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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 been ten years

he worked as a scribe at a pawnshop, earning 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

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

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

his calligraphy was exceptional. During festivals, there were always people who would commission him to write door couplets

Fengqing Alley, as always. However, this time the visitors were not

“Righteous,” carved with a knife on their left arms, indicated

backed by a powerful figure. Even some smaller clans showed them respect. The boss of the Righteous Gang, Gongyangyi, was a

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

Righteous Gang, would carve the word “Righteous” onto his left

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

was one of the main incomes for

at once, the counterfeit business ended, and he had been

Zhang Kuo, who lived in Fengqing Alley, saw Mi Bai’s writing during

a snake. Excited about this, he felt that even without Counterfeit Zhang, having a younger Mi Bai was also

he came today to invite Mi Bai to make

won’t counterfeit for you,” Mi Bai put down his

and sincere, but very

calligraphy and painting were the only pillars supporting this orphaned teenager. There was

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

a fortune that Zhang Kuo mentioned, Mi Bai could guess without thinking, was to fake calligraphy and paintings

red. He couldn’t believe that

scar of “Righteous” in front of his face and said angrily, “Do you know the

grabbed by his collar, Mi Bai

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