Chapter Fifty-One Ascension

  "Huh, Sanjiang has finally been stepped down. Under the pressure of Shenwei, he was able to hold on for a full three days, not easy! Thanks to all the readers who supported Nan Chao, you have something to be proud of! Until the last moment, let's keep asking for Sanjiang votes, can we make a comeback? A comeback with extra updates"

  In the dim world, a misty expanse, unable to distinguish east, west, north or south, only in the very center, a tall scroll hangs suspended in mid-air, hanging straight down. The scroll seems to be written with many words, but most of them are faint and unclear.

  Crackle

  A faint sound, and the first three words at the top suddenly shone brightly, shining far and wide, visible from afar - the three words "Tai Shang You".

  Each character is as big as a fist, radiant and resplendent, like three bright lanterns that can illuminate the deepest recesses of one's heart...

  Chen Jianchen suddenly opened his eyes, and a smile flowed out from the corner of his mouth - some things were indeed born as expected.

  ……

  People in the college, it's not easy to come and go, but the news spreads very quickly. Every day, there are many gossip news circulating among the students, among which Wang Fuyan is like a small reporter.

  That day, Wang Fugui once again got wind of a shocking piece of news: the towering divine tree on the bank of Jian River had vanished overnight.

  It is said that on that night, the thunder and lightning were loud, the rain was pouring down, and it was extremely chaotic. And the next day, someone found that the divine tree that could bring marriage had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a huge deep pit at the original site. People asked the temple master of the Tree Spirit Temple, but the temple master replied vaguely that he slept very soundly and didn't see anything.

  As a result, all sorts of rumors spread wildly, and many people thought that the divine tree had cultivated for thousands of years and finally attained the Taoist way, flying up to heaven to become a carefree immortal...

  These rumors spread more and more, even shocking the Jiangzhou Prefecture government. After investigating the scene, the authorities immediately decided to invest in building a magnificent Tree Spirit Temple on top of the tree pit for people to worship and pay homage.

  The riverbank is bustling with activity, a scene of fiery enthusiasm.

  Outside the hustle and bustle of the crowd, however, few people noticed that a tall, burly man with a curly beard appeared silently on a nearby hillside.

  Thick eyebrows, square nose, whiskers as hard as iron, wrapped around the chin in a circle, looking like an iron brush.

  Apart from his peculiar appearance, the large sword scabbard on his back was enough to intimidate people. The black hilt of the sword was half a foot long and made of some unknown material, looking very heavy.

  The man's clear and cold gaze swept over the Jianjiang Beach below, his thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then his gaze seemed to pierce through the void, shifting to a distant place.

  In the distance, stands the majestic and towering Pen Holder Mountain

  "Has the primordial infant escaped, and has the divine body separated?"

  The man suddenly muttered to himself, hesitated for a moment, turned around and went down the slope: "This demon has been cultivating for nearly a thousand years, and has already reached the Yuan Ying realm... But what does that have to do with anything? When we meet again one day, I will surely behead him..."

  ……

  The news brought by Wang Fu made Chen Jianchen somewhat moved, slowly thinking about it, as if he had caught something hidden deep inside, but still couldn't make it clear. For some reason, he thought of the half-male and half-female tree demon granny on the screen again, could it be that coincidental?

  The other party has already left, and the reason for leaving will not be because of the "topic" word that was left behind, but rather a deeper reason. However, this time, it directly condensed into two positive energies, allowing Chen Jianchen to grasp the upgrade key of the "Three Standing True Chapters" more accurately.

  The struggle between right and wrong must be fought before it can be enjoyable.

  In the following days, the academy was still debating about the sudden disappearance of the divine tree. Many people believed that the tree had truly become a god, and there was no other explanation for it. As for the rumors of demons, they were taboo within the academy and could not be discussed lightly.

  As for these disputes, Chen Jianchen did not participate in any of them and continued to do his own thing.

  Counting down the days, it's almost time for the deadline of selling his writings, he took a leave from the hospital alone and went to Xueni Zhai to see how things were going.

  Xue Ni Zhai's entrance was as bustling as ever, business was booming. Chen Jianchen walked in and immediately saw his own painting "A Rainy Life with a Bamboo Hat" still hanging motionless on the wall.

