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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.

a child, had come to Xiling City to subsist. It has been ten

a stand in Fengqing Alley at the beginning of each year to earn

those pitiful children. After deciding to look after those poor children,

price of grains in Xiling had been rising sharply. This may mean nothing to those privileged families, but for an ordinary civilian like

were always people who would

Alley, as always. However, this time the visitors were not the usual people requesting his calligraphy, but

they wore thin clothes, with their muscular arms exposed. The word “Righteous,” carved with a

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

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

joined the Righteous Gang, would

gang member Zhang Kuo bowed towards Mi Bai and said, “With your high talents, why do you need to earn money in this alley by writing for others? Just nod

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 dealer who had always cooperated

at once, the counterfeit business ended, and he had

Fengqing Alley,

iron yet sharp as a silver hook, his pen flowed like a dragon and a snake. Excited about

came today to invite Mi

put down his brush and looked at Zhang Kuo

was gentle and sincere, but very

only pillars supporting this orphaned teenager. There was no doubt about

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

a fortune that Zhang Kuo mentioned, Mi Bai could guess without thinking, was

red. He couldn’t

his sturdy arm, he stretched his arm with the scar of “Righteous” in

Mi Bai

anything for survival, he could never make the smallest concession in calligraphy and painting. Apart from