229: Chapter 229 This is doomed!

The First Prince gritted his teeth until they rattled, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

If not for the fact that this was the Prime Ministers Mansion and countless eyes were watching...

He would have loved nothing more than to strike down this Chen San wearing the white jade mask before him and crush him into meat paste!

"Chen San... I swear I will kill you!"

He roared word by word in his heart, his true energy surging, causing even the agarwood mask on his face to tremble slightly.

Meanwhile, Ouyang Wanqing had no mind to pay attention to the rumors and various gazes from the outside world.

She had naturally closed her autumn-water-like eyes, standing quietly in the center of the stone steps.

Those hundreds and thousands of tiny golden streams of light, like tired birds returning to their nests, frantically drilled into her body.

Set against the golden light filling the sky, a faint golden radiance quietly veiled Ouyang Wanqing's already stunningly beautiful face.

She appeared cold, unworldly, and holy, unlike anything of the Mortal World, as if a goddess from the Nine Heavens had quietly descended to the mortal realm.

It was truly soul-stirringly beautiful, making it impossible for anyone to even conceive a thought of blasphemy.

In fact, even Ouyang Wanqing herself had not expected that what was contained within this "ode to the wild goose" was actually the legendary golden Literary Qi.

However, it was not at all strange that she could resonate with it instantly.

This poem was something Chen Shanzhi had personally written for her in that illusion world which was so long it felt almost real.

They had experienced two lifetimes together and tasted every aspect of the Mortal World; when it came to the understanding of "vowing to live and die together" in this poem,

no one in this world understood it better than she did.

Therefore, when Chen Shanzhi recited this poem word by word in the stone pavilion,

her Divine Sense almost instantly resonated with every word of the poem, as if finding release.

"Hoo—"

Ouyang Wanqing exhaled a breath of turbid air, her jade hands forming an ancient and profound Dharma seal before her.

The Cultivation Technique in her body specifically used for absorbing Literary Qi spontaneously activated at this moment.

It guided that pure golden Literary Qi, flowing wildly through the gates of her Xuanguan Eleven Apertures, coursing throughout her entire body and cleansing her Meridians and flesh.

A circle of golden Literary Qi halo, so rich it was almost viscous, instantly rippled outwards around her.

"Absorb! Hurry and absorb!"

Only then did one of the talented scholars around the stone pavilion, who had been stunned into silence, finally jolt awake.

"This is the legendary golden Literary Qi! Even a tiny sliver that leaks out is a supreme treasure!"

"I'm rich! Getting this for free is a heaven-sent opportunity!"

The Literary Dao Cultivators present no longer cared about their image or decorum, sitting cross-legged on the ground one by one.

They frantically began to operate their own Cultivation Techniques for absorbing Literary Qi, opening their mouths wide, greedily inhaling the golden light mist in the Void Realm that had dispersed due to the resonance.

For a moment, in the entire back garden of the Prime Ministers Mansion, aside from the faint golden light on Ouyang Wanqing,

everywhere were these self-proclaimed elegant scholars, eyes closed and cheeks puffed out, in a comical scene of frantically snatching up the Literary Qi like starving ghosts reincarnated.

And in the midst of this absurd scene,

there were only two people in the entire Poetry Gathering who seemed out of place.

One was the First Prince wearing an agarwood mask.

He practiced the pure Great Jiang Royal Martial Dao and had not entered the Literary Dao at all, nor did he know any Cultivation Technique to absorb Literary Qi.

So he could only watch these pedantic scholars on the side, frantically devouring the leaked golden Literary Qi.

And the other was Chen Shanzhi, wearing a white jade mask.

Logically speaking, as the creator of the "ode to the wild goose", the moment someone achieved resonance with it,

Chen Shanzhi, as the original author, should have received a core feedback of Literary Qi.

But the awkward thing was,

at this moment, Chen Shanzhi looked at the cloud of pure golden Literary Qi falling towards him from above and was completely dumbfounded.

He blinked, and under his mask, he twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly.

"How... on earth do I absorb this thing?"

Chen Shanzhi complained frantically in his heart.

The reason he had agreed to Ouyang Wanqing and shamelessly come to attend this damn Poetry Gathering,

was mainly because some time ago, Ouyang Wanqing had promised him in the vegetable market

that today, she would personally teach him how to operate the Cultivation Technique to absorb and refine Literary Dao Literary Qi.

But now,

Ouyang Wanqing herself had already entered a meditative state of resonance.

And she hadn't even had the chance to teach him that Cultivation Technique for absorbing Literary Qi yet!

Watching the scholars around him inhaling until their faces were flushed red, with their true energy showing faint signs of a Breakthrough,

and looking at the large mass of golden Literary Qi hovering over his head while he could only stand there like an idiot staring blankly,

Chen Shanzhi couldn't help but point his finger and shout:

"You... come here."

Then, that mass of golden Literary Qi remained unmoved.

Standing on the stone steps, Chen Shanzhi sighed as he looked at the golden Literary Qi cloud above his head that refused to descend because he lacked the technique to draw it in.

It was just like having a peerless delicacy placed in front of him, but he didn't even have chopsticks.

He could only watch helplessly as those pedantic scholars nearby were greedily freeloading.

"I can see it but can't eat it, this is damn frustrating." Chen Shanzhi muttered softly behind his white jade mask.

Just as he shook his head helplessly and was about to give up on this mass of Literary Qi,

an ethereal, cold, yet inexplicably amused female voice suddenly echoed in the deepest part of his mind without any warning:

"Stop shaking your head around, I will teach you the Cultivation Technique to absorb Literary Qi."

"What the?"

Chen Shanzhi's heart jolted violently, and he nearly jumped up on the spot.

His eyes went wide behind the mask, and he hurriedly looked left and right in a panic.

At this moment, the scholars sitting cross-legged on the ground were all closing their eyes, frantically absorbing the leaked trace of Literary Qi, and no one was paying him any attention.

And standing not far from him, Ouyang Wanqing, in her water-blue dress,

still had her eyes tightly closed, looking holy and solemn as she absorbed the golden Literary Qi filling the sky.

"Am I... hallucinating?" Chen Shanzhi swallowed, muttering to himself in his heart.

"You are not."

That cold voice sounded in his mind again, even carrying a hint of obvious teasing and playfulness.

At this point, Chen Shanzhi finally confirmed that this voice was indeed coming directly from inside his head.

And the owner of the voice was 100% Ouyang Wanqing, who was close at hand!

"How did you manage to transmit your voice into my mind? What kind of Divine Ability is this?" Chen Shanzhi asked in surprise in his heart.

"It's not voice transmission."

Ouyang Wanqing's voice drifted over:

"I don't know what's going on either.

The moment the golden Literary Qi entered my body,

my Divine Sense seemed to form a strange connection with you invisibly, and I can even vaguely hear some of the thoughts in your heart.

I just tried to communicate with you in my heart, and I didn't expect you would actually be able to hear it."

As soon as these words were spoken,

Chen Shanzhi felt his whole body go cold, and his scalp instantly went numb.

She can hear the thoughts in his heart?

It's over, it's over, this wave is doomed, I'm completely finished!

He hid too many unspeakable little secrets in his heart.