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.

had come to Xiling City to subsist. It has been ten

forty gold coins a month. Aside from this work, he also set up a stand in Fengqing Alley at the beginning of each

own sake, but for those pitiful children. After deciding to look

nothing to those

people who would commission him to write

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

exposed. The word “Righteous,” carved with a knife on their

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. Their reputation was

City, along with several brothels and gambling dens. In the daytime, West City was governed by the clans, but at night the gang

would carve the

your high talents, why do you need to earn money in this alley by writing for others? Just

of those responsible for Fengqing Alley, Zhang Kuo was one of the reliable assistants of Fatjingang. The counterfeit business he managed was one of the main

the counterfeit business ended, and he had been scolded by his

who lived in Fengqing Alley, saw Mi

and a snake. Excited about this, he felt that even without Counterfeit Zhang, having

he came today to invite Mi Bai

won’t counterfeit for you,” Mi Bai put down his brush and looked at

tone was gentle and sincere, but

only pillars supporting this orphaned teenager. There was no doubt

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

Mi Bai could guess without thinking, was to

Zhang Kuo’s face turned red. He couldn’t believe that Mi

he stretched his arm with the scar of “Righteous” in front of his face and said angrily, “Do you know the consequences of offending

grabbed by his collar, Mi

Apart from calligraphy and painting, Mi Bai had nothing else. If he gave this up, he didn’t know what

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