One person said: "If I make you a holy child, will you be granted godhood through the art of Gu

"It's something very dangerous."

Jiang Mo nodded.

Feng Baobao's intuition is always very accurate. Since she said there was danger, then there must be a problem.

He closed his eyes and extended his senses downwards.

Soon, he discovered what Feng Baobao had mentioned.

Three thousand meters underground in the city, there is a huge magic circle.

The array's patterns were extremely complex, exuding an ancient and malevolent aura.

What's even more alarming is that the center of this magic circle is directly opposite the location of the Genesis Hotel.

"Interesting." Jiang Mo opened his eyes, a cold smile playing on his lips. "It seems this creators' conference really is a trap."

"They want to activate this magic circle and trap me here while I'm attending the conference."

"And then?" Feng Baobao asked curiously.

"Then they ganged up on me."

Jiang Mo shrugged. "A very common tactic."

"Should we run?"

"Run?" Jiang Mo shook his head. "Why run? Since they've prepared such a big surprise, wouldn't it be a waste not to experience it?"

"And..." A glint of anticipation flashed in his eyes, "I also want to see what this so-called Supreme Creative Arbitration Court really is capable of."

At 3 p.m., on the top floor of the arbitration tribunal building.

When Jiang Mo and Feng Baobao arrived at the conference hall, they found that quite a few people had already gathered there.

The hall is circular, with a huge round table in the center and hundreds of seats around it.

Each seat was occupied by an extraordinary individual, clearly a person of considerable achievement in the creative field.

"Mr. Jiang Mo, please have a seat here."

An elderly man in a white robe, with a dignified face, pointed to a special seat next to the round table and spoke.

This seat is noticeably higher than the others.

Moreover, a large area was left empty around it, which seemed to be designed specifically to highlight the person sitting on it.

The old man is the presiding judge of the Supreme Creative Arbitration Court—the Ultimate Pen God.

Judging from the aura emanating from him, his strength should not be underestimated.

"Thank you." Jiang Mo didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly.

Feng Baobao sat in an ordinary seat next to him, curiously observing the people around her.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the Ultimate Pen God clapped his hands, and the conference hall instantly fell silent. "It is truly an honor for our arbitration tribunal to have so many outstanding creators gathered here today."

"In particular, Mr. Jiang Mo's arrival added luster to our conference."

He looked at Jiang Mo, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"Mr. Jiang Mo, your works can be described as a miracle in the creative world in recent years."

"From 'Invincible in the Universe' onwards, every one of your works has generated a tremendous response."

"Especially the protagonist Jiang Mo, who is hailed as the quintessential example of a perfect protagonist."

"However..." he changed the subject, "There are also some who believe that your work is too perfect, lacking the necessary conflict and setbacks."

Will this "refreshing" writing style have a negative impact on the entire creative ecosystem?

Upon hearing this, the other creators present all showed expressions of interest.

This is indeed a very pointed question, and it's a question that many people have in mind.

Jiang Mo simply smiled faintly upon hearing this.

"Every creator has their own style and philosophy," he said calmly. "I write what I want to write, and readers read what they want to read."

"As for whether it will affect the creative ecosystem..." He glanced around at the people, "I don't think that's something I need to consider."

"The market will provide the answer."

"Well said!" Suddenly, a middle-aged man sitting in the corner stood up. "Creativity should be free!"

"Ecological impact, standards and regulations—these are all constraints on creative freedom."

This person's words resonated with many people, and some voices of support began to emerge in the conference hall.

However, some people expressed their opposition.

"Freedom has its limits!" a woman in a black robe retorted. "Unrestricted freedom only leads to chaos."

"A perfect protagonist like Mr. Jiang Mo certainly puts pressure on other authors."

"When readers' expectations are raised too high, ordinary works will find it difficult to gain recognition."

"If this phenomenon continues, the entire creative community will fall into a vicious cycle of competition."

Her words also garnered support from some people.

Soon, the conference hall was divided into two factions: those who supported Jiang Mo and those who opposed him, and they began to argue fiercely.

Seeing this situation, the ultimate pen master's eyes flashed with a hint of smugness.

This was exactly the effect he wanted.

By stirring up controversy, he could portray Jiang Mo as a public enemy in the creative world, paving the way for his next move.

"Everyone, everyone."

He clapped his hands to signal everyone to be quiet, "I understand everyone's concern."

"However, as an arbitral tribunal, we have a responsibility to uphold order in the creative community."

"If a particular creative model does indeed have a negative impact on the entire ecosystem, we have an obligation to intervene."

He looked at Jiang Mo, his eyes turning stern.

"Mr. Jiang Mo, although your work is very successful, we still hope that you can appropriately adjust your creative direction."

"For example, add some flaws and weaknesses to your protagonist to make the story more realistic."

'Or, let the protagonist fail at some crucial moments to demonstrate the hardships of growth.'

"This adjustment will not affect the quality of the works, and it can also alleviate the pressure on other creators."

"What do you think?"

Upon hearing these words, Jiang Mo's eyes turned cold.

These guys are really persistent.

Last time, we sent Scissors to fix him, but it failed.

What kind of conference is this? They're trying to use "moral blackmail" to force him to compromise.

Do you really think he's a pushover who can be bullied at will?

"I refuse," Jiang Mo replied succinctly.

"Why?" The Ultimate Pen Master frowned. "These are just some minor adjustments; they shouldn't be difficult for you."

"Because..." Jiang Mo stood up, looked around at everyone present, and said, "I don't need to prove anything to anyone."

"How my work is, and how my roles are, are my own business."

"What right do you people have to tell me what to do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion erupted in the conference hall.

Many people did not expect that Jiang Mo would so directly reject the arbitration tribunal's recommendation.

Mr. Jiang Mo.

The ultimate pen master's face darkened. "Your attitude is disrespectful to the entire creative community."

"As the presiding judge of the arbitration tribunal, I have the authority to impose sanctions on your conduct."

"Sanctions?" Jiang Mo sneered. "How do you intend to sanction me?"

"Like this."

The ultimate pen god stood up, and a pen radiating golden light appeared in his hand.

"This is the 'Ultimate Judgment Pen,' specifically designed to correct works that violate creative ethics."