Liu Chuanfeng also slammed the table and stood up. "Brat, I see that you're a talent, that's why I'm giving you some leeway. Don't go overboard. You can insult me, but you can't insult my novels."
"The one I'm insulting is you. Your novels are trash, trash!" Li Qingshan clenched his fist and cursed.
"You … you …" Liu Chuanfeng pointed at Li Qingshan, unable to restrain his anger.
Outside the sky, the clouds covered the sky. Sunlight no longer shone into the room, and the bamboo house became a little dark.
Li Qingshan felt a strange true qi rising from Liu Chuanfeng's body. The pressure from a tenth layer Qi Practitioner was only starting to show now.
Come, let me see what a novelist is capable of.
"Li Qingshan, you'll be shackled and torn apart by hundreds of beasts. It's not too late to admit your mistakes." Liu Chuanfeng released his true qi, and the ink fragrance became even thicker.
Li Qingshan said, "You, little, said, you, are, trash!"
"Traitorous disciple!" Liu Chuanfeng was furious. He held a brush in his hand and waved it forcefully.
With a clatter, long chains flew up and tightly wrapped around Li Qingshan's body. With a crack, a wooden shackle wrapped around Li Qingshan's neck.
"Hundred Beasts Roar!" Liu Chuanfeng said.
Ferocious tigers, bears, lions, wolves, snakes …
All kinds of ferocious beasts rushed out bravely, letting out terrifying roars and pouncing towards Li Qingshan.
Li Qingshan frowned, not out of fear, but out of disappointment.
His body shook, and he spread his arms, breaking the iron chains. He grabbed the wooden shackle and casually crushed it.
At this moment, the ferocious beasts pounced in front of him. With a thought, he let out a clear cry, and the Clear Stream Sword flew up. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, it turned into a ray of green light and turned around in the room, killing all the beasts.
The shackles were just normal shackles, and the beasts were just normal beasts. They might work against ordinary people, but against Qi Practitioners, especially a battle-hardened warrior like him, it was just a pipe dream.
Even if he just stood there and let these wild beasts tear at him, would they be able to break through his protective Zhen Qi and bite through his skin?
Using his fingers like a sword, he pointed at Liu Chuanfeng. "Not enough!" In the blink of an eye, the Clear Stream Sword was right in front of Liu Chuanfeng.
Liu Chuanfeng hurriedly said, "Big-foot Monk, come out!"
Li Qingshan felt a chill in his heart, because he had read about this name in the book that Sun Fubai gave him. It was a character with an extremely mystical ability, and according to the description in the book, he would definitely not be able to win.
To be able to summon a character from a novel, the School of Novels seemed to have some understanding of the School of Novels. Were they finally going to show their true strength?
A big fat monk with his chest exposed appeared out of thin air, and the most eye-catching part was the pair of big feet below him. With one foot, he sent the Clear Stream Sword flying, and with the other foot, he stomped towards Li Qingshan's chest.
The momentum was vast, and it could destroy monuments and split stones. It was far from what the beasts Just Now could compare to.
Li Qingshan was just about to dodge the strange peak, when his feet suddenly slowed. He didn't know when, but the floor had become a swamp. This small swamp naturally couldn't trap him, and instead, it aroused his fighting spirit. Fine, I'll test your strength. Steeling his heart, he threw out a punch, striking the sole of the Big-foot Monk's foot.
However, the result was unexpected. With a loud bang, the Big-foot Monk flew back at a speed even faster than when he had arrived, and disappeared in the air.
Liu Chuanfeng felt a chill on the back of his neck. The Clear Stream Sword was flying towards him, and he hurriedly circulated his Zhen Qi to protect his body.
However, this was just Li Qingshan's diversion. Killing intent erupted from all over his body, and he took a step in front of Liu Chuanfeng. Using his palm like a blade, he forcefully broke through his protective Zhen Qi. Please remember this!
Liu Chuanfeng cried out, "Spare me, hero!" Only to see the palm blade come to a steady stop in front of him.
Li Qingshan withdrew his hand and called back the Clear Stream Sword. He put down the short table that he had kicked over and sat down. Picking up the teapot, he poured a cup of tea for himself and another for Liu Chuanfeng.
Clouds passed by in the sky, and the sun shone down, shining on the dense tea mist. It was a scene of tranquility.
Liu Chuanfeng was stunned for a moment, then he also came to the short table and sat down cross-legged. "You …"
Li Qingshan reached out a hand. Although there was no etiquette for shaking hands in this world, Liu Chuanfeng was stunned for a while before he came to his senses and shook his hand.
Li Qingshan waved his hand. "Let's get along well in the future. There are only the two of us on this island, and I doubt anyone will come here in the future."
Just Now, in the battle, if Liu Chuanfeng did not use the power of the school of Novels and only used his identity as a tenth layer Qi Practitioner to cast some normal spells …
If Li Qingshan did not use the Cursive Sword Calligraphy, it would be very difficult for him to win. Even if he had a strong body, it would be very difficult to make up for the difference if his opponent had no will to fight.