  Li the shopkeeper saw him coming and said indifferently, "Mr. Chen, two people have asked about this calligraphy, but both thought the price was too high. Do you want to revise the agreement and lower it?"

  Chen Jianchen replied: "No, if it can be sold, sell it; if not, then forget it."

  Having said that, he walked out.

  Behind him, Li Zhuang cursed in his heart: A poor scholar, doesn't know how to be flexible and turn corners, is indeed a rotten wood that can't be carved. In two more days, the deadline will arrive, if it's not sold, you'll have to take it back as waste paper. Hmph, by then, don't even think about using pen and ink to sell again, wasting the store's space...

  Thinking so, he ran back to the counter again.

  Chen Jianchen went out and didn't want to return to the college so early, so he strolled along the streets of the city.

  The streets are bustling with people and vehicles, extremely lively.

  Looking at this prosperous scene, Chen Jianchen stood still for a long time, feeling the noisy atmosphere around him, and suddenly he felt as if he was in a dream, extremely unreal.

  "Master Chen, Master Chen..."

  A loud shout awakened Chen Jianchen. He turned his head and saw Li, the owner of Xueni Inn, hurrying towards him with big strides, shouting loudly.

  Chen Jianchen was taken aback and didn't understand what was going on.

  Li Zhuangui rushed up to him, panting heavily and said: "Chen Gongzi, so you're here, it's been hard for me to find you."

  Chen Jianchen asked: "Li Zhanggui, what's the matter?"

  Li Zhuanggui pulled him away without hesitation: "Hurry up and follow me back to the store, someone has taken a liking to that calligraphy of yours."

  It's just a piece of calligraphy, even if there are customers willing to buy it, why would Li Zhuang rush out personally to find someone with such great fanfare?

  Chen Jianchen felt somewhat puzzled in his heart.

  It wasn't until he returned to Xue Ni Zhai that he realized things weren't as simple as they seemed.

  Just as he had just left, a dignified old man in luxurious clothes entered the Snow Ink Studio, and at first glance, he fell in love with Chen Jianchen's calligraphy. He took out his money to buy it. The old man also commented, "Chen Jianchen's calligraphy is worth 500 coins, but the poem on top is far from ordinary. I'd like to ask Chen Jianchen to write a complete poem in ink, and he's willing to pay ten silver ingots for it."

  Ten taels of silver ingots, for Li Zhuanggui, is a big business, he can at least make a profit of 500 wen, it's related to his personal interests, how could he be slow? He immediately rushed out to bring Chen Jianchen back, and completely threw away the contemptuous thoughts he had about Chen Jianchen before.

  He's definitely not someone who can't get along with money.

  The business of ten taels of silver ingots was enough to enter the noble guest room on the first floor of Xue Ni Zhai for negotiations.

  In the house, Chen Jianchen saw that old official, whose age was about fifty or so, of medium build, with a kind face and dignified demeanor, one could tell at a glance that he was a person of noble birth.

  Both sides had seen the courtesy, and the old official self-proclaimed that his full name was Huangfu, a native of Suzhou. He came to Jiangzhou for business and passed by Xueni Studio to take a look. Unexpectedly, he saw this calligraphy work by Chen Jianchen and liked it very much. Therefore, he wanted to offer a high price to ask Chen Jianchen to write a complete poem.

  Such a request, Chen Jianchen would not refuse, anyway, it was just a silent agreement. As for the division of the contract, he had already discussed it with Li Zhanggui on the road and would not suffer any losses.

  Soon, "The Legend of the White Snake" was written.

  Huangfu Yewai took it and was very happy, and paid ten taels of silver as agreed.

  Afterwards, Huangfu Waiwai suddenly bowed to Chen Jianchen and said: "Young master is young and promising, with high integrity and loyalty. I have an unreasonable request, may I ask the young master to set up a tent at my humble abode as a teacher to instruct my daughter? I will definitely reward you heavily."

  As soon as he said this, Li Zhuang next to him couldn't help but mutter to himself.

  Huangfu's household is extremely wealthy, and being a tutor in his estate would be even better than working for Li the shopkeeper, or even teaching at a private school or government academy.

  Chen Jianchen was young and talented, and he had already been invited by a wealthy family to be their tutor, teaching the young ladies of the house.

  Thinking so, Li Zhuang's eyes suddenly became hot.

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