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Chapter 41
Refining Cursive Sword Writing (Part 2)
Li Qingshan said, "Can you block Begonia's charm technique?"
"Then … Of course I can't. Alright, I'll listen to you. You're the boss, okay?"
"Then we'll be brothers from now on." As Li Qingshan spoke, he recalled what Chu Tian had said to him. He couldn't help but laugh heartily, and the slight gloominess from failing to refine the Cursive Sword Calligraphy was swept away.
"Impudent." Liu Chuanfeng blew his beard and glared at him. He also laughed.
In Li Qingshan's eyes, although Liu Chuanfeng was full of flaws, there was one good thing about him, and that was that he did not put on airs. Perhaps it was because he was used to being beaten up by others that he did not have the arrogant and domineering attitude of ordinary Qi Practitioners.
Li Qingshan asked, "How many spirit stones does the school of Novels get every month?"
Liu Chuanfeng squatted down outside the array and said, "Now, I get more than 20 pills every month. Oh right, you're the first disciple, so you can also get 10 pills every month from now on. Together with the disciples you manage, you can get about 40 pills every month."
"How pitiful." Li Qingshan shook his head. However, when he thought about it, he could earn more than 20 spirit stones by doing nothing all day and occupy such a precious place for cultivation, it was no wonder that the Hundred Schools of Thought wanted to kick him out.
Liu Chuanfeng retorted, "Qi Refining Realm Patriarchs all earn this much, the main reason is that they have too few disciples!"
Li Qingshan said, "Then how do we calculate it specifically?"
Liu Chuanfeng said, "That's complicated. It's mainly dependent on the number of disciples and their cultivation, which is converted into a numerical value. Also, doing more missions and winning in various competitions can also increase the numerical value. On the other hand, if a disciple violates the rules and makes mistakes, the numerical value will be reduced."
"In short, the better a family develops, the higher the income of the family head, and the more resources he can allocate. Sigh, if you can reach the level of Buddhism and Daoism, I will also give you a top-grade spiritual weapon."
"I remember these words. Let's do our best!" Li Qingshan had a new understanding of the school of Novels' situation. Although it was very low, it also meant that they had a bright future ahead of them. Most importantly, although this piece of cake was small, they did not need to share it with so many fellow students. The number of people who could have a bite might not be any less than the disciples of those great clans.
However, the premise of all this was to make this cake bigger. Li Qingshan was full of confidence in this.
Liu Chuanfeng said excitedly, "Don't worry, I'll break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm very soon. At that time, just the salary of the clan head alone will increase tenfold. Furthermore, the true strength of the School of Novels can only be displayed after reaching the Foundation Establishment Realm."
Although the school of Novels could turn illusions into reality, they were restricted by two factors. One was the power of faith, and the other was the cultivator themselves. The former was like electricity, while the latter was like a transformer. No matter how strong the electricity was, if the transformer was not powerful enough, it would not be able to convert it into usable electricity.
"Go write your novel!" Li Qingshan smiled and waved his hand. Since he was already a disciple of the school of Novels, it was only right for him to do his part for the school as long as it did not affect his cultivation.
After Liu Chuanfeng left, Li Qingshan put away the Cursive Sword Calligraphy with slight regret. Then, he took out another scroll of the Cursive Sword Calligraphy.
There were three scrolls of the Cursive Sword Calligraphy in his hands. One was a supreme-grade spiritual artifact, one was a high-grade spiritual artifact, and one was a middle-grade spiritual artifact.
Right now, he was holding the high-grade spiritual artifact, the Cursive Sword Calligraphy, which he had obtained from the black-clothed man. He had already refined a high-grade spiritual artifact, the Clear Stream Sword, and was very confident about this.
Fifteen minutes later, several dozen strands of sword Qi shot into the night sky. Li Qingshan had failed once again. He began to find it rather difficult to accept, as he had clearly succeeded once already. However, he understood the reason behind it after some thought.
Although he had refined the high-grade spiritual artifact, the Clear Stream Sword, that was because the Clear Stream Sword was of the water element, while he cultivated Gui Water true qi. The Spirit Turtle's Method of Sea Suppression had granted him extraordinary senses for the water element, which was why he could refine it so easily.
Even after these various advantages were taken into account, refining a high-grade spiritual artifact would not actually be that easy for a sixth layer Qi Practitioner. He would usually use a middle-grade spiritual artifact as well.
However, Li Qingshan did not become dejected. In the next moment, he took out the weakest Cursive Sword Calligraphy. Its original name was the Sword Qi Calligraphy, and it had come from the auction of the school of Miscellany. It was only a middle-grade spiritual artifact.
Li Qingshan let out a sigh of relief. Perhaps he should have started with the weakest Cursive Sword Calligraphy right from the beginning. He had been a little too eager for success.
As he channeled his true qi into it, the Cursive Sword Calligraphy glowed. Before he could even celebrate, the light suddenly began to tremble, on the verge of collapse again. Although it was only a Medium Grade Spirit Artifact, its explosiveness was far beyond that of an ordinary Medium Grade Spirit Artifact.
However, Li Qingshan did not dodge at all. He stared straight at the Cursive Sword Calligraphy, and the light stabilized once again. Not only did it stop radiating outwards, but it even retracted bit by bit.
Suddenly, Li Qingshan saw the twisted strokes suddenly move.
No, it was not the strokes that moved, but countless swords swinging about. The strokes were the trajectories they left behind, like the footprints left behind by a traveler in the desert.
However, compared to the traveler, the deep footprints were so brief and insignificant. Li Qingshan did not know who he was, but he felt a sense of admiration from the bottom of his heart. When Oxen praised the author of the Cursive Sword Calligraphy, he still did not understand the deeper meaning behind it. Just how capable was this person to gain brother ox's recognition?
Now, however, he began to understand a little. Perhaps this sword style should not have appeared in this world.
As he sighed, Li Qingshan finally finished refining the Cursive Sword Calligraphy. However, before he could even let out a sigh of relief, something happened. Several dozen strands of sword qi suddenly swept back, flowing through his meridians and rushing into his sea of qi.
As soon as the sword qi entered, his sea of qi immediately began to churn. He felt waves of piercing pain.
"Spirit Turtle Suppresses the Seas!" Li Qingshan bellowed out. The spirit turtle's daemon core appeared, and the several dozen strands of sword qi were firmly suppressed, immobilised. However, they refused to shatter under such pressure. They condensed into something tangible, swimming about in his sea of qi.
Li Qingshan was still shaken. He felt a layer of cold sweat appear on his back.
If his original body were not a great daemon with a tough body, his tendons and vessels would have been severed already. If he did not know the Spirit Turtle's Method of Sea Suppression, he would not have been able to avoid the fate of his core being destroyed either.
He hadn't expected the Cursive Sword Calligraphy to have such a vicious trap. Right now, he was incomparably glad that he hadn't refined the supreme-grade Cursive Sword Calligraphy. He didn't even want to think about what would have happened if the violent sword qi that had destroyed more than ten bamboo buildings had erupted in his body.
He had basically witnessed the dangers of the cultivation community once again. He could imagine how the people who had obtained the Cursive Sword Calligraphy before him would refine it happily, only to be killed the next moment.
Suddenly, he felt like something had appeared in his head.
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