396: I asked you to give me some advice, but I didn't ask you to give me this kind of advice...

“The principal is a Sage of Literature, and also not a Sage of Literature. This is merely a Will of the Literary Sage left behind by the Sage of Literature.”

The one who answered was not Fei Cai.

It was Su Danniang, who had previously thrashed Fei Wu.

Facing this Secret Realm NPC, who could beat Fei Wu, the Confucian Immortal Lord, until he had no power to retaliate, Chu Mo also showed immense respect.

He bowed and saluted.

“Senior, please explain clearly.”

“You do understand some etiquette. In that case, this venerable one will tell you about the matters here!”

Su Danniang waved her hand.

The surrounding environment instantly changed.

Everyone was no longer in the modern-looking cafeteria, but in an ancient and elegant courtyard.

“This… this…”

Fei Wu was astonished beyond words; this cook who had thrashed him was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger!

Ignoring Fei Wu’s resentful gaze, Su Danniang walked directly to a large tree and sat down at a stone table.

With a casual wave of her hand,

several cups of clear tea appeared out of thin air.

“Sit!”

Everyone hesitated, not daring to sit down.

Instead, Chu Mo and Fei Cai, the two of them, had fewer reservations and sat down directly.

The latter already knew everything.

The former treated it with a normal mindset.

Within this Secret Realm, the Su Danniang before them could manipulate things at will.

Then the other party played an extraordinary role in this Secret Realm.

“Senior, please enlighten me.”

Chu Mo did not taste the tea first; instead, he maintained his polite posture and asked the question from before.

“This Secret Realm was created by the Sage of Literature for us. The existence of this Secret Realm prevents us from dissipating into the heavens and earth…” Su Danniang explained to everyone while sipping her tea, her words carrying a hint of endless sorrow.

Only after the tea in her cup had gone down,

did she continue: “You merely stumbled in by accident, and then, by accident, you stirred the Will of the Literary Sage to play around. Coincidentally, we have been here for too long and also hoped for some fresh things to act as a flavoring ( flavoring), so, the Xinhua High School you see now appeared!”

At this point, Su Danniang’s gaze fell on Chu Mo, and a beautiful curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.

“Speaking of which, the appearance of Xinhua High School, which allowed us to find joy in this dull and boring Secret Realm, is largely thanks to you.”

“Me?” Chu Mo didn’t know what the appearance of Xinhua High School in this Secret Realm had to do with him.

“Senior, please do not hesitate to enlighten me!”

Chu Mo politely asked again.

Su Danniang did not answer immediately, but instead stretched her body.

Her seemingly ordinary and extremely aged face gave everyone a feeling of a sudden flutter in their hearts.

“Why do I feel my heart racing? Is it love?!” Zhuge Rizhao clutched his chest, then looked at his palm.

He really wanted to slap himself.

He actually felt a sudden flutter in his heart for an old auntie.

Bah! I’m despicable!

Zhuge Changde and Fei Wu also had this feeling, but the two of them were also experienced masters who had seen many storms, and they adjusted very quickly.

And they also realized that the person before them was not as simple as she appeared on the surface.

Not only them, Chu Mo also lost himself for a moment, but he recovered faster than all of them.

Seeing this, Su Danniang let out a silver bell-like laugh, and her face changed little by little.

A face that could topple kingdoms, a graceful figure, dressed in a white gown, constantly exuding a refreshing body fragrance.

Her jade-like feet, translucent as crystal, rested on the stone stool, stirring the emotions of everyone.

“You are very good.” This beautiful woman propped one hand on the stone table, her exquisite face continuously drawing closer to Chu Mo.

The Qi she exhaled carried a faint, elegant orchid scent, brushing against Chu Mo’s face.

Chu Mo was not enchanted; instead, he took a step back and cupped his fists at her.

“Senior, please do not tease me; please enlighten me.”

“You are indeed very interesting. It’s no wonder the Will of the Literary Sage spent a great price to reflect on your past.”

“Ref… reflect on my past?!”

Chu Mo’s speech was a bit slurred, and his face was turning black, so black it was almost purple.

Clearly, he was poisoned.

Zhuge Rizhao and the others were not poisoned; only he was. The difference between him and them lay in the breath of fragrance he had just inhaled.

