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.

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

a stand in Fengqing Alley at the beginning of each year to earn some money by writing door

own sake, but for those pitiful children. After deciding

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

During festivals, there were always people who would commission him

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

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

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

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

would carve

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

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 well with the gang suddenly

counterfeit business ended, and he

Kuo, who lived in Fengqing Alley,

snake. Excited about this, he felt that

he came today to invite Mi Bai

down his

and sincere, but

and painting were the only pillars supporting this orphaned teenager. There was no

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

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

red. He couldn’t believe that Mi Bai

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

his collar, Mi Bai calmly repeated,

painting. Apart from calligraphy

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