Chapter 1602 - 588: Itch of the Flower God (Part 3)

Now he’s actually going to study seriously?

"Is something wrong with my ears?" Dragon Leaf Pill Master patted his own ear.

"Long Ye, it’s not that Old Zhuo is criticizing you, but you need to have a sense of crisis. That Zhou Dangzheng, it seems, within these years, might become the Dan Master of Jade Capital,

if you don’t focus on the Alchemy Dao, be careful that Mr. Ding might cut you off."

"Hiss... that’s unlikely, right? Jade Capital currently has eleven Dan Masters. When Zhou Dangzheng rises, at most there’ll be twelve Dan Masters?"

"If you don’t believe it, just wait and see. I’m going back today, determined to study diligently by candlelight."

Dan Master Zhuo immediately waved his sleeve and left.

"On careful reflection, Old Zhuo is right—if my Dan Master position is taken away, becoming Dan Zheng, the treatment would differ by eighty thousand miles,

No way, starting today, I must study hard too."

Dragon Leaf Pill Master no longer dared to jest.

...

Zhou Xuan never imagined that his single elixir would become a catalyst for Jade Capital, inspiring the Dan Masters there to study diligently.

At this moment, he’s still sitting in front of Lotus Temple, contemplating the "Breaking Qiang Stele."

"I almost recall everything."

Zhou Xuan meticulously recalled the variations in the words he saw with his ink-colored Dharma Eye,

he worried about not transcribing them well, so with eyes closed, he repeatedly traced in the air with his hand,

only when fully mastered, Zhou Xuan opened his eyes and stood up,

he sensed a slight breeze and turned his head to see Zhu Fuyao fanning him.

"Eh, Miss Zhu, what are you doing?"

"Master Zhou, I’m afraid you might become too agitated from thinking, so I’m fanning you." Zhu Fuyao said expectantly: "By the way, did you come up with something better for your sentence?"

"Of course."

Zhou Xuan responded and grabbed a tree branch.

With the branch in hand, Zhou Xuan didn’t hesitate and began writing on the muddy ground—Zhi Yu Shuai’s Book, Huan Gong arrived at Lu, then crushed the Qiang bandits...

He continued to write the "Breaking Qiang Stele," the word formation and the inter-word linkage almost untouched from the previous writing.

Since it wasn’t a perfect match, there were slight differences, but the variances were so minor that Zhu Fuyao couldn’t spot any changes in the stroke movement,

"It’s strange, not much difference in two writings, but perceptively, there’s indeed substantial change."

Zhu Fuyao observed the writing, feeling this time the script was even more integrated,

the twenty-something characters, rather than looking like separate letters, seemed to form one word, written in a single breath.

"Harmonious and natural, aligned with Heaven and Earth’s Great Dao."

Zhu Fuyao read the words, feeling as if they generated a peculiar force, rushing towards her.

"Could it be so mysterious?"

As Zhu Fuyao continued observing the script, she ignored Zhou Xuan’s questions, focusing entirely on the "force" within the words.

But as she scrutinized seriously, those supposed "forces" disappeared, leaving the letters separated on the muddy ground.

Despite the disappearance of the force, Zhu Fuyao still felt a sense of tension, as if the words, now static, posed some threat.

"Strange, these are dead words, a line of dead words, what kind of threat?"

Zhu Fuyao couldn’t help but muse,

just as her contemplation ended, suddenly, she saw all those words moving.

"Ambush from ten sides?"

Zhu Fuyao realized that these words weren’t static; they were alive,

these animated words seemingly evolved intelligence, deliberately disguised as "dead," to ambush her, the Saintess of the Zhu Family.

The twenty or so characters each condensed their force, eventually converging into a blade-axe, cleaving towards Zhu Fuyao.

The axe posture was sweeping, spinning, constantly flying, tracing a arc of light,

then Zhu Fuyao vainly attempted to dodge the flying axe, unexpectedly, as the flying axe neared Zhu Fuyao, it also automatically descended,

ultimately Zhu Fuyao had no choice but to kneel and fall backward, barely evading the axe posture.

"So risky, such good words."

Zhu Fuyao muttered under her breath,

"Miss Zhu, that’s quite unnecessary."

Zhou Xuan’s voice came over,

Zhu Fuyao looked around, her cheeks flushed, realizing she was kneeling before Zhou Xuan, body still reclined—the posture somewhat... embarrassing...

She quickly stood up, her head lowered, waving her hand towards Zhou Xuan saying, "Master Zhou, it’s not as you think... it’s actually... it’s..."

Yet Zhou Xuan spread his hands, saying, "If you want to learn writing, I can teach you, no need for bowing... lying down... all these formalities, there’s really no need."

"No... no... it’s the words, there’s a blade-axe inverted within them."

Zhu Fuyao clenched her fists, her face turning red as she spoke...

...

Inside Xuandu Palace,

Granny Qian and Mr. Ding, constantly discussing the effects of the Flower God Pill by Zhou Xuan, before the "Holy Heart Sutra."

From the laughter of the Flower God, to the itching of city dwellers, and then to the flying flowers in Jade Capital City, they narrated every detail clearly,

as Granny Qian awaited Sequencer’s instructions, her heart echoed with the voice of the Sequencer again.

"Zhou Xuan’s Elixirs and Danqing are both unparalleled... Aqian... use Immortal Spell as a guide, I want to descend, just to watch Zhou Xuan’s Divine Miracle."