Food gives me an entry, I will be invincible if I stay alive

Chapter 341 When Heaven and Earth grieve together, I too am but a mayfly.

Sheets of shimmering golden Xuan paper flew to Chen Xu's front.

Wen Daoyuan was actually willing to use Wende Xuan paper to give Chen Xulu the formula and make a draft.

Chen Xu raised his hand and pressed down on a fluttering golden page, his gaze sweeping rapidly across the vast land below the cloud boat.

Above the cloud boat, the sky was heavy.

Between the mountains and rivers, the earth is mottled and withered.

The chaotic sounds of the disaster victims in the mountain valley seemed to have faded away, but on this devastated land, there were clearly many more lives crying out in despair.

Chen Xu stroked the Wende Xuan paper, his feelings at that moment indescribable.

He raised his hand and conjured a pen out of thin air, dipped it in ink, and began to write, his mind focused and his calculations rapid.

This time, instead of the South China Sea Mermaid Ink, Wen Daoyuan personally presented the Seven Star Mystic Gold Ink.

Chen Xu glanced at the entry: "[Seven Star Mystic Gold Ink is made by mixing celestial gold essence with ten-thousand-year-old mystic stone and refining it. It has the power of a thousand jun.]"

All writings written with this ink will not decay; once the ink is produced, each character carries immense weight.

If this ink is used as a blending agent to refine spiritual food, its killing power can be increased by three to five times after the food is made.

Note: The specific multiplier will depend on the effects of the prepared spiritual food.

Hiss, it's another kind of spiritual ink that far surpasses the ordinary.

Chen Xu was slightly startled and blurted out two words: "Master Wen..."

Wen Daoyuan simply said, "Just keep calculating. That drought demon is very likely to come looking for trouble again. But don't worry, I'm here and I will protect you."

Thus, Chen Xu raced against time, his brushstrokes flowing like dragons and snakes.

He wielded his brush swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, his brushstrokes created afterimages.

A faint golden light rippled across the paper, and amidst the afterimages, it seemed as if a wondrous murmur occasionally rang out.

It sounds like the babbling of a spring, the rushing of a mountain river, the cries of birds and beasts, and even the patter of thunder and rain...

Such a change happened in an instant, yet with such an extraordinary phenomenon, one can imagine how extraordinary Chen Xu's calculations at this moment must be in essence.

The growth and flourishing of all things seem to blossom under his pen!
Wen Daoyuan was both surprised and delighted, but his expression changed slightly as he thought to himself, "This is bad."

It turns out that Chen Xu's writing of such a commotion will inevitably trigger a change in the overall atmosphere of the northern frontier.

In all sixteen prefectures of the northern frontier, heat and toxins are brewing.

Among them, countless people turned into ghosts, and countless ghosts became demons, as well as monsters and strange creatures.

The drought demon dwells here, seemingly both real and unreal.

It seems to be easily killed, yet it is everywhere; kill one and there are endless more.

It's impossible to say whether it's a demon, a monster, or a demigod created by the combined forces of heaven, earth, and humanity.

Wen Daoyuan had visited the northern frontier once before, but he had returned empty-handed.

Therefore, Wen Daoyuan was actually quite knowledgeable about many issues in the northern border region.

He knew that he couldn't let Chen Xu's strange phenomena spread too much at this moment, otherwise, if it caused a severe backlash, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

Wen Daoyuan immediately took out his writing brush and swung it in the air.

An invisible beam of clear light suddenly rose above the cloud boat, enveloping the entire boat for the second time.

But it doesn't stop there.

As Chen Xu's writings and techniques increased, he began to draw maps of mountains and rivers.

Although it is just a simple sketch, the proportions are accurate and the details are vivid.

What's most terrifying is that Chen Xu's drawing wasn't just of the mountains and rivers before him, but of everything he had seen on the vast land of China as he flew from south to north.

What an amazing memory!

Chen Xu glanced at it and memorized the entire terrain.

Whether it's high mountains or plains, canyons or wetlands, or rivers, lakes, islands, cities, villages... and so on.

Chen Xu clearly marked the varying elevations and terrain directions.

At the same time, a magnificent canal, winding and undulating from south to north, appeared on Chen Xu's drawings.

Wen Daoyuan gradually sensed an astonishing aura growing within it.

He even began to have a feeling that what Chen Xu was drawing at this moment was not a canal for the South-to-North Water Diversion Project, but a real dragon about to take off!

This, this, this...

This was once again beyond Wen Daoyuan's expectations.

After reading Chen Xu's "Strategy to Suppress the Locust Demons," he immediately took action, determined to accomplish such a feat as quickly as possible. However, such a project was unprecedented in history.

It would be difficult for Wen Daoyuan to discern specific construction plans from a theoretical article alone.

He had no choice but to prepare for sacrifice and proceed cautiously, feeling his way across the river.

Or perhaps, Wen Daoyuan had already planned to be the pioneering martyr.

But Chen Xu kept surprising him, overturning his understanding of the world's geniuses.

Wen Daoyuan stared intently at the birth of the magnificent water system described by Chen Xu.

His emotions, which he had forced to calm down, were now stirred up again. As more and more content appeared on the paper, Wen Daoyuan could hear his heartbeat becoming more and more intense.

Boom boom boom!
That seemed to be the heartbeat of the vast earth beneath the cloud boat.

A flock of vultures suddenly appeared in the sky.

"Wow!"

Those bald birds, exuding murderous aura, flapped their ruffled wings and screeched as they flew rapidly toward the cloud boat where Wen Daoyuan was.