He wanted to see the power of the school of Novels, while Liu Chuanfeng wanted to show off the power of the school of Novels, but the result was not very optimistic. No, it was directly wiping away the last bit of hope for Li Qingshan. At this time, he was actually more open-minded and no longer felt any anger.
In any case, he did not lack cultivation methods. The Gui Water Condensation Method was enough to support him until the Foundation Building realm. When that time came, he did not have to worry about not being able to find a better cultivation method.
The most important thing in coming to the Hundred Schools of Thought was to learn alchemy, smithing, formations, and the like. These could be learned at any school. The identity of the chief disciple also provided many conveniences. One of them was that he could freely enter and leave the Hundred Schools of Thought without anyone's permission.
In the other schools, in order to fight for such an identity, who knew how much competition there would be. How could it be as easy as it was in the school of Novels? Not being valued and not being paid attention to was not necessarily a bad thing. He just needed to cultivate in peace.
Liu Chuanfeng sat in front of Li Qingshan, acting very carefully. This time, the school of Novels had really accepted an incredible disciple. Seeing that Li Qingshan was deep in thought, he did not dare to disturb him. After a while, he heard Li Qingshan sigh and ask, "When will we start cultivating? You've seen the methods of the school Just Now. It can be said that there are endless changes …"
Li Qingshan listened quietly and did not interrupt. The ability of the school of Novels was very special. They could make fake into reality, create something out of nothing, and turn fantasy into reality.
According to the origin of the school, there was a cultivator in ancient times who traveled to a place and heard that there was a local ghost that specialized in absorbing the vitality of children. The children that were absorbed by the ghost would shrivel up and die, causing the entire city to be in a state of panic.
However, the cultivator had never heard of the existence of such a monster. After careful investigation, he realized that it was not a monster that was causing trouble, but a strange disease. The reason was that all the wells in the city had been polluted by a special spirit stone mine. The children's bodies were weak and could not resist it, but the adults were fine.
He used his magic power to purify the water and cure the children. Everything was resolved. Then, just as he was about to leave, he saw the monster with his own eyes. It was exactly the same as the legend had said.
A monster that did not exist had actually appeared in this world. Because people believed in its existence, a powerful belief gathered into a force. However, this alone was not enough. He still needed some kind of … opportunity.
He discovered that the spirit stone mine underground that polluted the water had formed a strange loop. It was similar to some kind of runic spell formation that provided the existence of this opportunity. He began to think, could his magic power provide that kind of opportunity?
A brand new path of cultivation was opened. At first, it only recorded the gossip of the people on the streets and strange legends, turning them into stories and rumors that were passed on by word of mouth. After generations of inheritance and innovation, especially when the School of Mohism created the mechanism to print books, it finally became the school of Novels of today.
A lie told a thousand times would become the truth. They used pen and ink to create legends, turning themselves into an opportunity. The illusory could be resurrected in their hands. It could be all-encompassing and all-encompassing. In terms of interest, there was probably no school that could compare to the school of Novels.
However, Li Qingshan had already witnessed the effects of the actual battle earlier. Unfortunately, it was only interesting. Being interesting was not enough to defeat the enemy. Writing a novel that people believed, making them laugh and cry for the characters in the novel, was probably much more difficult than governing an entire city. It was not like cultivators lacked money. All they needed to do was hire a few advisors who knew how to govern and pour millions of taels of silver into it, and they would be able to govern a region until it prospered.
Although Li Qingshan had read quite a few decent novels in his past life, and he did not mind being a plagiarist, over a decade had passed. He had already forgotten about it. Compared to that, he was better off practising his Gui Water Method of Condensing Qi obediently!
Facing Liu Chuanfeng's expectant gaze, Li Qingshan shook his head and refused. "Thank you, but there's no need. Where is my room?"
Liu Chuanfeng's face was full of disappointment. He forced a smile and said, "This place is very big. Feel free to stay."
Li Qingshan bowed slightly and walked out. He walked around the courtyard and realized that although it was not as big as the Taoist Palace, it was not small either.
The bamboo and wood buildings were built in the air, forming winding corridors. Stepping on the ground would give off hollow echoes. The spring breeze caressed his face and the bamboo forest swayed, bringing with it a trace of coolness.
As he walked, the bottom of the bamboo building gradually rippled and deepened. He came to the backyard and parted the bamboo door. A small green lake reflected the blue sky and green bamboo. The scenery was beautiful.
A bamboo rocking chair lay quietly in the corridor. Li Qingshan lay on it. With a creak, he gently rocked it, as if he could spend the rest of his life and wash away his worldly thoughts.
After lying down for a while, he stood up and smiled. Finally, he had a place to rest. Here, he did not need to worry about being harmed or thinking about killing people. He could slowly cultivate.