That was.

Poisonous Qi!

However, compared to being poisoned,

he was more concerned about how the Sage of Literature had reflected on his past, what he had seen, and what his attitude towards him was.

Were all the secrets on him known by the Sage of Literature?

“You are very nervous!”

She looked Chu Mo up and down as if she had found an interesting toy.

“You’re already poisoned, yet you still have such an expression. You have many secrets on you! Even the Sage of Literature couldn’t reflect everything about you. What secrets are you hiding?”

Her slender jade finger lifted Chu Mo’s chin.

Chu Mo was already coughing up blood, black blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

“Senior, by teasing me in this situation, aren’t you afraid I’ll spit in your face?!”

“You can try.”

A foxy smile curled at the corner of her mouth, seemingly challenging Chu Mo.

Seeing his master treated this way, Zhuge Rizhao disregarded Zhuge Changde’s obstruction, jumped out, pointed at this dangerous woman, and shouted.

“Let go of my master! If you have anything, come at me!”

“You? I’m not interested in you!”

She merely glanced at Zhuge Rizhao, then turned her head away.

This action deeply hurt Zhuge Rizhao’s self-esteem.

He asked himself: Am I really that ugly? Why treat me like this?!

“Su Jiu, if you keep playing, he’ll really fight you to the death!”

A voice came from behind everyone.

Fei Cai turned around to look, cupped his fists, and said,

“Master!”

The Will of the Literary Sage nodded at him, then teleported to Su Jiu’s side.

“Stop messing around!”

“Got it!” Su Jiu stuck out her tongue, winked playfully at Chu Mo, and then disappeared from the courtyard in a few steps.

Su Jiu had already left.

But the poison on Chu Mo had not been resolved.

Fei Cai came to the Will of the Literary Sage and pleaded: “Master, my friend has been poisoned by Sister Su. Can you help him cure it?”

“This is not poison; there’s no need to cure it.”

Zhuge Rizhao walked over, looking worriedly at the black-faced Chu Mo.

“His face is black, and he’s spitting black blood? You’re telling me this isn’t poison?!”

The Will of the Literary Sage glanced at him.

“Does a black face necessarily mean poison? Does spitting black blood necessarily mean something is wrong?!”

A series of rhetorical questions left Zhuge Rizhao bewildered.

No, wait, isn't that how poisoning always works?

A moment later, Chu Mo’s complexion gradually became ruddy, and even his Qi was steadily rising.

He sat cross-legged, a mysterious aura rising from him, and the literary Qi that constituted this Secret Realm poured into his body.

However, regarding the outside world,

Chu Mo was completely unaware; he was fully immersed in this profound Concept.

A voice suddenly exploded in his mind.

“Guide the literary Qi into your Divine Soul, and then use your own Divine Soul to condense your innate character. Do not waste this Opportunity!”

Hearing this, Chu Mo immediately drew all the literary Qi into his Divine Soul and began to shape his innate character.

As for the choice of his innate character, Chu Mo already had an answer in his heart!

Heaven! Earth! Man!

First, it was Heaven!

Outside, realizing that Chu Mo was condensing his innate character, Fei Wu was also extremely surprised.

“I originally thought this kid would need at least fifty years of diligent study to condense his innate character, but now… I’m old, truly old! The younger generation will surpass the older generation!”

Unlike Fei Wu, the Will of the Literary Sage could more clearly sense Chu Mo’s current state, and even see what innate character he was about to condense.

And just as Chu Mo was condensing his innate character, this Secret Realm began to shake.

A terrifying force was trying to tear apart this heaven and earth Secret Realm, to obliterate Chu Mo, who was condensing his innate character.

“The character ‘Heaven’! You actually dare to comprehend the character ‘Heaven’! This is a taboo that even I dare not touch. Stop quickly!”

However, Chu Mo was completely immersed in his inner world at this moment; he couldn’t hear a single word from the Will of the Literary Sage.

Furthermore, he couldn’t stop now.

Once he stopped, his Divine Soul would be impacted by the innate character within his body, and even if he miraculously survived, he would never be able to advance further in his life.

Therefore.

Charge!

Succeed or die trying!