Chapter 678

In the secular dynasties, almost every country has its own place for cultivation.

For example, the Sword Pavilion of the Southern Jin, the White Pagoda Temple of the Yuelun Kingdom, the Academy of Datang, and the Ink Pool Garden of the Dahe Kingdom.

The Ink Pool Garden was built on Mogan Mountain, not far from the capital, and there is a quiet lake amidst the mountains. It is rumored that when the Book Saint was studying calligraphy in his youth, he was accustomed to washing his brushes in the ink. After only a few years, the lake was dyed black by the ink, so the people of the Dahe Kingdom called this lake the Wash Brush Pool. There is also a more famous name: the Ink Pool.

Rumors are rumors after all; that lake remains clear.

The Ink Pool Garden was established countless years before the birth of Wang Shusheng, but this does not affect the status of the Ink Pool Garden in the Dahe Kingdom and the cultivation world.

The Ink Pool Garden has no heavy guards, but there are many cultivators on the mountain, and no one can trespass.

At this moment, a black figure drifted onto Mogan Mountain. The crowd of cultivators acted as if they saw nothing, as if they had not seen the figure walking slowly into Mogan Mountain at all.

It was not until reaching the side of the Ink Pool that this figure stopped.

The newly sprouted green lotus floating on the surface of the Ink Pool swayed slightly in the breeze, appearing so tender.

To be precise, that was not a breeze blowing naturally, but sword wind.

Beside the Ink Pool, there was a girl of about ten years old, dancing with a sword by the Ink Pool.

The girl wore a lotus-root colored long dress, her skirt fluttering, her posture light and agile. As the long sword danced, the sword wind pierced the sky, emitting a series of clear, shrill whistles.

The girl follows the path of a Sword Master, but her cultivation is still shallow, so the speed of her Sword Practitioner is not fast, and the power is far from sufficient. In addition, the Dahe Kingdom is adjacent to the Southern Jin, so the hand-held sword is also quite popular. Therefore, the girl uses the sword now by combining the hand-held sword and the Sword Practitioner, sometimes picking, stabbing, slashing, and flicking, with sword light surrounding her body, and sometimes letting go of the long sword, with the sword light extending several feet.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the girl stopped practicing the sword, panting, her forehead already dampened by fragrant sweat.

Looking closely at the girl's appearance, with her dark, lively, intelligent eyes and round face, she is an extremely cute and tender little girl. Her cheeks are flushed from the sword dancing, making her look exceptionally cute. Her chest, blooming slightly like a flower bud, heaves violently, but unfortunately, there is no magnificent undulation, looking quite plain.

The girl in the lotus-root dress seemed to sense something, looked up, and could not help but be stunned.

A young man of about twenty years old was standing with his hands behind his back by the Ink Pool, smiling and examining her.

He was dressed in black, unstained by dust. His black hair was like a waterfall, his face was peerlessly handsome, revealing a crystal-clear luster like jade, and his demeanor was extraordinary, as if a Heavenly Human had descended to the world.

The girl stared blankly, involuntarily thinking of Wang Shusheng.

Wang Shusheng's appearance is that of a handsome and extraordinary middle-aged man with an impressive demeanor, but compared to the person in front of her, he seems to be more than a notch inferior. This person seems to carry a strange magic, making people involuntarily immerse themselves in it and unable to extricate themselves. It is just that he is holding two sticks of candied haws, and he is still eating one, which slightly ruins his temperament.

"Do you want to eat? Here."

Yu Liancheng noticed the girl's gaze but misunderstood her thoughts. He handed the candied haws he bought from the capital of the Dahe Kingdom to her; this thing is too sweet and cloying, not quite suitable for his taste.

"Ah, thank you."

Tianmaonv subconsciously took the candied haws, suddenly came to her senses, pointed her long sword directly at Yu Liancheng, and said sharply: "Who are you? Why are you trespassing on Mogan Mountain?"

The girl's voice was soft and tender, and her appearance was cute; although she kept a straight face, she could not make people feel any deterrent force at all.

"My name is Yu Liancheng. I came here to pay a visit to the mountain and ask Wang Shusheng for advice on the Talisman Dao." Yu Liancheng did not hide anything at all and smiled slightly: "By the way, what is your name?"

"I, I am Tianmaonv."

The girl said blankly, always feeling that the name 'Yu Liancheng' was somewhat familiar, but she could not remember it clearly: "Do you have a visiting card? My master is currently meeting guests from the Xiling Divine Palace in the 'Shumo Hall', so I am afraid he will not see you."

"Xiling Divine Palace?!"

Yu Liancheng's eyes flashed slightly.

What is this, enemies meeting on a narrow road?

"Wait, I remember now, you, you are Yu Liancheng..."

Tianmaonv suddenly came to her senses, her small face pale. The sword she had already retracted was drawn again, but the sword body trembled lightly, and she herself was like a shivering little cat.

"That's right, I am Yu Liancheng."

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly, his finger lightly brushing across Tianmaonv's long sword. Immediately, the latter felt a strange force coming, her wrist turned, and the long sword was retracted into its scabbard again: "Others are always soft-handed after taking things, how can there be someone like you, who just took my candied haws and immediately drew your sword against me."

