Chapter 78: Mysterious Grade Ink Treasure

The brush falls and startles the wind and rain, the poem is finished and moves the ghosts and gods to tears!

In this world where Humanity suppresses all things, the existence of the Confucian Dao is truly unique.

By perceiving Heaven and Earth, perceiving human relations, and reaching a high level of inner understanding, one can summon Haoran Righteous Qi.

If one can write down that state of mind, one can even form a world-shaking essay, favored by the Heavens.

Such a special favor makes other races extremely envious.

Why do the Heavens favor the Human Race so specially?

Perhaps this is the status of being the protagonist of Heaven and Earth.

It is just a pity that a great catastrophe is approaching, and the Ten Thousand Races are about to vie for the position of protagonist of Heaven and Earth again; it is unknown whether the Human Race can still stand at the crest of the tide.

Idle talk aside.

Let us speak of the Demon Slaying Division.

As Li Xiang's crooked handwriting fell, on the plain rice paper, the dense Haoran Qi grew increasingly intense.

Heaven and Earth possess Righteous Qi, manifested in various forms.

Below, it becomes rivers and mountains; above, it becomes the sun and stars.

Among humans, it is called Haoran, filling the vast firmament.

When the imperial path is clear and peaceful, it breathes harmony into the bright court.

When times are dire, integrity is revealed, each one hanging like a painting in history.

The crooked brush calligraphy landed on the rice paper, revealing nothing but ugliness.

Yet for some reason, though the handwriting was ugly, there was an indescribable sharpness between the strokes.

Its meaning lies in the bones, not in the form.

Like a person's proud bones, standing upright between Heaven and Earth.

Before the poem was even finished, various omens had already been born.

Like the great sun rising in the east, sweeping across ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers.

From the study to the inner hall, from the inner hall to the entire courtyard of the Demon Slaying Division, dense Haoran Righteous Qi was born out of thin air, swirling around the Demon Slaying Division like Flowing Cloud.

A Yellow Grade Mo Bao was born, with various omens emerging one after another.

It made Lu Jianxing's expression change repeatedly as he watched.

A martial artist from a small County, where had he ever seen such a sight?

The brush falls and startles the wind and rain, the poem is finished and moves the ghosts and gods to tears.

Originally, Lu Jianxing would have been extremely satisfied if he could have just written a poem stained with Haoran Qi.

He never expected that Li Xiang would be able to directly write a graded Mo Bao; it was simply preposterous.

Outside the room, Haoran Qi flowed like clouds, washing over everyone's body and purifying all evil spirits.

In the courtyard, many villagers and Official Runners of the Demon Slaying Division who had been entangled by demon spirits now all regained their clarity.

Although the demon spirit fragments within their bodies had not been slain, they were no longer disturbed in their hearts and minds.

Inside the study.

Li Xiang gripped the brush, the strokes becoming smoother and smoother, and one large character after another was written out by him on the rice paper.

Although the handwriting was mottled, that righteous spirit that could move mountains and rivers, that aura of proud bones reaching the clouds, accumulated and grew thicker.

This is the Righteousness Song by Wen Tianxiang, written in prison before he generously met his death; it contains his loyalty, his pride, and his praise for Righteous Qi.

The entire poem is magnificent and vast, with proud bones reaching the clouds; what it means to have iron bones and a loyal heart, what it means to have Haoran Righteous Qi and the sentiments of a scholar, are all concentrated in this Righteousness Song.

It moves mountains and rivers, suppressing the past and the present.

With every stroke that fell, Li Xiang seemed to have truly returned to that campus of the past.

Looking at the records of Wen Tianxiang's life in the books, the image of Wen Tianxiang calmly meeting his death with proud bones reaching the clouds emerged in his mind.

The brush strokes became smoother and smoother, until finally, there was no ink left on the tip, and there was no room left on the rice paper.

Li Xiang gripped the brush and actually began writing in the air.

Haoran Qi condensed at the tip of his brush, continuing to imprint one character after another.

