"Is this the one who triggered the triple phenomenon?"
"What a magnificent poem! We must toast to this!"
"Just for this verse alone, he will be immortalized in history. I dare say this line will last for millennia!"
Even ordinary citizens, hearing this poem, felt a surge of fervor, while the scholars verged on madness, some shouting, running, and leaping in wild joy to release the exhilaration flooding within them.
As they took in the astonishing sights in the sky, they noticed that the phenomenon showed no sign of fading. They watched as the sages' projections once again pointed toward the palace, and a beam of pure white light coalesced, descending from the heavens and streaming directly into the palace.
"Could it be the Bestowal of Literary Energy?"
People muttered, their lips dry, as they gaped in awe.
This scene was beyond belief. Legend held that only those with the potential to be true sages could summon the triple phenomenon, with the visions of the ancient scholars rewarding them with a gift of literary energy. Those who received such a gift were destined for greatness, typically destined to become grand scholars. However, with the current state of the world, who knew if it was even possible to rise to such prominence?
Inside the royal court, everyone remained lost in the shock brought by Nathan Ye's words. Nathan himself, however, was almost in tears.
In truth, his reasons were simple. One, he wanted to provoke Gavin Tsai enough to finish him off swiftly. And two, he had fully immersed himself in the role of the loyal minister, deciding to die as gallantly as possible. But he had entirely underestimated the impact of the poem he recited.
It made sense; until today, he was just an ordinary modern-day person. How could he have realized the effect these words would have on ancient minds? And he had also overlooked that this world was anything but ordinary, teeming with fantastical elements like immortals, monsters, and extraordinary powers.
Nathan was, after all, a scholar, even if his previous self had been mediocre. But now, as a member of the Confucian tradition, he retained some traces of literary energy. Uttering such a verse not only stirred his own remaining literary spirit but attracted an overflow of literary energy from the very heavens, transforming his once-diminutive energy stream into a vast river within him.
And this wasn't even the strangest part. Along with the literary energy, the righteousness in the air began pouring into him.
What was this righteousness? It was the embodiment of justice within the heavens, accessible only to those of utmost integrity. The main hall had once overflowed with righteousness when Emperor Zhou's realm flourished, as numerous ministers and generals had left behind their virtue within these palace walls.
Fueled by this righteous literary spirit, Nathan's soul burned even brighter.
"Something is terribly wrong!"
Nathan's instincts told him he was changing in profound ways. His entire body felt warm, almost blazing, as his being filled with a force he didn't entirely understand.
"I think I may have messed this up!" he muttered, shaken.
He was still alive, despite so many close calls. Yet it felt like one miscalculation after another kept pulling him further away from his goal. But this was not something he could control. His internal energy swelled, igniting within him as verses from ancient sages echoed in his mind.
Boom!
It felt as if a veil had shattered in his mind, and Nathan sensed his essence rising to a level far beyond his previous self. His spirit, energy, and resolve surged as his Literary Core solidified—a rare feat, akin to the formation of a Golden Core in the world of cultivators, marking a scholar's ultimate strength.
"The Literary Core... it's formed!"
The court officials marveled at the sight.
The journey toward mastery in Confucian teachings demanded the formation of the Literary Core, the very source of a scholar's strength. Confucianism, in some ways, was even harder to cultivate than the path of immortals. For while immortals pursued sheer power, scholars cultivated virtue inwardly and radiated literary energy outwardly. Developing one's Righteous Literary Spirit required an unassailable integrity—a dishonest heart could never foster such purity.
The bestowal of literary energy had saved Nathan decades of painstaking study, propelling him into a formidable figure nearly overnight. His essence now brimming with power, his aura strengthened with every pulse of energy coursing through him.
This newfound strength thrilled Emperor Zhou, but left Nathan despondent.
"This... this is the last thing I wanted!"
Nathan cast his hopes toward Gavin Tsai, silently pleading, "It's all up to you now, hero. Please, end me!"
As if reading his mind, Gavin Tsai looked back, having come to a decision of his own.
"This man is an absolute monster," Gavin Tsai thought, his blood running cold. "In these times of decline, for a scholar to invoke such visions and receive the bestowal of literary energy... if left to develop, he would become an eternal threat to the Immortal Sect. I must kill him now!"
Determined to end this threat, Gavin Tsai lunged forward. He was ready to pay any price—even the ultimate price—to eradicate this anomaly. However, just as he made his move...
A radiant white pillar descended from the heavens, piercing through layers of palace walls and settling upon Nathan's body. The Bestowal of Literary Energy had truly arrived.
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