"The spirits of the Nine Nether, the gods and demons, sacrifice my blood body…"
" Three lifetimes, seven lifetimes, forever falling into the Yama. It's only because of love, even if I die, I won't regret it…"
A spell of infatuation had caused countless people to shed tears.
In the Imperial Palace.
Li Er and Empress Zhangsun were having dinner. Seeing Empress Zhangsun's red eyes, he said angrily,"
"Guanyin maid, who made you angry? Was it the green sparrow? This kid is usually the most mischievous, and he actually dared to make you angry!？”
" It's not Qing Que, it's Bi Yao who's dead…" Empress Zhangsun was about to cry.
"Who is Bi Yao?"
Li Er was a little stunned. He thought to himself that he didn't know anyone called Bi Yao.
"Bi Yao is a character in Celestial Bane. She was written to death by the author.”
"How dare you make my empress sad. Men, arrest the author of this book!”
Li Er flew into a rage." If we don't bring Bi Yao back to life, he doesn't need to live anymore!”
Immediately, an attendant left.
"Pfft-" Empress Zhangsun broke into laughter through her tears and rebuked,"Your Majesty is so mighty."”
Imperial Astronomical Supervisor.
A sage-like middle-aged Taoist priest stood on the altar, holding a book in his hand and reading it attentively.
"The spirits of the Nine Nether, the gods and demons, sacrifice my blood body…"
"What a good Infatuation Curse, what a good Celestial Bane, what a silly author!”
He clenched his fist and the book in his hand turned into ashes.
His face was flushed red, obviously angered by the contents of the book." What the hell is written!”
In a strange space outside the 33 Heavens.
The young man stood in the air with the Qingping Sword on his back, as if he was the center of the world.
It was Sect Master Tongtian.
At this moment, Sect Master Tongtian was also holding a Celestial Bane in his hand. He was reading it attentively, sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning.
"Humph! Bullshit!"
A moment later, Sect Master Tongtian snorted and threw the book in his hand away.
"Clang!"
A sword cry that sounded like a dragon's roar rang out. The Qingping Sword was unsheathed and released a green light that filled the sky. It was held in the hand of Sect Master Tongtian.
Then, he slashed out with his sword!
Wherever the sword light passed, all tangible matter dissipated and turned into the most original earth, water, fire, and wind.
Then, the earth, water, fire, and wind gathered and transformed into the appearance of a world under the control of the Tongtian Sect Master.
In the world.
On Green Cloud Mountain.
A green-robed woman chanted the Infatuation Spell and charged at the Immortal Execution Sword that seemed to be able to destroy the world.
In that instant, time seemed to stop.
The Immortal Slaying Sword dissipated, and the three souls and six spirits of the woman in green returned to her body.
"That's more like it…"
A smile appeared on Sect Master Tongtian's face before he shook his head slightly.
" How many years has it been? I can't believe my state of mind has been affected by a book. Heh…"
……
"Silly author, return my Bi Yao!"
"Silly author, return my Bi Yao!"
"Silly author, return my Bi Yao!"
In San Wei Book House, Cheng Aiqian, who was sitting on a stool and counting money, suddenly heard the earth-shattering shouts outside the bookstore.
He quivered and fell off the stool. He scrambled to the door of the bookstore to take a look.
There were hundreds of people crowding around the entrance of the bookstore.
There were scholars, wealthy merchants, uncles and aunties who sold vegetables in the market, and even a few guards with swords.
The only thing they had in common was that they all had angry expressions on their faces as they glared at San Wei Book House.
"Are these all Celestial Bane readers?”
Cheng Aiqian's heart trembled and she felt a little flustered." But why do I feel like they want to tear down San Wei Book House…"
His premonition was right. Seeing Cheng Aiqian appear, someone shouted,
"He's the author of Celestial Bane, beat him up!”
For a moment, vegetable leaves, rotten eggs, rotten socks…
All kinds of things were thrown at Cheng Aiqian, drowning him.
" I'm not the author. The author has already run away…"
Cheng Aiqian's eyes were blank as she fell to the ground, muttering to herself. Suddenly, she thought of Zhang Heng, who had left the bookstore early that morning.
You must have known that the readers would come looking for trouble, right?
It must be!
Cheng Aiqian felt bitter…
……
On the other hand, Zhang Heng had no qualms about leaving Cheng Aiqian alone in the bookstore to face the angry readers.
Bi Yao had died, and she hadn't revived in the end.
But what does this have to do with me? It was written by Lu Xun…No, it was written by Xiao Ding. If you have the ability, why don't you go find trouble with him?
Humming a tune, Zhang Heng flew to Qingting Lake with his fire stick, feeling quite happy.
She had been writing novels for two days straight and was almost bored to death. She wanted to take this opportunity to take a break.
"Boatman, show me around Qingting Lake.”
Zhang Heng said to the boatman with a smile on his face.
"Alright, Young Master, please sit tight ~"
The small boat shot out like an arrow.
Hundreds of schools were famous in the Tang Empire, and countless people came to visit Qingting Lake every day. The boatman was already used to it.
"Young master, look, this island belongs to the Yinyang family.”
The speed of the boat slowed down, and the boat slowly swayed on the edge of an island. The boatman pointed at the island in front of him and introduced it to Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng focused his gaze and channeled the mana in his body. He could vaguely see the shadow of a Yinyang Taiji Diagram enveloping the island.
"The islands are protected by formations. Unless you are from the Hundred Schools, you can't set foot on these islands.”
the boatman said.
After stopping by the island of the Yin Yang family for a while, the small boat continued to sail to other islands.
Legalism, Mohism, Militarism, Famous School, Medical School, Political School…
The Hundred Schools of Philosophy did not mean that there were a total of a hundred schools. A hundred was just an imaginary number. In reality, there might only be dozens of schools.
The Clear Court Lake was huge, the islands were scattered like stars, other than the islands occupied by Bai clan, there were many unowned islands.
The boat stopped beside a small island. The boatman said,"" This used to be the novelist's island. Unfortunately…"
A novelist?
Zhang Heng was shocked. There was actually a novelist in the Hundred Schools of Philosophy? Was a novelist that awesome?
"What's a pity?" Zhang Heng asked immediately, eager to know more.
"Unfortunately, the number of novelists has dwindled in recent years. The only novelist left is the family head.”
" A few days ago, Liu Ru, the head of the Confucian school, said that if the novelist fails to recruit disciples within three months…"
"Or if the novelist's family head can't break through to the Human Immortal realm, he will remove the novelist from the hundreds of schools!”
Zhang Heng was speechless. This novelist was in such a miserable state that he couldn't even recruit a disciple…
Wait a minute!
Zhang Heng's eyes suddenly lit up.'I'm just a novelist!'？
"Boatman, how long is it until the three-month deadline?”
"Let me think, there seems to be…three more days?”
" Three days?!"
Zhang Heng made a prompt decision." Let's go. I want to go to the novelist's island to take a look!"”
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