Now, it was time to see Little Ann.
When he came to the front hall, Liu Chuanfeng was nowhere to be seen. A set of green robes was neatly folded in front of the door. There was even a cloud-illusionary brush on it.
Li Qingshan changed his clothes, picked up the brush, and put on his waist token. He rode the clouds and flew toward the Buddhist Anāsravāṇa Island.
Its full name was Sanāsravāṇa Island. It was a Buddhist term for the three studies of precepts, concentration, and wisdom. The Buddhist scriptures said, "Controlling the heart as precepts. Through precepts comes concentration, and through concentration comes wisdom. This is called the Sanāsravāṇa Island." It was also known as the Sanāsravāṇa Island or the Island of Precepts, Concentration, and Wisdom.
When he came to the sky above the island, he could see a forest of Buddhist pagodas from afar. They looked dignified, and there were faint sounds of Buddhist chanting. Its scale was no smaller than the Daoist Wuwei Island. Little Ann was among them.
…
In the Sea of Books Bookstore in Flowing Cloud Workshop, Liu Chuanfeng entered and bowed to the ground.
Sun Fubai's heart sank. "Junior brother, what are you doing? Don't tell me … the school of Novels has been crippled?"
The hundred schools of the Hundred Schools of Thought were not fixed. Every prefecture would be slightly different. Apart from the ten schools of the ninth rate that were permanent, there were many places that did not have the smaller schools like the school of Music and the school of Medicine.
The hundred schools were the same. It had been many years since the school of Novels had a disciple. The various school leaders had already written a petition to the Hundred Schools of Thought of the Ruyi commandery, wiping away the stain on the hundred schools of the Clear River prefecture.
If it were not for the fact that the founding emperor had appointed the school of Novels as one of the ten schools of the ninth rate, the higher-ups would have agreed to it a long time ago. Even with that being the case, they still issued an ultimatum. If the leader of the school, Liu Chuanfeng, could not become a Foundation Establishment cultivator or accept a disciple, they would cripple the school of Novels of the Clear River prefecture and take back Cloudwisp island so that other schools could use it.
Sun Fubai came from the school of Novels, so he could not bear to see something like that happen. Left with no other choice, he would try every Qi Practitioner he saw who had some talent. It was just a chance, but there was actually no hope at all.
Liu Chuanfeng shook his head violently. "Thank you, senior brother. Thank you, senior brother. The school has a successor now. I don't have to worry about crippling it."
"Who is it?" Sun Fubai widened his eyes. Just who was so unlucky?
"Li Qingshan!" Although he had a bad temper and refused to learn the secrets of the school of Novels, he was still the primary disciple of the school of Novels through and through.
Sun Fubai was taken aback for quite a while. The rims of his eyes reddened slightly too. His efforts had finally paid off.
"Junior brother!"
"Senior brother!"
"Boss, what cultivation methods do you have here?" A while later, a Qi Practitioner walked in. He just happened to see Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes. He was actually rendered speechless. He leapt in fright and backed out in a hurry.
…
After Li Qingshan left, the slovenly daoist priest continued to talk about cultivation methods in order to show his magnanimity. Then, he dismissed everyone and asked Juechenzi, "Where did that bastard go?"
Juechenzi said, "Master, it seems … it seems …"
"What are you hesitating for? Spit it out if you have something to say. Did he go to beg that darn baldy, One Thought? Or did he go to find Liu Changqing to take a make-up test? "
Juechenzi said, "Neither. He went to Cloudwisp Island."
The slovenly daoist priest said, "What? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Juechenzi said, "I was about to tell you just now, but as soon as I mentioned the name Li Qingshan, you told me to shut up."
The slovenly daoist priest slapped his thigh. "Oh my! He might as well become a monk with that darn baldy. Go and tell him to scram back here. I'll take him into the school of Taoism. "
Juechenzi said, "It's already too late. Master Liu handed in the name list as soon as he could. Li Qingshan is already a disciple of the school of Novels, and he's even the first seat."
The Hundred Schools of Thought had their own rules. No matter how the Hundred Schools of Thought fought over it during the Academy Examinations, anyone who entered would be a disciple of that school. This was something that no one could change. Otherwise, the Hundred Schools of Thought would have descended into chaos a long time ago.
The slovenly daoist priest was filled with regret. Li Qingshan's determination and staunchness had always been to his liking. Others might think that Li Qingshan was being rude for scolding a Foundation Establishment cultivator and the head of a school. Other people might think that Li Qingshan was being rude, but he also felt some admiration for Li Qingshan. When he was young, he was known for his arrogance and disrespect for his elders. Who knew how much suffering he had suffered because of his bad temper?
"Master, you could've let it go if you scolded him a little, but what you said after that was too humiliating. No wonder he was so angry."
"Are you saying that Master is in the wrong?"
"I wouldn't dare."
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