[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity":3,"chapter-the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-chapter-81":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Name That Echoes Through Eternity",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2282630,4466,"Chapter 81: Recorded Master","the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-chapter-81",81,"\u003Cp>Soon, Jiang Hanxing also finished reciting his poem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then turned to Li Hao with a smug look: “Young Master Li, what do you think of my poem?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So wet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao let out a quiet scoff and replied offhandedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hanxing chuckled: “Though your poem doesn’t quite capture the scenery before us, it’s still quite good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You really are pushing your luck… Li Hao glanced at him—Poet Immortal’s verse counts as “quite good” to you? How bold of you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shall we do another one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a literary plagiarist, Li Hao wouldn’t let original work be insulted—he immediately decided to show him what real talent looked like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hanxing’s expression flickered, a hint of guilt creeping in: “Another? What should the theme be this time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You pick.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How about… a waterfall?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A waterfall?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’re deliberately aiming for my weak spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao agreed at once, set down his brush, lifted his head, and recited “Viewing the Lushan Waterfall” with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he reached “A thousand-foot cascade plunges straight down, as if the Milky Way had tumbled from the ninth heaven,” Jiang Hanxing froze, his face stunned, eyes wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t been overly impressed by the previous poem, but this one hit the subject perfectly—he could almost see the waterfall roaring and crashing before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Milky Way tumbles from the ninth heaven”—such a bold, ethereal phrase!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the man stunned, Li Hao smiled faintly. Ancient poets had written countless verses on waterfalls—he’d originally planned to use Fatty Du’s, but letting the Poet Immortal himself reclaim the glory felt better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hanxing had wanted to try, but suddenly found himself unable to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This poem seemed to have exhausted every possible description of a waterfall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if this poem wasn’t composed on the spot like his own, but pulled from Li Hao’s hidden reserves—as he himself had done—it still revealed Li Hao’s extraordinary talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impromptu poetry? That’s just talk. They’re cultivators—do they really think we’re those Confucian scholars in the Hanlin Academy, spending all day poring over books for beauty and jade?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Li, I am truly humbled,” Jiang Hanxing bowed respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Glad you’re convinced.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Li Hao picked up his brush again and resumed painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Li, you hail from the Divine General’s Mansion, yet you’ve achieved such profound mastery in poetry and painting—don’t your elders intervene?” Jiang Hanxing asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course they do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They just couldn’t stop me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“… ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hanxing fell silent, then suddenly burst into laughter—he felt he’d met a truly remarkable person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Jiang Hanxing’s first conversation with Li Hao; years later, he still remembered it vividly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao ignored Jiang Hanxing and continued painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Hao’s focused expression, Jiang Hanxing stayed quiet and slipped away silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Li Hao could go to the cold pool to paint the Water Qilin, Shen Yun called him to the Sandalwood Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Song Yufeng’s two conditions, Li Hao paused, then chose without hesitation to become a Recorded Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A full year? Too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had one condition: that Song Yufeng and all the Elders of the Sandalwood Palace assist him in one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was to let him paint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In modern terms, to be his model.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Li Hao’s odd request, Song Yufeng was taken aback—but it was a trivial matter, so he agreed immediately, assuming it was merely the eccentricity of this Li family prodigy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a Recorded Master, one must teach three lessons per year; if a year is skipped, the lessons accumulate into the next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tenure of a Recorded Master is ten years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s thirty lessons total—still quite light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if anticipating Li Hao’s choice, Song Yufeng informed him that his students would not be from the A Courtyard, but from the Black-and-White Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao didn’t care—he only intended to teach; whether anyone listened or who came didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Hao agree so readily, Song Yufeng smiled. Both old and young got what they wanted—the cooperation was smooth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving the Sandalwood Palace, Li Hao was heading toward the cold pool when Li Yuanzhao appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother Hao, Wu Shuang’s back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yuanzhao said to Li Hao: “Lady Wu says there’ll be a family banquet tonight to welcome Wu Shuang home—everyone’s to return early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao was momentarily confused, then recalled a petite, lively girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years ago, Fifth Lady had wept as she watched her follow a white-haired, youthful-looking elder away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, had that girl returned, having completed her studies?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the thought, Li Hao remembered the little tail trailing behind him in the sword cottage nine thousand li south.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head and told Li Yuanzhao: “It’s still early—I’ll take another stroll. I’ll show up just in time for the banquet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt nothing for that girl, especially since Li Yun and his sister had deliberately kept their distance from him over the years, and he’d seen Fifth Lady less and less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, should we prepare any gifts ahead of time?” Li Yuanzhao asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had only the faintest memory of Wu Shuang, but over the years he’d heard many tales of her—knew she was the standout of their generation. Of course, she couldn’t compare to Li Hao now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s true.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she was his cousin, long absent—he should bring her a small gift. Li Hao thought a moment and said: “I don’t know what she likes, but she’ll probably want something to eat. Go to Hongxiang Pavilion and buy a crispy roasted goose, and from Cuihu Courtyard, get a bamboo-scented ink-dragon liver… make sure they’re still hot, and deliver them at the banquet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao listed seven or eight famous delicacies from Qingzhou City—all of which he’d personally tasted and found delicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yuanzhao blinked: “Just these? They’re cheap—total cost won’t even add up to a few silver coins.