It left Lu Jianxing, who was standing by his side, dumbfounded.

Using Haoran Qi as ink, using Heaven and Earth as a desk, an essay formed by nature, this is...

This is the appearance of writing a Mysterious Grade Ink Treasure.

How could this be possible!

This level of Mo Bao cannot be created by anyone but a Great Confucian.

The person in front of him is just a child who looks only six or seven years old; how could he possibly create a Mysterious Grade Ink Treasure?

Li Xiang paid him no mind; he was currently in the heat of the moment.

All thoughts of hiding his edge or that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall were completely forgotten.

He only wanted to completely recall that aura of Wen Tianxiang.

He was already completely immersed in that emotion of mourning for the sages of the past.

As he looked up, he seemed to be able to see that great man whose integrity remained undying in prison.

As the seasons changed and the country fell, nothing could extinguish the great righteousness in his heart.

He met death generously and calmly, leaving behind only his proud bones reaching the clouds and the Righteous Qi that supports the Heavens.

The entire poem was vast and mighty, its spirit piercing through mountains and rivers, making Li Xiang feel a surge of Righteous Qi condensing in his chest, his entire body's Qi and Blood burning hot.

When his emotions reached a peak, even the Qi and Blood of everyone in the Demon Slaying Division resonated gently.

Hot blood, Righteous Qi, magnificent and grand!

This is the essence, energy, and spirit of the Righteousness Song.

This is the spirit that has been passed down through the history of this people.

The sword may break, but its edge remains; the moon may wane, but its light endures.

Snap!

A drop of heavy ink was flicked onto the very end of the essay.

The momentum was like a rainbow, spanning across mountains and rivers, making Lu Jianxing, who was watching Li Xiang write the poem from the side, feel his Qi and Blood surging, with faint signs of a breakthrough.

"It is done!"

Li Xiang exhaled a breath of stale air and sat down on the chair, feeling somewhat exhausted.

At the same time.

Accompanying the conclusion of Li Xiang's writing of the essay.

A clap of thunder resounded on flat ground throughout the entire Demon Slaying Division.

On the open ground of the Demon Slaying Division, dense Haoran Righteous Qi suddenly gathered.

A gaunt phantom of an old man with shackles on his hands slowly condensed from the void and paced across the open ground.

As he walked, he softly chanted something, continuously drawing more Haoran Righteous Qi to surround him.

Ah, it is the Righteousness Song!

Strands of dense Haoran Righteous Qi gathered around him, transforming into stars, then into mountains, and then into one historical hero after another, manifesting the great righteousness within the poem.

This is the phenomenon triggered by the birth of a Xuan-grade Ink Treasure; it has actually simulated the appearance of Wen Tianxiang as people imagine him.

It is extremely shocking.

The dense Haoran Righteous Qi scattered within the Demon Slaying Division like a storm, and those who had been possessed by Demon spirits suddenly felt their Spirit Platform become clear.

A force that had made them somewhat muddled dissipated, and all that remained in their hearts was the great righteousness of the nation and a passionate spirit.

Their essence, energy, and spirit increased several times over.

Within their Spirit Platforms, the Haoran Righteous Qi rolled and swept through, beheading one Demon spirit fragment after another.

In such an environment of dense Haoran Righteous Qi, these Demon spirit fragments were not worth mentioning. They shattered directly into the most basic Divine Soul fragments and were absorbed by the hosts they had possessed.

Instead, this made the Divine Souls of these people even stronger.

Inside the study.

Hu~

A large amount of sweat appeared on Li Xiang's forehead, and he looked up at what was in front of him, feeling very weak.

Condensing Haoran Righteous Qi to write an Ink Treasure consumes a great deal of energy.

If he were not a Martial Artist, he would likely have been exhausted to the point of collapse halfway through writing.

At this moment, he felt a weariness coming from the depths of his heart.

But within his heart, there was also an indescribable sense of gratification.

Beside him, one strand of Haoran Righteous Qi after another was continuously merging into his body.

