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Chapter 119: Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen: Scholar

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Xiling once had a tiny village named Mi Village.

It was founded by a couple at the peak of the Mortal Realm, who gathered over a dozen martial artists from the same realm and established a small village about fifty miles outside Xiling City.

The little village gradually prospered, the couple also had a child, and everything developed in a good direction.

But in the year 1768 of the Longzhou Calendar, an entrance to a fantasy world opened near the village. When Tang Mi family arrived, conflict ensued.

Many of the village’s martial artists asserted that since the fantasy world opened near the village, the resources inside must be shared with the village.

This declaration gained support from many village martial artists, who sent representatives to negotiate with Tang Mi’s household.

The result was tragic – the act was perceived as a provocation to the Tang Mi family. Mi Village was razed to the ground overnight.

All adults in the village were killed, and children over five years old were slain. Only those innocent little children were preserved, allegedly taken to a benevolent place.

Mi Bai hid in a dark room, not daring to breathe. It took ten days for him to emerge.

The thriving Mi Village had become ruins. Mi Bai, aged ten, dug a large hole and buried the ashes.

As a young child, he couldn’t understand why such a disaster would befall the village.

The village was destroyed, his family was killed, but he needed to stay strong and survive.

Xiling City to subsist. It has

forty gold coins a month. Aside from this work, he also set up a stand in Fengqing Alley at the beginning of each year to earn some money by writing door couplets and

sake, but for those pitiful children. After deciding to look after those poor children, his

in Xiling had been rising sharply. This may mean nothing to those privileged families, but for an ordinary civilian like him, it was a great

were always people who would commission

set up his stand in Fengqing Alley, as always. However, this time the visitors were not the usual people requesting his calligraphy, but a group

word “Righteous,” carved with a knife on their left

underground organization in the North City, rumored to be backed by a powerful figure. Even some smaller clans showed them respect. The boss of the Righteous Gang, Gongyangyi, was a skillful martial artist at the peak of the Mortal Realm, and his eight top followers were also martial artists in the Mortal Realm.

and beggars in the West City, along with several brothels and gambling dens. In the daytime, West City was governed by the

Righteous Gang, would carve

need to earn money in this alley by writing for others? Just nod your head and you will be rolling in

for Fengqing Alley, Zhang Kuo was one of the reliable assistants of Fatjingang. The counterfeit business he managed was one of the main incomes for the Righteous Gang. However, for some reason, the

he had been scolded by his

who lived in Fengqing Alley, saw

pen flowed like a dragon and a snake. Excited about this, he felt that even without Counterfeit Zhang, having a younger Mi Bai was

to invite Mi Bai to make a

you,” Mi Bai put down his brush and

gentle and sincere, but

and painting were the only pillars supporting this orphaned teenager.

doubt that Mi Bai was a genius in calligraphy and painting. He knew that he wasn’t a martial artist. Even though he was self-taught, he could combine the strengths of various genres to produce stunning works that you can’t forget once seen. But since he was unknown, his exquisite calligraphy couldn’t sell for a high price, so he could only earn a living by writing letters and couplets for

Bai could guess without

bloody ingrate!” Zhang Kuo’s face turned red. He couldn’t believe that

Mi Bai’s outfit with his sturdy arm, he stretched his arm with the scar of

his collar, Mi Bai calmly

survival, he could never make the smallest concession in calligraphy and painting. Apart from calligraphy and painting, Mi Bai had nothing else. If he gave