Igniting the Red Star
In the haze, Chen Ling slowly opened his eyes.
The faint light of dawn seeped out from behind the mountains, and a touch of fish-belly white appeared on the horizon. The bonfire in front of him was still crackling and jumping. In this damp and cold early morning, Chen Ling didn't feel a trace of chill...
He looked down, and didn't know when, a thick blanket had already been draped over him.
"Director Chen, you're awake?"
Yang Xiao's voice ca from behind him.
Chen Ling turned his head to look, only to see that by the camp, a camping table had been set up at so point. A power strip connected the generator's power to the table. A pot seed to be boiling sothing, bubbling and giving off hot steam.
Seeing that Chen Ling was awake, Lu Xun scooped a bowl of hot soup from the pot and walked straight over.
"Old Qi's craftsmanship, want a taste?"
Chen Ling looked at the rich bone soup giving off hot steam, was stunned for a mont, and only then reached out to take it.
"When we finished our discussion and ca out, we found you had already fallen asleep outside... Originally we wanted to move you into the tent to sleep, but figured that way you would be woken up. In the end, Dr. Su said to just drape a blanket over you." Lu Xun smiled.
Chen Ling didn't expect that he actually fell asleep on the chair... He originally just wanted to take a breather, and then go in to check on the situation of the Seven Monarchs.
It seed he really was too tired yesterday.
"Thank you."
Chen Ling lowered his head and drank a few mouthfuls of bone soup. As a warmth flowed into his body, the original exhaustion also dissipated sowhat.
He then asked:
"You finished discussing? What's the result?"
Lu Xun turned his head, exchanged a glance with the other several Monarchs, and nodded slightly.
He took a deep breath, looking solemnly into Chen Ling's eyes,
"Director Chen, we thought of a thod."
"We plan to..."
"Ignite the Red Star."
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South Sea Domain.
"Mr. Mo, please co in... The family head has been waiting for you for a long ti."
A mber of the Pu Family spoke respectfully.
Mo Yao stood in front of the door of the Pu Family's side room, looking at this low-key and elegant building before him, falling into deep thought.
Not long ago, Mo Yao listened to the Boss Lady's suggestion in the teahouse and ca to participate in this Pu Family's calligraphy exhibition to try his luck... He didn't expect that with a casual copy, he stood out from everyone and leapt to beco the first in the exhibition.
According to what the Pu Family said, the first place could obtain a million in prize money. But to tell the truth, Mo Yao wasn't interested in the prize money. He also didn't know why his brain short-circuited and he ca to participate in this exhibition. He always felt as if there was a power in the unseen world pushing him to co here.
But since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. In any case, eting that Rank 8 Path of the Scholar God of the Pu Family wouldn't be a bad thing.
Mo Yao took a deep breath and pushed the door to enter.
Creak——
The room door opened, and the scent of ink mixed with a faint dicinal fragrance perated the air.
As Mo Yao walked into the room, he saw a figure draped in an ink-colored robe sitting cross-legged on the bed. In front of him was a Talisman Scroll, and a vigorous and profound Aura of the Path of the Scholar God perated from it.
"You are Mo Yao?" the old man spoke hoarsely.
"Yes."
"[Letter Writer] huh... truly a rare Path." The old man carefully sized up Mo Yao, "I heard that the letters sent by a high-level Letter Writer can not only cross space, but also cross ti?"
"That's right." Mo Yao paused, "But my rank is not high enough right now, I still can't write letters that cross ti."
The old man fell silent for a long ti, and let out a long sigh.
"Perhaps, this is the will of heaven."
"What?"
"In my life, I have no destiny to advance to Demigod of the Scholar Path, nor do I have any contributions that can complete Divine Path Certification... Only nine characters carry the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of my life. They can be considered my life's blood and sweat."
"But now, the talents of the younger generation of the Pu Family have basically all been absorbed into the Chengtian Prefecture, and the remaining few are also unwilling to inherit the mantle of this old man. I don't want these nine characters to be lost, so I had people hold this exhibition for , to find a suitable successor for these nine characters..."
"Since you can copy the will of my brushstrokes so vividly, you are the best candidate to inherit these nine characters."
After hearing these words, Mo Yao was stunned.
What was this?
Just by writing a few characters, he happened to be selected by a Rank 8 ancestor to beco the mantle successor?
He could actually encounter such an inexplicable developnt?
Mo Yao asked inconceivably, "But you don't even understand ... and you want to pass on your mantle to ?"
"A [Letter Writer] who can use their heart as a brush, carry the emotions of others, and deliver letters into the hands of those they miss, must have a heart like colored glaze, kind and upright... Regarding character, I have no doubts." The old man paused for a mont,
"Moreover, it's not like I don't have selfish motives."
"After you inherit my nine-character mantle, your rank will also increase accordingly... When you can send letters across ti, help send a letter to a person."
"...Who?"
"My late wife."
Mo Yao was stunned, the gaze he used to look at the old man sowhat complex.
"There are always so people who, once missed, can never be seen again... There are always so words that, once missed, there will never be a chance to say." The old man spoke slowly, "Heaven doesn't want all regrets in the world to be irreparable, so there are [Letter Writers] who write letters on behalf of others... For you, inheriting my mantle is a fortune dropped from heaven. For , eting a [Letter Writer] that might not even appear once in a thousand years, how could it not also be extrely fortunate?"
"I leave behind my inheritance, you help deliver a letter... Like this, it's actually quite fair."
Mo Yao remained silent for a long ti.
"Alright... I promise you."
"When I have the ability to deliver letters across ti, I will help you send this letter."
"I will write the content of the letter out for you now." The old man handed the Talisman Scroll in front of him to Mo Yao, "These nine characters, comprehend them yourself..."
Mo Yao looked down at the Talisman Scroll.
The mont the nine vigorous and lively characters, Dragon Soaring And Phoenix Dancing, entered his eyes, a surging Aura of the Path of the Scholar God turned into nine galloping black dragons, directly leaping out of the paper and crashing into Mo Yao's pupils!
Mo Yao only felt his mind shake, and his brain was stirred into fragnts by these ink black dragons... The real world continuously faded away around him.
His vision went dark, and he directly fainted on the bed.
Seeing this, the old man wasn't surprised at all. He just calmly covered the unconscious Mo Yao with a corner of the quilt, then picked up the Calligraphy Brush, facing the blank letter paper on the table, pondering for a long ti...
Finally, he slowly lowered his brush.
This Rank 8 Path of the Scholar God Demigod, who had written characters his whole life, at the final mont, his fingertips actually trembled a little... Over ten years of longing converged at the tip of the brush, every stroke and line vividly writing out regret.
"To my wife, Li Zhiling, to open..."
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