"I, I, I will return it to you." Tianmaonv's pretty face flushed, and she handed the candied haws to Yu Liancheng in a flustered manner.

"No need, just tell me where the 'Shumo Hall' is." Yu Liancheng smiled.

"The Shumo Hall is at..." Tianmaonv pointed casually, then suddenly came to her senses and stamped her feet: "I won't tell you."

"Haha, thank you."

Yu Liancheng reached out and rubbed Tianmaonv's head, messing up her hairstyle. When Tianmaonv was shy and angry, she found that Yu Liancheng had already disappeared.

"Where did that guy go?" Tianmaonv looked around, thinking of the location of the 'Shumo Hall' he asked about, and felt more and more anxious.

"I can't help, and the other senior brothers and sisters can't help either. I must go find the Mountain Master and see if she has any way."

Thinking this, the girl's lotus-root dress fluttered, and she ran off to find the Mountain Master Mo Shanshan.

The Shumo Hall is the main hall of the Ink Pool Garden, usually used for entertaining guests and discussing matters.

Before Yu Liancheng entered the Shumo Hall, he heard a conversation coming from inside. A man said: "Wang Shusheng, this is the portrait of Yu Liancheng. Although this person appears to be a Daxingzhe of the Knowing Destiny Realm, his true strength is likely already above the Leap Five Realms. Moreover, this person is addicted to killing and practices the Demon Sect's techniques, taking Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi into his body, which is not tolerated by Haotian."

"I hope Wang Shusheng will make a decision early and join forces with my Divine Palace, otherwise the world will have another Ke Haoran."

"The Dahe Kingdom is the territory of my Ink Pool Garden, so naturally, we will not allow people of the Demon Sect to act recklessly." Another clear voice sounded: "But can you really be sure that Yu Liancheng has already set foot in the Dahe Kingdom?"

"Indeed, my Divine Palace's influence is spread across all countries in the world. That Yu Liancheng has indeed entered the Dahe Kingdom, and may even be in the capital of the Dahe Kingdom."

No one in the hall answered, and there was a long silence, as if Wang Shusheng was pondering and thinking about how to reply.

Just at this moment, a black figure drifted into the hall and smiled: "Not only did I enter the Dahe Kingdom and go to the capital of the Dahe Kingdom, but I have also already come to Mogan Mountain."

He looked into the hall, and there were only two people in the hall.

One was a Red-robed Divine Official of the Xiling Divine Palace, with a slightly anxious expression.

The other was a middle-aged man wearing a black long gown, with a quite handsome appearance, a graceful and elegant demeanor, eyes bright and spirited, and a body as straight as a pine or bamboo. It was just that his silver hair was disheveled and hanging down, and the deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes all proved that this person was no longer young.

Needless to say, this person must be the legendary Book Saint, Lord Wang.

To be called a Saint in the world, one must be extremely extraordinary, such as the Sword Saint Liu Bai.

Wang Shusheng is the most famous calligraphy master in the world, and at the same time, he is also a Divine Talisman Master, and he has achieved extremely deep attainments in this aspect.

If it were not for another Divine Talisman Master of the Haotian Dao Southern Gate, Yan Se, I am afraid he would be the number one Divine Talisman Master in the world.

And in the cultivation world, there is a recognized iron rule: within the same realm, a Mind Master can basically sweep away Sword Masters, Talisman Masters, Array Masters... It is just a pity that the world produced a Sword Master, Liu Bai, who is invincible in the human world and broke this iron rule in the Knowing Destiny Realm. However, when Liu Bai and Yan Se fought, it was almost a lose-lose outcome, which once again verified the terror of Talisman Masters.

As a world-famous Divine Talisman Master, Wang Shusheng's combat power can be imagined, which is also one of the reasons why the Xiling Divine Palace is trying its best to win over Wang Shusheng.

Wang Shusheng holds a transcendent status within the Dahe Kingdom, much like Liu Bai does for the Southern Jin; he is the most powerful guardian, his status extremely lofty, such that even the monarch must treat him with the etiquette of a disciple when in his presence.

At this moment, in the hands of this Wang Shusheng is a scroll, and on the scroll is none other than Yu Liancheng, depicted with lifelike vividness.

And when Yu Liancheng opens his mouth to speak and steps into Shumo Hall, the Red-robed Divine Official and Wang Shusheng turn their heads to see him, their reactions differing.

The Red-robed Divine Official cannot help but stagger backward, his complexion turning deathly pale, his tone trembling slightly: "Yu, Yu Liancheng?!"

As for Wang Shusheng, he knits his brows and subconsciously spits out four words: "Demon Sect remnant?!"

Yu Liancheng's smile freezes slightly, his gaze turning toward Wang Shusheng: "For the sake of your disciple, I can allow you to reorganize your words."

Disciple? Is he talking about Shanshan? Wang Shusheng's brows knit even deeper, and with a cold snort, he unhurriedly spits out four words: "Demon Sect remnant."

