Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

That girl who completely abandoned her identities as Qu Wenxue and Zhang Ruoxue and became her pure self... became a saint so easily.

That is indeed the case.

He already knew the method to achieve sainthood.

He won't write that poem, "Ink-dyed Journey".

He would never forget that woman named Wang Xiaomo.

All he can do is to forge his own path in literature.

He is Liu Xunkong, the direct successor of the Death and Life Impermanence, and the successor of every person who has inherited the Death and Life Impermanence.

but.

Only now.

I stand here for the Northern Ice Palace, for Cloud Sky Academy, and for my junior sister…

It couldn't be anyone else.

There was only Gu Xingzhuo, and only one person.

This thought came to mind.

"Roar--!!"

The ancient ferocious beast opened its blood-red maw and swallowed the white-haired boy, who stood motionless, whole!

This sudden sight startled Ye Yuchan and Erhei, who were engaged in a passionate shooting contest, causing them to turn their heads in astonishment.

Erhei was astonished that Gu Xingzhuo had been defeated so easily.

Ye Yuchan's expression suddenly froze.

just.

next moment.

A beam of mysterious light pierced through the sky and fell straight down onto the giant beast's head.

At the same time, the aura of a sage emanated from the belly of the giant beast.

"Finally, I've found myself..."

In the distance, within the city walls, a young man in white ate fruit, gazing at the mysterious light on the horizon with a faint smile.

46.WTMSB!!

The aura of a sage permeated the air.

The ferocious beast summoned by Erhei expanded violently in the blink of an eye. The beast clearly sensed the danger, and its eyes showed a look of horror and fear as it struggled in mid-air.

The person inside his body was surrounded by ink at this moment.

"He clearly did not write Zhang Wenyi's name..."

Erhei stared blankly at the bloated, about-to-burst beast, his face filled with disbelief.

Logically speaking, those who pursue the path of literature must undergo a transformation through one of the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting to complete their path to sainthood. Otherwise, they can only stop at the peak of the Void Realm and will never become saints.

This has been the eternal law since Emperor Wen Xuan Lei created the world!

How could there possibly be someone who sets foot on the path of literature... defying this law?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

No matter how Erhei refuted his doubts, what was presented to him was a fact that defied common sense.

A pale white light suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.

The white-haired youth casually wielded his brush, and the ferocious beast that had swollen to its limit suddenly collapsed in the next instant, shrinking into a tiny black dot in just a few seconds.

Gu Xingzhuo held the brush in his right hand, dipped it into the black ink suspended in the air before him, as if he understood its profound mystery.

A faint smile appeared on his lips, and for some reason, his neat short hair seemed to grow longer under the white light falling from the sky, with long, thin strands hanging down.

Gu Xingzhuo raised his right hand and flicked the ink-stained brush upwards.

The ink instantly dispersed into the air, obscuring the mysterious light that symbolized the path to sainthood.

As he did this, a black ring made of ink appeared around Gu Xingzhuo, which was very similar to the ink blob at Erhei's feet.

"Now, the levels are fair."

Gu Xingzhuo brushed aside the slightly long, pale hair on his forehead, his sharp eyes reflecting Erhei's dumbfounded figure.

"..."

Erhei remained silent, staring at Gu Xingzhuo in complete incomprehension.

Regardless of why Gu Xingzhuo suddenly attained sainthood, what shocked Erhei the most was something else entirely.

Gu Xingzhuo... has no inner demons.

Yes.

Without the birth of inner demons, the inner demon tribulations that should have occurred never appeared!

Recalling the mysterious light filled with ink, Erhei suddenly realized that Gu Xingzhuo had directly obliterated the nascent inner demon during his enlightenment process.

Or rather, at the moment he became a saint, he had already eliminated his inner demons.

But is this possible?

This bizarre scene was completely beyond Erhei's comprehension.

