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Chapter 281 - The Number One Idol of the Literary Dao in the World!

Chapter 281: The Number One Idol of the Literary Dao in the World!

These literary figures’ words immediately caused a commotion.

“So this is the North Mystic Heaven’s Consort. He’s indeed handsome and charming!”

“I heard that the Consort is the current Literature Saint, and as Empress Mystic Ice’s husband, his cultivation level is naturally extraordinary. No wonder he can suppress the quasi-Saint and the Liquor Sword Immortal at the same time!”

“The Consort is really handsome and talented!”

“We’re really lucky to witness the Consort’s arrival today!”

…

At this moment, millions of people were in an uproar.

Everyone’s eyes were filled with burning admiration.

In their opinion, not only was Lin Xuan Empress Mystic Ice’s man, but his identity was also extremely noble.

Furthermore, he was the number one person in the literary world.

He was a Literature Saint Supremacy filled with wisdom and was talented.

To put it bluntly, he was the number one idol of everyone in the literary world.

Now that they were able to come into close contact with their idol, how could these people not be excited?

“Greetings, Literature Saint!”

Instantly, everyone revealed pious expressions and knelt down.

Lin Xuan nodded at everyone politely.

Everyone revealed looks of admiration.

In their opinion, Lin Xuan’s attitude was gentle and humble without any arrogance.

But the more he was like this, the more it seemed like he had a esteemed status.

It was as if he was already sitting on the clouds and looking down at the students.

His eyes were filled with great emotions.

Then, the Black-White Academy’s First Elder, Zhou Wendong, went forward humbly and said,

“Sir, because the Chancellor and the Vice Chancellor are heading to the back mountain to wait for the Liquor Sword Immortal to come out of seclusion, I will receive you first!”

He was afraid of neglecting Lin Xuan, so he hurriedly explained the matter clearly.

Even so, he was still uneasy.

After all, the dignified Literature Saint had arrived and the Chancellor and Vice Chancellor weren’t present. It was clearly rude.

Lin Xuan said indifferently, “Thank you.”

Seeing that Lin Xuan didn’t mind, Zhou Wendong was overjoyed and said with admiration, “Sir, please follow me to the living room first!”

Then, he brought Lin Xuan, Jiang Jiubai, and the others into the Black-White Academy.

After walking into the reception hall, Lin Xuan saw a high-grade rice paper on the table in front of him.

Zhou Wendong pointed at the paper and said,

“Sir, this piece of paper is a special spirit artifact of our Black-White Academy. We were originally prepared to have Great Scholar Jiang write down his famous words for us to study before framing it as a plaque.”

“Now that you’re here, it’s naturally best for you to do this!”

Jiang Jiubai, who was at the side, stroked his beard and said with a smile, “He’s extremely talented. Just a few words from him will become Black-White Academy’s heirloom!”

“Teacher?” Zhou Wendong was shocked. “So you’ve already acknowledged him as your master!”

Shen Yakang and Yue Honglun said, “Not only Jiang Zhun, but we also acknowledge you as our master!”

“Quasi-Saint?!” Zhou Wendong was so shocked that his beard trembled.

He instantly understood.

Lin Xuan must have raised the cultivation of Jiang Jiubai and the other two to make them willingly acknowledge him as their master.

On second thought, he felt that Jiang Jiubai and the others were really too lucky.

Being able to become the disciple of the current Literature Saint was a blessing that countless scholars in the world didn’t have!

“You’re really a god!” The admiration on Zhou Wendong’s face deepened. He hurriedly took out a pen and inkstone. “Sir, please go ahead!”

Jiang Jiubai and the other quasi-Saints revealed expectant expressions.

They were extremely certain that what Lin Xuan was going to write next would definitely be a rare famous quote.

Lin Xuan smiled calmly and received the pen.

He found a few famous words from the Absolute Mystic Sutra.

Then, he wrote these sentences in one go.

Build a heart for the world!

Live for the people!

Continue to strive towards becoming a Saint!

Aim for world peace!

Phew!!!

Just as he finished the last stroke, an incomparably dazzling seven-colored holy light rushed into the sky from the paper.

In the blink of an eye, the holy light transformed into a colorful cloud that enveloped the Black-White Academy in a radius of five thousand kilometers.

Under its light, the Black-White Academy was filled with flowing lights and vibrant colors, and the aura of a saint was dense.

Everyone seemed to be immersed in an otherworldly spirit spring. Their pores opened and they felt enlightened.

“Seven-colored holy light, the image of a Saint! This must be the empress’ husband creating a brilliant poem again!”

“As expected of the Literature Saint. How impressive!”

“I didn’t expect to be lucky enough to get inspiration from the Saint today. I’m really too lucky!”

…

Under the seven-colored holy light and vast holy aura, everyone felt their cultivation levels rapidly increase.

This made them worship Lin Xuan to the extreme.

Some people even bowed to the Black-White Academy sincerely, as if they were worshiping a god.

…

The north of the Black-White Academy was against a towering mountain.

There was a huge and luxurious palace halfway up the mountain. It was built by the Black-White Academy.

This wasn’t only the place where the academy’s ancestor, Wang Xi, was worshiped, but also the place where the academy’s upper echelons discussed important matters.

At this moment, the Chancellor of the Black-White Academy, Xie Wenting, stood respectfully on the right side of the hall with Vice Chancellor Ma Xinchang, Zhao Qingping, and the others.

In front of them, there was an invisible stone door.

There was a secret room behind this stone door, which was where the other ancestor, Li Xiake, was in seclusion.

Boom!

After they waited for a long time, a loud bang suddenly came from the wall in front.

The stone door finally opened.

An incomparably thick sword energy assaulted their faces, causing Xie Wenting and the others to reveal looks of awe.

“The patriarch is out of seclusion!”

Li Xiake walked out with a long sword on his back and a wine pot in his hand.

His eyes were filled with sword light and his aura was fierce.

What was shocking was that not only was his sword energy rich and boundless, but his aura also contained an extremely powerful righteous air.

It was as if he was a combination of a swordsman and a scholar.

“Greetings, Ancestral Master!”

Xie Wenting and the others hurriedly knelt.

They carefully sensed Li Xiake’s aura, and the awe in their eyes deepened.

The Ancestral Grandmaster was about to break through to the Emperor Realm!

“Get up.”

Li Xiake took in everyone’s expressions and raised his hand in the air with the dignity of an Ancestral Grandmaster.

After Xie Wenting stood up, he went forward and said, “Ancestral Grandmaster, the thirty thousand year celebration is ready!”

“According to the time, the scholars of the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm should be here soon. We’re just waiting for you to come out of seclusion before the celebration can officially begin!”

“Alright!” Li Xiake nodded in satisfaction.

He had been in seclusion for more than eight thousand years this time, and he had been waiting for today to come out of seclusion to hold a grand ceremony.

Seeing that the time was approaching, he waved his hand and put away the wine pot.

Then, he straightened her clothes and strode towards the door.

Bang!!

At this moment, a black figure suddenly descended from the sky and shook the entire hall.

Li Xiake couldn’t help but frown.

He looked down and realized that it was a black coffin that had been inserted into the marble floor.

The coffin was unscathed, but thousands of cracks appeared on the ground.

This meant that the person who threw down the coffin was very powerful.

“Junior Brother!”

A slightly old voice sounded.

An old man in a black robe walked out from behind the coffin and looked at Li Xiake coldly.

“Are you going to give me Master’s cultivation transmission jade slip, or should I give you this coffin?”