Setting pen to paper to write a peerless poem—although it was a creation of a predecessor, being able to simulate this artistic conception to such a degree is likely extremely rare throughout history.

The heavens and earth gave their recognition, and the Haoran Righteous Qi condensed.

It continuously replenished his dried-up Haoran Righteous Qi.

Li Xiang even felt that on his Spirit Platform, one of the phantoms holding a scroll trembled slightly, and the Dao Patterns beneath it began to continuously absorb the Haoran Righteous Qi, nourishing those mysterious lines to become more solid.

In a hazy state, he seemed to hear this phantom softly chanting some scripture.

His own essence, energy, and spirit were rapidly recovering, and he, who had been exhausted, became full of vigor again before long.

Listening carefully, he only felt that the scripture was as magnificent as mountains and rivers, with righteousness soaring to the clouds; it seemed to be the Righteousness Song he had written himself.

Examining himself slightly, Li Xiang was even more surprised to discover.

His Confucian Dao cultivation had actually increased by a whole level.

It had become Eighth Grade Confucian Dao.

Dense Haoran Righteous Qi condensed in his heart; the originally golden Haoran Righteous Qi had now become even denser.

"Town Guardian, what are you doing?"

Li Xiang saw that after Lu Jianxing saw him finish writing, he hurriedly pulled out sheets of rice paper, pressed them against the air, and collected the large characters that had condensed in the air.

"The young master is truly a talent of the age; to be able to write such an essay at such a young age."

"In the future, you will surely achieve great things!"

"This essay is rare; if it were to just dissipate like this, it would be a great pity. It should be collected using paper."

"This essay is a natural masterpiece; even if it is not an original peerless essay, I imagine that if it is printed on paper, it can be preserved for a year or two. By then, it will be extremely handy for me to use against Demons."

"In that case, I thank the young master."

Lu Jianxing responded very happily while collecting them.

That Li Xiang could write a Xuan-grade Ink Treasure was something that greatly exceeded his expectations.

With this item, hanging it within the Demon Slaying Division, the Demon Slaying Division could become the final pure land of the entire Chiyang County.

Unless this Demon spirit devours everyone in the city and grows to a youth stage, they will have no danger to their lives tonight.

Seeing Lu Jianxing busy recording the Ink Treasure, Li Xiang did not disturb him.

He focused more of his attention on his own heart.

This is the place where Haoran Righteous Qi gathers.

Scholars value a certain momentum: better to break than to bend, daring to remonstrate even at the cost of one's life.

No matter how the world changes, only the hot blood in one's heart remains hard to cool.

He had copied the Righteousness Song once, and he never expected to harvest so much Haoran Righteous Qi, pushing his Confucian Dao cultivation to the Eighth Grade.

Cultivation of the Confucian Dao is quite special; it is not as simple as saying that once you understand, you understand.

It also considers your influence on those around you and your contribution to this nation, which is why Confucian Scholars often enter officialdom—it is for the sake of cultivation.

Below the Seventh Grade on the path of transcendence, it is a stage of accumulating quantity, with no particularly high technical difficulty.

Going further up is where things become troublesome.

To break through to the Seventh Grade in the Confucian Dao, one needs to clarify their intent and question the path of their original heart.

As of now, the timing is not yet right.

While lost in thought, a sudden commotion came from outside the door.

Raising his eyes to look, he saw an old Confucian Scholar dressed in green robes.

He pushed open the doors of the Demon Slaying Division with some impatience and rushed toward the inner hall.

Several bailiffs were behind him, unable to catch up.

Before the person arrived, his voice came first.

"To think that in this small County, there is someone who can transcribe the poems of Master Wen in their entirety! And write a Xuan-grade piece of calligraphy!"

"Who is it!"

"This old man has been trapped at the Eighth Grade for thirty years!"

"Quickly let this old man open his eyes and experience that artistic conception!"

"If this old man can break through because of this, I will certainly reward you handsomely!"

(End of this chapter)