Chapter 314 – I Want to Write Novels! (1/2)

Li Qingshan was tempted to say, “Oi, I don’t think this had anything to do with you!” Throughout the entire battle, he did not use the techniques of the school of Novels at all.

But regardless, the battle still allowed the declining school of Novel’s reputation to surge. At the very least, no one dared to mock its primary disciple anymore.

After settling down, Liu Chanfeng gave him an update on the situation. “Qingshan, all thanks to my senior brother’s efforts, the Cloudwisp association you mentioned has basically been established now. Sure enough, the process of gathering the power of belief is much faster. If this continues, there’s a lot of hope for me to reach Foundation Establishment. This was all your idea, so you need to condense your Divine Talisman of Great Creation soon too!”

Li Qingshan hesitated, rubbing his chin in thought.

“Yeah, Qingshan. It’s just you now!” Outside, a voice rang out clearly. Sun Fubai circled around in the air on a white crane before landing in the courtyard.

Li Qingshan glanced over and almost failed to recognise him. Sun Fubai was still the same Sun Fubai as before, but a lot of his grey hair had vanished, and his face had a healthy shine. He radiated with energy as he walked. He was in high spirits. His leisurely aura as an old man had faded away, replaced by the determined spirit and aura of a middle-aged person.

“Senior brother, your cultivation!” Liu Chuanfeng exclaimed.

Originally, due to the limits of his talent, Sun Fubai was an eighth layer Qi Practitioner, and basically all hope of making further advances in cultivation had been severed due to his age. However, after being gone for most of the year, Sun Fubai had returned as a ninth layer Qi Practitioner.

With the progression of his cultivation, his true qi had increased, and all eight of his extraordinary meridians were connected now, so he obviously seemed younger. However, the core reason behind all of this was the influence on his mentality. Compared to idling around in a bookshop and waiting for his end to come, establishing foundations for the school of Novels and bringing glory back to the school was without a doubt much better for raising his spirits.

Sun Fubai smiled. “I didn’t sit around during this period. I casually wrote some things too.”

With how large the Cloudwisp association was, it was obviously impossible for it to thrive off just a single person’s novels. As the boss behind the scenes of the Cloudwisp association, Sun Fubai would obviously make use of the “mediums” he had created himself. Recently, whenever he dealt with the matters on hand and had nothing better to do, he would lift up his brush again and write.

He had gathered large quantities of the power of belief. Having been stuck at the eighth layer for many years, the assistance brought on by this power allowed him to forcefully break through, taking another step forward with cultivation.

Li Qingshan asked, “Fubai, what brought you back here?”

Sun Fubai said, “I heard you were going to fight someone, so I came back to take a look. Looks like you’ve won.”

Now, only the three of them remained for the school of Novels. Now that they were all gathered here, it was a joyous occasion. They were all filled with delight.

Sun Fubai said, “I’ve brought some things back for you two too.”

“Oh? What is it?” Liu Chuanfeng accepted an ordinary, large bundle wrapped in white cloth from Sun Fubai. Apart from being tied together by red silk, there was nothing special about it. It did not give off any spiritual qi either.

Li Qingshan became curious as well. To cultivators, there was basically nothing good that lacked spiritual qi. Sun Fubai’s gift was rather strange.

Liu Chuanfeng opened it. It was filled with paper and letters.

In order to receive the feedback from below in time so that Liu Chuanfeng could adapt his stories, he made the members of the Cloudwisp association ask for the audience’s opinions once they completed their storytelling or performances. Afterwards, it evolved into many members of the audience writing letters to the “Master of Wind and Moon”. Even if they were not literate, there were special people who could write on their behalf. He gathered all of their responses and handed them over to Liu Chuanfeng.

Liu Chuanfeng opened them up and read them in a hurry. Obviously, most of them commended him, with quite a lot giving suggestions and expressing their anticipation for his works. He sat there and just laughed to himself idiotically. As the school leader with the least dignity, who was frequently mocked by others in the academy, he had found his long-awaited respect. He truly experienced the magnificence of writing novels.

This gift was truly more precious than any pills or spiritual stones.

Then, Sun Fubai said to Li Qingshan, “Qingshan, you like to drink, so I brought back the fine liquor from various lands for you. Although they’re not as great as spiritual alcohol and can’t assist you with your cultivation, they’re still something to relish.”

The domain of the Clear River prefecture that spanned fifteen hundred kilometers had produced several dozen fine liquors. Their ingredients and methods of fermentation all differed. Sun Fubai had chosen the best of the best among them, bringing them back for Li Qingshan.

Just his intentions behind this was enough to touch Li Qingshan. Sitting at home and tasting the fine liquor from various lands was quite a pleasurable thing to do.

Li Qingshan accepted the several dozen jars of fine alcohol and bowed. “Fubai, you’ve outdone yourself.”

Sun Fubai smiled. “It’s all but a trifle. Compared to your ideas, it’s absolutely nothing. I’ve already planted the tree by borrowing your ideas. If you refuse to enjoy the shade underneath, then you’ll really be letting down my hard work.”

Reaching there, just who could still decline him? Li Qingshan said, “I want to condense a Divine Talisman of Great Creation. Please teach me, Fubai.”

The power of belief could conjure anything and everything. While its effects were nothing special in Liu Chuanfeng’s hands, he had no idea on how to fight in the first place. For example, if he could summon something as simple as a metal chain, he could turn the tides of battle by catching the opponent off-guard as long as he timed it correctly, even if he failed to bind his opponent with it. If he knew something like that, it would only be easier for him to deal with a narrow-minded idiot like Chu Tian.

And, if he advanced even further and the power of belief he had accumulated was powerful enough, just trapping his opponent for a second would be enough for him to land countless strikes.

Sun Fubai smiled. The school of Novels had a successor now.