NEW FATHER: THE EMPRESS APPEARED AT MY DOOR WITH OUR DAUGHTER
Chapter 18: The Queen Husband Has the Talent of a Saint!
As the four little girls chatted over Lin Xuan's statue, all the scholars stood up.
According to the rules of the literary world, everyone who participates in the discussion of the literary world will be subject to the statue of the God of Literature.
To everyone, the statue of the God of Literature was like a grand and sacred ancestral tablet.
Out of the ten thousand people, only Lin Xuan and the children were sitting there without getting up.
When everyone knelt down, he looked extremely out of place.
However, no one felt it was inappropriate.
Lin Xuan was not an art person and had a prominent identity.
If he didn't want to bow, no one could force him.
After everyone finished saluting, an official discussion would begin.
In the early stages, this kind of discussion was on par with the literature salon that Lin Xuan had seen in his previous life.
They are simply cultured and refined people who communicate with each other, flatter each other, and make connections.
During this process, almost everyone with a certain status came to greet Lin Xuan.
Whether they were from the Canglong Continent in the Lower Realm or the Nine Heavens Eternal Realm, they were all very polite to Lin Xuan.
Some people even took the opportunity to give Xuan Zhu and the others a reward to give some of their Spirit Artifacts to Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan did not refuse and kept all of these treasures.
Xuan Zhu and the others liked it, so Lin Xuan directly gave it to them as a toy.
Unknowingly, the peak of the discussion had begun!
Jiang Jiubai and the others walked to the front of the God of Literature statue and circulated their true essence at the same time before chanting the incantation.
Phew ~
Instantly, a seven-colored divine light filled the sky.
The terrifying aura of a saint erupted from the statue of the God of Literature and automatically flew into the air.
Before long, the statue floated in the air.
A large water screen appeared at the bottom of the statue about a thousand feet from the ground.
“Dad, what is it?” Xuan Zhu asked curiously.
Lin Xuan said, “That's the holy water screen. As long as you write on it, you can test someone's literary talent.”
Xuanzhu nodded. “That's very similar to the Spirit Tester Stone we've touched before!”
The so-called Spirit Testing Stone was a type of Spirit Stone used to test martial arts talent.
Lin Xuan asked, "Then at what level of talent are you all at?"
He guessed that his daughters were very talented.
Since he had mentioned it, he might as well find out about their talent.
Xuan Zhu said, "We are all Heaven ranked!"
Xuan Xi, Xuan Han, and Xuan You nodded in unison.
Lin Xuan sighed in his heart. These four precious princesses were indeed extremely talented.
Talent values are usually divided into four levels of Heaven, Earth, Mystic, and Yellow, with the highest Heaven Level.
Furthermore, talent can increase with age and experience.
Xuan Zhu and the others were only three years old and were already Heaven ranked.
If they grew a little more, their future potential would be limitless!
"Dad, will you take the test later?" Xuan Xi asked with anticipation on his face.
"That's right. I really want to know how high your literary talent is!” XuanHan nodded.
Lin Xuan shook his head and smiled. "Forget over. This is a matter of their literary world. Dad is not interested.”
According to his understanding, this was a literary discussion held once every five years in the literary world.
The reason they wanted to test his literary talent was actually to pick a talent.
Anyone more talented would receive recognition.
Even for a figure like Jiang Jiubai, if his talent was suppressed by others, he could only retire from his position as a literary master.
Frankly, this is a screening to find the best guide for the literary world.
And according to Lin Xuan's understanding, the level of literary talent was divided according to the color of the light that was revealed.
White, green, blue, red, purple, purple gold, and seven colors increased one after another.
If anyone could obtain the holy light of seven colors, they deserved to be called "The God of Literature who descended into the mortal world."
If they were to obtain this honor, even Jiang Jiubai and the others would have to address this person respectfully as "Master"!
Unfortunately, whether it was the Canglong Continent or the Nine Heavens Eternal Realm, in the past hundred thousand years, there had never been a "Literary God that descended into the mortal world."
If their father were to take the exam, he would definitely be the one with the best talent!
The little girls thought to themselves.
As the discussion continued, Jiang Jiubai was the first to arrive in front of the screen.
He picked up a white brush and wrote a few lines.
Phew ~
Purple light shot up into the sky from the water screen.
Soon after, the golden color lit up purple.
Everyone was amazed.
“Purple-gold! Scholar Jiang's talent was already at the semi-Saint level!”
"That's amazing! It has been five years since the last time we met, and Great Scholar Jiang has improved again!”
Jiang Jiubai was very pleased. There were three thousand scriptures in the world, and if one was able to reach the purple gold rank, then he would be a pseudo saint.
When he reached the pseudo-Saint Realm, he, Jiang Jiubai, would definitely become famous throughout the ages and become the idol of future scholars.
Unfortunately…
Not long after the golden light appeared, it suddenly dimmed.
In the end, only the purple light remained.
"Increase! I'm still not quite capable!”
Jiang Jiubai shook his head and sighed.
He had spent so much effort preparing this article.
He had not expected to fail to accept the acknowledgement of the God of Literature.
Everyone cannot hold their breath.
They would eventually witness the birth of a pseudo-Saint, but he failed in the end.
After which, Shen Yakang and the others took the stage one by one for the examination.
Disappointingly, none of the ten leading scholars made any progress. Everything is purple.
In other words, they could only be called Great Scholars, not Pseudo-Saints.
Furthermore, including Shangguan Jie and the others, hundreds of people appeared in succession. None of them could surpass Jiang Jiubai and the others.
As for the few thousand people left, their talent was initially ordinary, so it was increasingly impossible for them to achieve any miracle.
Jiang Jiubai turned his gaze around and sighed lightly. “The path of cultivation in the literary path is difficult. As expected!"
Shen Yakang nodded in agreement. “It looks like we can only wait another five years to see if there is a Pseudo-Saint in this world.”
Jiang Jiubai glanced at everyone. "Then let's keep working hard."
Shen Yakang looked determined. "Surely so!"
It was late, and the discussion was about to end.
Jiang Jiubai and the others stood up and came in front of Lin Xuan before greeting him.
Mu Youqing came to Lin Xuan's side and said casually, “Sepupu, you are very talented in literature. You can also try it!”
When he said this, the eyes of Jiang Jiubai and the others sparkled.
Jiang Jiubai said, “Suami Empress, you are talented in literature. Why don't you try it?”
Lin Xuan shook his head and said, "I'm an outsider on the literary path, so there's no need."
Shen Yakang shook his head and said, “Don't think of yourself as an outsider, Empress Husband. Literary ways are not distinguished by internal or external factors. Those who can do literature. Why don't you try it?”
Hearing that, the interest of Xuan Zhu and the others was piqued.
The four little girls were all pestering Lin Xuan and hoping they could take him to the Literary Saint Water Screen.
Seeing that he couldn't resist, Lin Xuan agreed. “Alright, I'll try it.”
He thought of an encouraging sentence about the foundation of a scholar and casually wrote it down with a brush.
Cultivation of the body, harmonious families, governing the country, and a peaceful world!
After those words were written, there was an explosion!
The seven-colored holy light rumbled.
A powerful light covered Lin Xuan's twisted words and erupted with the majestic aura of a saint descending into the world.
When they saw this scene, Jiang Jiubai and the others revealed shocked and excited expressions.
“Holy light seven colors! This is the light of the Saints!”
"Could the empress' husband be the God of Literature?"
“Is there a need to doubt it? The appearance of a seven-colored holy light meant the empress' husband had the qualifications to become a Saint!”