Withdraw. Let me handle this.

Literary scholars condensed their literary hearts, making their words come true upon speaking. Martial artists gathered their martial souls, capable of splitting mountains and severing seas. The "pretty boy" she thought he was uttered the phrase "brandishing a spear and leaping upon a steed," and in the next second, armor fused to his body. With a long spear in hand, he became a one-man army, capable of fighting his way through thousands of troops seven times over! The "consumptive invalid" in her eyes chanted "stars scattered like chess pieces," and suddenly the heavens became a lid and the land a chessboard; deploying troops and arranging formations became as easy as breathing! This wasn't just "unscientific" anymore! It was as if the coffin lid of science had been nailed shut by theology! And as for her— "My Lord, there is a great drought in the North County. Perhaps you could try crying a little?" Shen Tang: "..." "My Lord, there is flooding in the South Province. Perhaps you could try laughing a little more?" Shen Tang: "..." ———————— Looking at the ten empty bowls of rice she had devoured, her pockets which were cleaner than her face, and a group of hungry, ill-intentioned, and troublemaking villagers, the village chief—who was suspected of being a glutton reincarnated and was a true "soul painter"—Shen Tang had no choice but to abandon her beloved paintbrush and was forced onto the path of applying to become a warlord.