Zhang Jian gazed at Wei Fang and suddenly started to smile.
"Forgive for speaking bluntly, Your Highness seeks the Treasured Ink, is it to aid in cultivation and breaking through realms?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Fang looked at Zhang Jian with a surprised expression.
Zhang Jian paid no heed to Wei Fang, simply stating calmly.
"Your Highness, in light of those gifts you presented, I can give you a calligraphy piece as a return gift. However, let tell you, Vast Righteous Qi is not as divine and mysterious as you imagine. To break through realms, you must rely on your own accumulation!"
Upon hearing this, Wei Fang's expression beca solemn. From the chat with Zhang Jian earlier, he already knew the Champion Scholar before him seed to be knowledgeable about all things and quite mystical. At this mont, opening his mouth, he could see right through him, giving Wei Fang a sense of imnse awe.
However, upon reflection, were it not for his deep understanding of various principles and possessing mystical powers, Zhang Jian might not have comprehended the wonders of Vast Righteous Qi.
I must know how many Confucian great sages in the dynasty turned gray-haired but still may not comprehend Vast Righteous Qi.
Wei Fang beca even more reverent.
He could hardly afford not to be reverent.
Possessing Vast Righteous Qi and proficient in saintly principles, even if he doesn't cultivate, he would receive the honors of Ghost Gods from the Underworld upon death. If he turns to the Divine Dao, within a few years, he would beco a leader at Primordial Spirit Master Level.
If willing to reincarnate into Immortal Dao Lineage, one might see a True Monarch from the Immortal Sect Dao Lineage descend to guide him.
This is certainly a higher achievent than a mundane deity like himself.
At this mont in the great hall, Zhang Jian casually fetched pen, ink, and paper, seeing Wei Fang imdiately stand up and personally grind the ink.
Once the ink was ground, Zhang Jian pondered slightly, then casually lifted the pen.
A scene of Vast Righteous Qi appeared before him, as if outlined by the pen tip, capturing a Bright Moon rging into the Xuan Paper, with a line of text glowing brilliantly.
This ti the Vast Righteous Qi did not manifest the spectacle of radiant sun and moon, nor the image of righteous qi shooting through mountains and rivers.
Instead, a different kind of Dao resonance appeared, like a trace of ethereal and grounding Dao resonating upon the mountains and fields, among which many farrs were orderly tiling, Returning to the Essence, filled with a captivating reality.
This profound scene could eliminate all restlessness and unease from the cultivator's heart.
Ultimately, the manifested image of Vast Righteous Qi dissolved into a folk verse.
"Hand in the young seedlings planting throughout the fields, Lower the head to see the sky in the water. Only with a pure mind can one achieve the Dao, A step back may turn out to be progress forward!"
Upon seeing this line of calligraphy, Wei Fang was initially stunned, then his eyes couldn't help but imrse into it, as if becoming a pure farr, rhythmically following the farr's steps, seemingly observing an endless Path of Heaven and Earth, realizing the unwanting is the strong, and sotis stepping back is moving forward.
He couldn't help but clap his hands, praising.
"Marvelous, today master's wisdom surpasses decades of hard cultivation!"
Wei Fang folded his hands.
At this mont, he was genuinely convinced.
Furthermore, feeling that today's visit was undoubtedly the best decision he's made in his life.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jian idly yawned and said smilingly.
"Your Highness, it's getting late, you should head back!"
Wei Fang nodded upon hearing this, his eyes showing slightly undisguisable joy, then added.
"Should master have any need in the future, just send a letter to the City God Temple, and I will comply!"
With a slight bow, he vanished with his nurous Personal Guards into a dense mist.
After Wei Fang's departure, Qi Yuhua ca out supported by Yu Yao and Qu Lian, looking at Zhang Jian with so amazent.
"Husband, was that really the City God King just now?"
Zhang Jian nodded with a smile.
"It was indeed him, but this Your Highness truly causes trouble, not letting one sleep. Such a fine night was thoroughly disturbed!"
Upon hearing this, Qi Yuhua felt surprise, and gave him a slightly teasing glance.
...
anwhile, in Shanyang County
Lady Honghua's true body descended, using various Secret Techniques to trace the hiding spot of the Demon Fiends impersonating her.
In the mountain forest, flas enveloped her surroundings, the path of incense spread deep into the mountains.
Killing intent brimd in her eyes, firelight weaving through her hands, transforming into small flaming birds screeching around the mountains.
This Spell seed akin to Zhang Jian's Vermilion Bird Mimicry Technique, although it is strictly non-transferable from Tongshan Dao Lineage.
Later, Zhang Jian derived Vermilion Bird Fire Control Technique based on Vermilion Bird Mimicry Technique.
In terms of might.
It was by no ans inferior to Vermilion Bird Mimicry Technique.
At this mont, in Lady Honghua's hands, these tiny birds seed to co alive.
However, it wasn't just one or two, but a swarm of sparrows flying wildly across the hills.
"Ah!!"
Suddenly cries of agony echoed throughout the forest, a dense Ghost Qi burst from the earth.
Blazing dark blue flas exploded from within, abruptly rushing toward Lady Honghua.
"Spirit Candle King save us…"
At this ti, nurous spirits thriving in the forest shrieked under Vermilion Bird Fire Control Technique, turning into ashes and dissolving the mont they touched the Stove Fire.
Lady Honghua bore deep hate towards these Demon Ghosts impersonating patrol Ghost Gods within the Kitchen God Temple, ruining her foundation, showing no rcy.
Now, she noticed the blue flas sweeping fiercely from the void.
It was a peculiar Fire Ghost.
Fire Ghosts belong to Five Elents Spirit Ghosts, their death caused by fire, and given their Five Elents affinity to fire, it leads to the existence of such mystical Ghost Gods.
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