Wen Daoyuan gritted his teeth and remained motionless, only turning the writing brush inside the cloud boat, writing the character "隐" (hidden) out of thin air at a speed that seemed slow but was actually incredibly fast.

A vast surge of literary energy erupted forth, and Wen Daoyuan murmured: "The essence of all things lies in emptiness, tranquility, solitude, and inaction."

"Where I am now, I am nowhere." As soon as he finished speaking, the word "hidden" disappeared into the sky above the cloud boat.

"Bah! Bah!"

A ferocious flock of vultures charged towards him, and at that moment, Wen Daoyuan seemed to smell the rotten, fishy stench of their feathers.

Yet this group of vultures, despite rushing towards and colliding with the cloud boat, seemed to have only hit a wisp of air.

boom--

The two sides clashed silently.

A vast flock of vultures flew through the middle of the entire cloud boat.

However, what they actually "flew through" appeared to be a cloud boat, but in reality, it was not a cloud boat at all.

To be precise, it's more like a cloud or even a patch of air.

At the boundary of nothingness, at this moment, Wen Daoyuan achieved a true reversal of the universe.

The word "hidden" is so exquisite!
The flock of vultures flew past the cloud boat, arriving with great momentum but encountering nothing. They could only fly further away to find the next patch of carrion.

Wen Daoyuan let out a soft breath.

What he feared was not the vultures themselves, but rather that the presence of vultures at this moment would disrupt the entire northern frontier's atmosphere.

The situation is now different from when they first arrived.

When Wen Daoyuan urged the cloud boat into the northern frontier, although it wouldn't be described as reckless, it was certainly quite swaggering, without trying to avoid anyone.

He even fought a battle with the drought demon in the sky above that mountain valley and tried to bring rain.

These actions were actually Wen Daoyuan's deliberate attempt to alert the enemy.

He wanted to test the drought demon's strength and the difficulty of bringing rain to the northern border before actually casting the spell for the "South-to-North Water Diversion Project".

Needless to say, the result of the probe made the situation even more critical.

Then Chen Xu suddenly rose to prominence, giving Wen Daoyuan another huge surprise.

At this point, Wen Daoyuan dared not continue to probe.

He quickly cast a spell to conceal the secrets of heaven and cover up Chen Xu's every move.

Wen Daoyuan began to feel as if he were riding a cloud boat on the narrowest blade between heaven and earth.

The chilling glint of the blade reflected onto every inch of his skin, just as the ancient sages said: hunger and cold are as acute as the skin of the people.

This is truly a matter of life and death!
He could only carefully maintain the secluded state of the cloud boat at this moment, while restraining the fluctuations of his emotions.

Chen Xu was still drawing continuously.

The drawings show more than just the main canal.

There are also tributaries, canals, reservoirs, dams, and so on.

It even includes water-blocking and lifting structures, with clear markings for both dredging and blocking.

Even the locations for planting trees, creating forests, and reclaiming land were all marked out.

Wen Daoyuan urged the cloud boat forward, and the cloud boat flew over the entire northern frontier.

Before Chen Xu, a huge map of mountains and rivers was being continuously improved.

The mighty Grand Canal, stretching north and south, looks up at the sky, almost bursting out of the paper, as if it has become a real dragon!
dong dong dong-

The air around the cloud boat seemed to grow thinner and thinner, and during this time, Wen Daoyuan encountered several more strange phenomena that hindered him.

As if disgusted by the arrival of the flock of vultures, the monsters howled and the living creatures clashed.

Several wisps of black mist also rose into the air, revealing haggard and pitiful figures within them.

The figures knelt and cried out in the sky, frantically kowtowing: "Please, gods, descend and save us poor souls..."

"I'm starving! Please, sir, give me some food..."

"How about I trade you my family's land? Oh God, help me!"

"Woooooooo..."

Men and women, young and old, adults and children, endlessly overlapping, resentment arose everywhere.

Wen Daoyuan stood calmly amidst the endless resentment, his heart as clear as ice.

He naturally had compassion for the world; otherwise, he would not have had the idea of ​​martyrdom.

At the same time, having cultivated himself to the level of a great Confucian scholar, he was also rational and restrained.

He sighed softly, whispering in the cloud boat, "When heaven and earth grieve together, I too am but a mayfly. In the span of a thousand autumns, why should we contend for life and death?"

After speaking, a sense of clarity welled up in my heart.

All the previous confusion seemed to vanish like smoke at this moment.

It's unclear whether the Jade Elixir Brightening Wine took effect belatedly, or whether Yunzhou's visit to the northern frontier triggered some kind of inspiration in Wen Daoyuan.

The oppressive atmosphere grew stronger from all directions.

However, at this moment, Wen Daoyuan was much more composed in dealing with the invisible pressure of the world.

Despite the sudden enlightenment, the loss of literary talent should not be underestimated.

Wen Daoyuan was particularly worried about Chen Xu.

As a great Confucian scholar, although he felt his literary talent was somewhat lacking due to the oppressive energy of the heavens and earth, Chen Xu was not a great Confucian scholar—

Chen Xu wasn't even a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations).

Can he withstand the strain of high-speed calculations and rendering at this moment?

Wen Daoyuan dared not disturb Chen Xu, for he saw that Chen Xu's forehead was covered in layers of sweat.

Until the cloud boat flew over the Yunhe Mountains.

Chen Xu finished the last stroke of the entire landscape map.

(End of this chapter)