First, a lunatic who took money to prove his path gained the ability to threaten him, and then the guy he originally thought was unlikely to become a saint suddenly entered the path of sainthood.

The overwhelming situation was reversed in an instant.

Erhei gasped, a terrible premonition creeping over him.

"Junior Sister Yu Chan."

Suspended in mid-air.

Gu Xingzhuo, with his flowing long hair, exchanged a glance with Ye Yuchan.

The silver-haired maid was stunned for a second, then seemed to understand something, and a smile appeared on her lips.

now.

The ominous premonition reached its peak, and a sudden chill ran down Erhei's spine.

coming soon!

A surge of black ink suddenly appeared from the soles of his feet, and the towering waves of ink condensed into water columns, launching a surprise attack from his feet!

Gu Xingzhuo did not make any hand movements, but the black ink ring surrounding him rippled.

Erhei was startled. He stomped his right foot on the blob of ink beneath his feet.

Countless ink swords suddenly rained down on the towering ink pillar.

just.

If Gu Xingzhuo were still at the Void Realm, this ink sword would have been able to easily tear and cut through the ink pillar.

But at the moment.

Erhei's heart sank as he saw that the ink pillar had actually dispersed his ink sword. Although it reduced the momentum, it still attacked with extremely terrifying power.

He instinctively tried to escape, but the golden arrows followed him relentlessly.

call out--

The luxurious spirit arrow, gleaming with the light of gold coins, came hurtling down from directly above, but before it could hit Erhei, it suddenly exploded.

Thousands of golden fragments fell, eventually coalescing in mid-air to form a cage, imprisoning Erhei within.

The ink pillar shot into the sky, breaking through Erhei along with the golden cage!

"You got it?!"

Ye Yuchan's eyes widened in surprise as she clearly saw Erhei's figure disappear into the ink pillar.

But as soon as she said that, Ye Yuchan quickly covered her mouth—she suddenly realized that she should never say things like "Did you kill him?!", "I got hit!", or "Okay, I killed him!" during a fight, as these would definitely make her look foolish.

But once spoken, words are like water spilled—

A chilling hostility swept in from behind, and Ye Yuchan quickly stepped onto the ground with one foot, leaping into the air in an instant.

The instant she was lifted off the ground, the surging river completely submerged the spot where Ye Yuchan had been standing.

—His feet landed on the turbulent water, yet his body remained as still as a towering mountain.

Erhei's clothes were slightly wrinkled. He stared coldly at Ye Yuchan and Gu Xingzhuo, and took a deep breath.

"rise!"

He roared, and the waves beneath his feet instantly transformed into a towering tsunami. Endless ink surged forth, surging towards Ye Yuchan and the other person with the power to devour everything.

Gu Xingzhuo flashed in front of Ye Yuchan, brandishing his brush and ink, and then suddenly flicked it forward.

boom!

It was no less powerful than the tsunami summoned by Erhei; it was a mountain that seemed impossible to cross!

The appearance of the mountain blocked the tsunami in front of him. Gu Xingzhuo once again wielded his brush and ink, and the vast mountain grew even larger, while also advancing a little further!

The terrifying tsunami collided violently with the mountains, and the two sages of literature were now fighting with all their might against each other's literary intent.

The mountains drawn by Gu Xingzhuo moved slowly forward, gradually forcing back the power of the tsunami, but they could never completely flatten Erhei's waves.

Erhei (the second black character) would naturally have a backup plan.

A surge of demonic energy rose up, and under the blessing of this dark and deadly demonic energy, Erhei pushed his palms forward fiercely, causing the waves of ink and brush to transform into an indescribable and terrifying beast that bit down on the towering mountain.

Gu Xingzhuo frowned. Although he had become a saint, he still seemed to be slightly inferior to this demon lord.

He gritted his teeth, and his thoughts flowed freely, further expanding that giant mountain.

But Erhei has a reason not to lose.

"If I were to lose to you, how could I possibly face my young lady?!"