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our family isn’t short on money. It’s the thought that counts. These delicacies, she surely hasn’t tasted while wandering. Other things? She probably has more than enough.” Li Hao said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yuanzhao thought it over and agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Shuang was a direct disciple of the Thousand Mechanisms Sect—her master was renowned. What could she possibly lack?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cultivation techniques? She could pick any from the Listening to Rain Tower herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapons? She could pick from the armory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gold, silver, jewels—those vulgar things? She’d likely glance at them and turn away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’ll buy exactly what Big Brother Hao said.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yuanzhao agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After he left, Li Hao picked up his painting board from his room and returned to the cold pool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set up the board and reached into the water, stirring gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, a dark shadow surged upward, splashing water everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao quickly returned to his board and said: “Elder Qiumo, please hold that pose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Qiumo had revealed her true form as the Water Qilin—majestic and divine. She’d been about to take human shape, but upon hearing Li Hao’s words, she halted, freezing the surrounding water droplets midair into static shapes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao picked up his brush and painted swiftly. Soon, the painting of the Water Qilin emerging from the pool was complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Li Hao finished speaking, Song Qiumo retracted the water splashes back into the pool, then stepped forward, his figure dissolving like fine sand into human form, moving his bare white feet to Li Hao’s sketchboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Li Hao spoke, Song Qiumo drew the water droplets back into the pool, then stepped forward. Her figure dissolved like fine sand into human form, her bare white feet gliding silently to Li Hao’s painting board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the figure on the sketchboard, Song Qiumo’s eyes flickered with a hint of delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her own image on the board, Song Qiumo’s eyes shimmered with quiet delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was my posture really that beautiful?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tilted her head toward Li Hao and smiled sweetly: “What do you think of my attire today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao looked. She wore the same pale blue silk gown as yesterday, but now her wrists and ankles were adorned with silver bracelets and chains that glittered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do all women love shiny things?… Li Hao smiled. “Very beautiful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Qiumo rolled her eyes. “Then paint me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao began painting seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his surprise, today’s Song Qiumo, enhanced by her ornaments, radiated even more brilliance atop her ethereal beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the painting was finished, his painting experience increased by over a hundred points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, these ornaments weren’t ordinary items.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, good,” Song Qiumo nodded lightly, though her eyes betrayed unmistakable delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao smiled and asked her to shift her pose again for another painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the cold pond, Li Hao had already drawn Song Qiumo over a dozen times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, he had her transform into her true form and sketched her another seven or eight times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had gained over four thousand experience points total, and with yesterday’s, he was nearly at twenty thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday, Li Hao had noticed that drawing Song Qiumo yielded more experience than drawing Second Master and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he didn’t think Second Master and the others had lower cultivation than Song Qiumo—perhaps they usually suppressed their qi, so his drawings failed to capture their essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Song Qiumo, before him, showed little restraint; her qi surged powerfully, making his paintings radiate great authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looks like I’ll have to find Second Master and the others to draw again… Li Hao thought to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Four-Posture cultivator alone grants over twenty thousand experience points; Second Master, Wind Master, and Fifth Master together would total sixty thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d only drawn five thousand experience points from each of them before, and thought that was already the limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looks like I’ll need to talk to them later and ask them to reveal their true strength… Li Hao muttered, but Second Master is hard to persuade—I’ll need to prepare his favorite dish: chicken stewed with mushrooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s enough for today,” Li Hao said to Song Qiumo, glancing at the sky—it was growing late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Qiumo, holding the pile of drawings, beamed with delight. “If you ever need help in the future, just come find me—as long as you don’t leave this Sandalwood Palace, I can usually assist you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you trapped here, Senior Qiumo?” Li Hao asked, surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Qiumo shook her head slightly, saying nothing further. “Then until next time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, she plunged into the pond with a perfect dive and returned to the cold waters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Li Hao packed up his sketchboard and headed back home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Li Hao descended the mountain past the Jia Courtyard, he noticed Li Yun and his sister were already gone; the other Jia Courtyard disciples were still training, and one spotted Li Hao and gasped in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, everyone else noticed Li Hao and turned to look at him in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Li Hao smiled and waved, greeting them briefly, then hurried off before they could swarm him with questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the foot of the mountain, Li Hao rode his horse back to the mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he arrived at the main gate, he sensed an unusually lively atmosphere inside—the guards at the entrance wore smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Hao, the guards all bowed respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao returned to Shanhe Courtyard and learned from Zhao Bo that Li Fu had sent word from Cangyu City—his injuries were nearly healed, and he would depart tomorrow to return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Zhao Bo handed Li Hao a gift box and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master, Miss Li Wushuang from Piaoxue Courtyard has returned to the mansion today. Lady Da has prepared a family banquet and invited you. This gift is something I arranged on my own initiative—just bring it with you to the banquet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1966,"2026-06-20T02:15:40.176Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","304d3678c8526ef2ffdded0e6b4d5a7affe33bc6b0f3f1c281e660a4010a501e","the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-chapter-82","the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-chapter-80",929,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-cover.jpg"]