That night, the fine rain continued until dawn.

Wang Xian's words, "Tomorrow I will prepare a heavy gift to thank him in public," also lingered like a spell in the ears of the Wang family's old lady, buzzing until dawn.

No one cared about the old lady's angry anxiety; on the contrary, in the same city, someone anticipated Wang Xian's decision.

Cui Mansion, Jingsi Study.

Cui Heng merely said, "Wang Xian is a person who has always been good at seeking peace rather than being aggressive; he dares not fall out with everyone, so tomorrow he will certainly prepare a generous gift to thank Chen Xu."

"Father, I will also go to thank Brother Chen tomorrow."

Saying this, Cui Yunqi was full of spirit, no longer the pale and dejected figure from when he returned from Jichuan County.

Cui Heng smiled, "How about now, do you no longer feel it a shame to have lost to him?"

"Although it's not a shame, it's still not enough." Cui Yunqi paced in the study, murmuring, "Flowers Are Not Flowers, Mists Are Not Mists. Come at midnight, leave at dawn... marvelous, marvelous, but still not enough."

"What would be enough then?"

"To become famous across the world, this is just the beginning." Cui Yunqi said with grand ambition; though just standing in the study, he seemed to foresee the entire world.

Cui Heng gently shook his head and sighed softly.

The night rain pattered, the myriad forms of life in the mortal world.

In the inn, Feng Yuanbai and his son had not yet left the Netherworld.

Chen Xu listened to the sound of rain outside the window and waited for most of the night.

He wasn't purely sitting idly; after gaining insights from the aura of the world for a while, he gradually felt his mind become somewhat sluggish, as if the surging inspiration was starting to dwindle.

Chen Xu then retracted his divine thought and added one point each to his Tri-Attribute.

[Free Attribute Points: 85]

A subtle sense of fullness flowed into his body, instantly invigorating Chen Xu.

By now, the strength increase that a small number of attribute points could bring seemed to be diminishing.

However, using the attribute points to recover from exhaustion was still very effective.

He spread a few sheets of paper on the table, ground the ink with water, and began writing two small stories about Artificial Beast Creation.

Having promised the little ghosts in the Ghost Market, naturally, it was better to do it sooner rather than later.

"I once studied in the market and encountered a strange affair, to this day thinking of it still makes me shudder and the thought lingers. Therefore, I record it in writing to warn the world..."

He began with an eerie little tale tone to arouse the reader's curiosity.

The choice of words was as plain and concise as possible. Although the story unfolded in the first person perspective of "I," the protagonist was not "I," but a ranger.

Chen Xu wrote about himself reading in the market, first seeing firelight at midnight, then hearing cries of alarm, wanting to rise to extinguish the fire, and then hearing that the fire was out.

The night passed uneasily, tossing and turning; early the next morning, he went to the market only to hear that a certain Yang, who often sold mutton there, was not an ordinary person and could perform Evil Magic.

Writing to this point, Chen Xu's tone gradually became more eerie and ghostly.

Afterward, it narrated the horrors of Artificial Beast Creation, describing the tragic state after a sheep was slaughtered, focusing on recalling seeing tear stains on the sheep's head when passing a sheep vendor's stall in the past.

"The tear marks are vivid, thinking of it is saddening."

He summed up his emotional change after learning the truth with eight simple words.

Without excessive drama, but precisely this concise language, used here, had an indescribable strength.

Afterward, using a legendary tone, it narrated how the knight broke into the sheep vendor's home at night, saved a cart of "little sheep" recently harmed by Artificial Beast, and how he executed the Human Demon with a swift blow.

After the killing, he set fire to the demon's lair, causing the sheep vendor mother and son to scatter soul and die, never to be buried.

The knight then urged the sheep to drink water, dispelling the Evil Magic...

It focused on the magical scene of the sheep turning human, emphasizing that a large amount of water could dispel the Artificial Beast Evil Technique.

In the end, this figure of a knight, always shrouded in mystery, gracefully went away.

So-called "Having accomplished matters, he brushed off his robe, hiding body and name deeply" —

Chen Xu hesitated for a moment while writing here.

He originally planned not to write poetry for a while.

However, at this very moment in this little story, if it could have this "Knight's Journey," then wouldn't this Artificial Beast story be able to spread across the world?

It could even shine through the ages.

And in such dazzling light, how could the world's Artificial Beast Evil Techniques ever hide again?

Chen Xu then picked up the pen and finally wrote at the end of this story of the knight and Artificial Beast: "Zhao quests with flowing scarf, Wu Hook glistens like frost and snow."

When he penned the first sentence, the tip of the pen inexplicably felt a bit sluggish.

At this time, the rain outside the window had diminished to almost none, but a faint trace of clouds had appeared on the horizon.

A streak of pale white light emerged at the edge of the sky, faintly awakening the sleeping city.

Yunjiang Prefecture Government, the attendant was dressing the prefect and said, "Lord Prefect, the gifts from the Wang family were returned, but just now the Wei family sent an invitation again."

The prefect frowned with some annoyance and blurted out, "Decline, just say I'm busy with official duties."

After speaking, he added, "No, just say there's a late spring chill, I accidentally caught a cold, claim illness, and will take a leave for three days.

For these three days, no matter who sends an invitation, I won't receive it!"

After saying this, the prefect was quite pleased.

In the sky, that golden light behind the clouds was still gradually scattering, for a moment dyeing the sky pale like fish belly white, and the edges of large clouds reflected hints of colorful clouds.

But all this still seemed very faint.

It's as if last night's rain and the morning wind, everything was progressing systematically, seemingly calm and undisturbed, yet in reality, there were tumultuous undercurrents.

Chen Xu felt slightly strained, but since he had resolved to do it, he saw no reason to give up halfway.

He continued writing: "Silver saddle illuminates the white horse, galloping like a meteor."

Each stroke was sharp and bold.

It was as if that night's blade pierced through the filth of the mundane world and the unfairness in his chest.

Just with one slash, it severed a head!

"Ten steps kill one, a thousand miles without stopping.

"Having accomplished matters, he brushed off his robe, hiding his body and name deeply."

In the epilogue of the little story about Artificial Beast Creation, it recited the knight: "Casually drinking in Jichuan, resting the sword across his knees..."

In Chen Xu's Dantian, Innate Qi was flowing rapidly, almost like a wild horse freed from reins.

He tightly closed his mouth, silently gritting his teeth.

Fortunately, Free Attribute Points were replenished at this moment, so Chen Xu then added three points each to his Tri-Attribute all at once.

Innate Qi came rolling in continuously, ceaselessly regenerating.

Continue!

"Roasting the Human Demon eat meat, urging the drink to you.

Three cups fulfilling the promise, the Five Mountains become light."

…

In the sky, at some unknown time, it seemed that a wisp of faint cyan smoke was rising.

The original direction of the smoke seemed to be from an ordinary commercial district in Yunjiang Prefecture City.

On both sides of the street, quite a few breakfast vendor stalls had already been set up.

Under the morning light, the streets and alleys washed clean by a night's rain felt especially refreshing.

Three or five people walked with breakfast in hand, eating as they chatted a few words: "Yesterday at the Ancient Plain Pavilion it seemed like something happened, but unfortunately, I didn't get to find out."

"What could have happened? It's nothing more than those young noblemen gathering again to write some crooked poems, what's the interest in that?"

"Indeed, it can't compare to the fun of listening to Sister Tao from Spring Breeze Lane sing songs…"

"Hahaha, that's not it! Eh, what do you see over there?"

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