Yu Liancheng lets out a long sigh, his gaze shifting toward the Red-robed Divine Official.

"You..."

"I, I, I have met Yu, Yu Xian..."

That Red-robed Divine Official, who had maintained a certain arrogance even in front of Wang Shusheng, is suddenly swept by Yu Liancheng's gaze, his entire body trembling, the look of fear in his eyes intensifying, and even his speech becomes stuttering.

"Don't bother with the pleasantries; I have a question for you."

Yu Liancheng says: "Since you were sent to serve as an envoy to the Dahe Kingdom, do you know what fate befell those in the party of the Caijuedashengonguan who called me a 'Demon Sect remnant'?"

"They, they all died," the Red-robed Divine Official says tremblingly.

"Hmm," Yu Liancheng nods, smiling as he looks at Wang Shusheng: "So, how do you want to die?"

Wang Shusheng's complexion pales slightly; he flicks his sleeve, carries his hands behind his back, and lets out a cold snort, still maintaining the pride of a Book Saint.

Yu Liancheng looks at Wang Shusheng, his smile gradually freezing and turning cold.

An incomparably terrifying aura radiates from his body, vast and boundless, filling the entire hall, carrying with it a horrific quality, as if it could shatter the high heavens and swallow the firmament.

The surrounding tables and chairs cannot withstand this terrifying pressure, exploding into pieces with a bang.

And that Divine Official trembles all over, feeling as if the world before his eyes has gone dark, as if he were placed in an infinite abyss of Darkness, unable to see his own fingers.

Wang Shusheng's expression becomes increasingly solemn and grave; a black mist like ink permeates from his body to resist that terrifying aura, only then avoiding the same fate as the Red-robed Divine Official.

The next moment, the floor beneath Yu Liancheng's feet shatters with a boom, and he appears instantly before Wang Shusheng, his fist raised high, slamming it toward the latter's face.

"You're the one who's a Demon Sect remnant, your whole family is full of Demon Sect remnants."

In a thatched cottage on the cliffside of Ink Pool, a mountain girl in white sits by the window, calmly tracing small regular script.

Her appearance is extremely beautiful, her black hair draped casually over her shoulders, yet not a single strand is out of place.

Beneath her long, slightly sparse eyelashes, her calm gaze is like a pool of spring water. It is just too calm, without a single ripple, appearing slightly indifferent.

Her cheeks are as white as jade, her chin slightly rounded. Her thin, red lips are pressed into a straight line; clearly without any expression, she yet appears focused and earnest.

Mountain Master, Mo Shanshan.

The Book Idiot among the Three Idiots of the World.

She is the one in the younger generation with the best chance of becoming a Divine Talisman Master.

"Mountain Master, Mountain Master..." Tianmaonv runs in, panting.

"What is it?"

Mo Shanshan does not set down her brush, only turning her head to look at Tianmaonv with those beautiful, yet slightly dull eyes.

Usually, when she is writing, her junior brothers and sisters do not disturb her unless something major has happened.

"Yu, Yu Liancheng has come up the mountain," Tianmaonv says.

"Yu Liancheng..." Mo Shanshan's dull eyes seem to flicker, as if recalling a name that sounds slightly familiar.

"He is that Yu Liancheng who killed the Caijuedashengonguan, entered Taoshan alone, and took away the full mountain of Peach Blossom," Tianmaonv says anxiously: "He went to Shumo Hall to find Teacher, and there is also a Red-robed Divine Official from the Xiling Divine Palace in Shumo Hall; I am very worried, so I came to find you."

Mo Shanshan thinks for a moment and nods blankly: "Then let us go to Shumo Hall; do not tell anyone else about this for now."

"Mm, understood."

Mo Shanshan sets down her brush and unhurriedly begins to tidy up her brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Tianmaonv stomps her feet in anxiety: "Mountain Master, hurry, you can tidy these up later."

"Teacher is a Divine Talisman Master, and Yu Liancheng is at least a powerhouse at the peak of the Knowing Destiny Realm. If the matter can be resolved, Teacher can resolve it himself. If Teacher cannot resolve it, our going would only be throwing our lives away. Since we might die anyway, there is naturally no need to rush," Mo Shanshan says, still unhurriedly.

"Mountain Master..." Tianmaonv bites her lip, helpless.

"Alright, let's go," Mo Shanshan rises to her full height.

The two are very familiar with Mogan Mountain, and since Tianmaonv is very worried about Wang Shusheng, they take the mountain path, taking a shortcut.

Before long, the two pass through the narrow mountain path and can already see the three large, dancing, dragon-like characters for 'Shumo Hall'.

But upon stepping within ten zhang of Shumo Hall, they are shocked to perceive an extremely terrifying aura that actually captures them both, leaving them feeling as if they can hardly move.

The two women look at each other, their expressions growing even more grave.

Boom!

Just at this moment, a loud sound comes, and the wall of Shumo Hall is shattered into a large hole; amidst the flying dust, a black figure flies out horizontally like a rag Wawa.

The astonishment of Mo Shanshan and Tianmaonv deepens.

They can vaguely see that the one flying out is none other than Wang Shusheng.