Follow Your Words: Please Call Me the God of Literature

[It's cool and done + invincible in the same realm + brisk wind] Lin Xuan traveled to a fantasy world called Jiuzhou Continent. What surprised him was that the strength of practitioners in this world was actually related to the poems they read. "You little thief, take your life!" Facing a powerful opponent, Lin Xuan said calmly: "When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom." In an instant, the sun and moon reversed, the stars and rivers flowed backwards, the young leaves of the surrounding trees withered and fell, and a flower bloomed, directly swallowing up the clamoring opponent. Hiss~ The onlookers took a deep breath. Later, when they heard that Lin Xuan, who was only a mere scribe, dared to call him Ban Wenjiang, countless practitioners couldn't sit still. "Lin Xuan, you are too arrogant. Today the ten major sects have gathered all the inner disciples to surround you. How will you respond?" Lin Xuan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled disdainfully, "Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles." In an instant, Lin Xuan's movements were like a ghost, wildly harvesting the crowd, leaving corpses everywhere. In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed out of the encirclement, leaving a large group of disciples looking at each other. "God of Literature, if this son can survive, he will definitely strive to become a God of Literature in the future." "If heaven had not given birth to Lin Xuan, eternity would be like a long night~" "God, we are the same people, why is Lin Xuan so cruel?" No one knows why Lin Xuan is so powerful that it makes people explode, and no one knows that in a few years, Lin Xuan will cut the nine states into fourteen states with one sword. Later, I could only hear the story passed down by children laughing and joking in the street: The house was full of flowers and drunk with three thousand guests, and a sword frost-frozen fourteen states.