Taiyi Dao Fruit

Three days later.

When the paper figure carrying a storage bag entered the stone house, a powerful aura rushed towards him.

"You've come."

Jiang Li sat cross-legged in front of the stone table, his back to the paper figure, exuding an unfathomably majestic presence.

"I'm here."

Qi Changsheng felt that if he had come in person, at this moment, he would undoubtedly swallow instinctively. Looking at Jiang Li's back, he had the sense of looking up at a towering mountain.

"Should I not have come?" Qi Changsheng couldn't help but ask.

"No, you came at just the right time."

Jiang Li gathered the pages of the manuscript into a stack, his back still towards Qi Changsheng, expressing an inexplicable sentiment, "Just in time, I've finished here too."

One man, two pens, three days, a miracle was created.

Jiang Li had done it.

If word processing had levels, then he was the strongest.

"Really?"

The paper figure hurriedly flew onto the stone table, carefully examining the pages.

"Ah Bin's comprehension and aptitude are not ideal, but I managed to get him enrolled in a sect near Divine Capital..."

"The writing flows like clouds and water, simple and straightforward yet naturally smooth. What's more valuable is the meticulous description of the content and the vividly depicted battle scenes, good!"

After quickly skimming the first few chapters, Qi Changsheng couldn't help but exclaim with praise, then he looked suspicious, "It's just that the ink seems a bit fresh, Junior Brother..."

"Illusion," Jiang Li said indifferently.

"Let's treat it as an illusion then."

Qi Changsheng, happy with his acquisition, didn't care too much.

After all, he had gotten what he had come for, no matter when it was written.

He placed the storage bag on the table, asking Jiang Li to put the manuscript inside, then instructed him to take out a paper figure cut from yellow paper.

This paper figure was different from the previous ones, not just in material, but the cut on it also gave an intangible sense of mysticism, as if it was a kind of unique talisman.

"Junior Brother, have you learned the Divine Descent Skill? If you have, then infuse it with your spiritual power," Qi Changsheng patted the paper figure, saying.

Following the instruction, Jiang Li took the yellow paper figure, placed it on his forehead, and in the Sea of Consciousness within the Mud Ball Palace, the pattern of snake scales moved about, attaching itself to the paper figure.

He felt as though he had gained an additional limb, his consciousness split into two parts—one within his body, the other within this paper figure.

As his fingers slowly released, the paper figure hovered in the air, standing on the paper-thin body covered with fine, moving snake scale patterns.

Compared to Qi Changsheng's paper figure, the one Jiang Li inhabited had an extra touch of worldliness to it, like the markings of a Great Mighty Dragon, clearly not something from an ordinary pond.

"It seems you've also practiced spiritual secret techniques, Junior Brother; no wonder you possess it so effortlessly."

Seeing this, Qi Changsheng knew there was no need to worry about Jiang Li anymore. The paper figure he inhabited picked up the storage bag, floating unsteadily as it started to lead the way, "Junior Brother, follow me."

The paper figure flew out through the small window, and Jiang Li, seeing this, also immediately controlled the possessed paper figure to keep up.

The pair flew out from the stone house where Jiang Li was located, heading deep into Si Fan Valley. As they passed one stone house after another, Jiang Li suddenly discovered there were quite a few people within Si Fan Valley.

Just from what he saw through the small window, there were no fewer than ten people.

However, they were all sitting with eyes closed and legs crossed, as if in feigned sleep to nourish their spirits.

In the end, the two paper people arrived at a stone house in the deepest part. The stone house had its door wide open, and it was pitch-dark inside, unable to see anything, giving off a rather eerie feeling.

But Qi Changsheng didn't hesitate to fly into the stone house, not stopping at all.

"Is the opportunity he mentioned located here?"

A thought flashed in Jiang Li's mind as he controlled the paper person to follow.

Upon entering the stone house, the darkness gave way to light, brightened by orbs floating in the air. The space inside was vast, twenty zhang in both length and width, showing no sign of the narrowness of the outer stone house.

At the same time, Jiang Li felt a change in the paper person he inhabited; gone was the previous floating sensation, and the limbs and body felt more solid. The green robe on his body also materialized, as though his true body had come here.

Moreover, the True Qi within his body also entered his perception, no longer stagnant like dead water, though the amount of True Qi was far less than that of his real body, only about ten percent.

As he floated within the space like a palace, it was as if he had entered a land of giants, with everything he saw on an enormous scale.

And at the end of this space, a tall figure sat cross-legged on the ground, clad in a black robe and Xuan Crown, with a long beard and beard, towering even while sitting over Jiang Li's true body, like a giant. But he didn't exude an imposing aura; instead, he felt approachable and amiable.

At the moment, this person was propping his head on one hand resting on his knee, watching with interest the scene ahead, where two little people with masks were fighting, with several other little ones watching on the side.

It seemed that these, too, were people like Jiang Li, inhabiting paper people in this place.

"This seems to be the Upper Pure Sect's paper people dueling," Jiang Li thought to himself.

The Upper Pure Sect also strictly forbade disciples from fighting privately, and without a venue like the Fengyun Platform, the Sect's disciple conflicts were resolved through a safe yet rough method—

Paper people dueling.

By possessing paper people with spiritual power and taking on the sizes of little people, the two parties would start fighting, avoiding lethal moves.

After all, even if one died, it was only a paper person's death, at most causing the loser's spirit to be sluggish for a day.

However, Upper Pure Sect's paper people would not possess ten percent of a cultivator's power; otherwise, the paper people would not serve as a conflict resolution method but as a means for actual combat. This was likely due to the handiwork of the black-robed giant.

While Jiang Li made his speculations, with a thought, a mask appeared on his face, making him resemble those little people who were dueling.

At that moment, the black-robed giant lifted his eyelids, looked towards the two small figures who had flown in, and laughed heartily, "Little Qi has arrived, come over here, bring the Spring Palace Storybook we talked about."

"And the other lad, you must be Cao Xuande, the author of 'Miss Bai Jie'. I'm a loyal reader of yours, you know. When Little Qi sold the book, I was the first to buy from him."

[At that instant, whether they were fighting or watching, everyone's gaze turned toward Jiang Li, their eyes filled with a depth that seemed to say seeing is believing after hearing so much about him.]

After all, this was a bold individual who dared to write Spring Palace Storybooks within the Sect.

The Law Enforcement Disciples almost turned the Outer Disciple area upside down searching for this person, which led to the spread of legends about him in the Dinghu Sect even though Jiang Li always kept a low profile.

Jiang Li's cessation of writing also had something to do with this.

As for Cao Xuande, that was, of course, Jiang Li's pen name.

Who would write Spring Palace Storybooks without using a pseudonym?

"Cough, cough, Junior Brother Cao."

Qi Changsheng landed before the giant, waved towards Jiang Li, and said, "Come quickly, this Senior Tianpeng is a high-ranking cultivator of our sect, and if he imparts even a single technique to you, it will be of great benefit."

Tianpeng...

Upon hearing that name, Jiang Li suddenly felt that it wasn't so strange for a senior cultivator to have a fondness for the erotic.

Well, that just goes to show how deep an impression Marshal Tianpeng had left.