei, will be the first to report him to the academy."

“Count me in. I’ve been annoyed with that Song guy for a long time. Brother Xue’s actions are truly satisfying.”

"What's there to be afraid of? Who in this prefecture doesn't have a few relatives who are officials? My sister-in-law's father is the prefect's cousin. Have I been telling everyone about that?"

"Share the good times and the bad, who cares about anything else."

Amidst the murmurs and chatter, Xue Xiang returned the greeting with clasped hands.

He wasn't a reckless fool; of course he had considered the cause and effect.

Once he crosses this threshold, he will be imbued with literary talent, a shining example in the Confucian world, and what would he have to fear?

After a short rest, new ideas began to enter their minds.

Xue Xiangcai was immediately invigorated after reading the message.

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