Chapter 736 - 547 I will complete the setting of this world_2
Nothing is more alluring than longevity. Chi Muzhi asked with a trembling voice, "What divine skills does the Literary Heart possess?"
As a Prime Minister, he had to get to the bottom of things; it was not possible to fool him with a few words and send him off to his death in a fit of passion.
"I cannot know the exact divine skills, but according to the inheritance obtained by Emperor Donghua," Duge looked around at everyone, "with talent embedded, poetry can kill enemies. A line like ’a hundred feet of frost stems from the vast sea’s shore’ can conjure a hundred feet of ice; a line like ’dreaming of iron horses and ice rivers’ can send thousands of troops into someone else’s dream; a line like ’a waterfall plummets down three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way is falling from the heavens,’ can call forth waterfall waters from the sky..."
Hisss!
The civil officials present sucked in a cold breath as the scenes Duge described naturally emerged in their minds, stirring their emotions intensely.
They were not familiar with the path of cultivation, but they were well-versed in the realm of poetry and prose!
Setting other things aside, just that line about the waterfall plunging three thousand feet was enough to set one’s imagination aflame—perhaps this line was crafted by an ancient Literature Saint!
"Does it have to be a poem one has written themselves?" the Ministry of Personnel asked. He was not skilled in the art of poetry and was anxious about missing out on this blessing.
"If everyone needed to write their own poems, how could the Literary Heart endure for long?" Duge smiled and continued, "In the face of an enemy, one naturally can also use the verses written by others, as long as one can withstand the consumption of literary energy by the verse."
"How can one enhance the literary energy and the Literary Heart?" someone else asked.
"Naturally, by writing poetry, lyrics, and articles. If the heavens and earth acknowledge them, it will bestow literary energy into the body," Duge said. "If there were no cultivation methods, how could the Human Race have established itself in the ancient times? How could they have contended with the Demon Clan, with cultivators, with billions of spirits..."
Duge spoke more and more convincingly. Xu Jinghui frowned repeatedly, as if he saw a vision of a true Human Literature Saint wielding a pen to bring peace to the world.