Chapter 67

Chapter 66

Man Bok-ja's one-stroke calligraphy was so elegant and graceful that anyone who saw it would gasp in admiration. However, as Joo Hwi read on, the more embarrassed he became, and he could no longer control his expression. The draft of the new chapter of the Jianghu Chronicles, which was to be included in the Lesser Sword God's biography, was nothing short of a chronicle of a great hero. The Lesser Sword God, the savior who would save the world. He appeared as a merchant rather than a martial artist because he realized that to protect the people, the path of commerce, not martial arts, was the way. He would be the hero, a beacon of light for the people, and the one who would transform the wild lands of the Nine Provinces and Eight Wastelands into a paradise, the future of us all. The first and last light that the Central Plains would ever see. His will, when channeled through his sword, would stir the winds and clouds of heaven and earth, and his footsteps would be those of a giant walking through the long history of the continent. "This is a bit too much..." Ah, my limbs. Just reading the preface made Joo Hwi's skin crawl, and he kept scratching himself. "This is like a myth. It's ridiculous. Do you think this will resonate with the martial artists?" Man Bok-ja had transformed all of Joo Hwi's actions into near-mythical achievements. Such forced praise would surely invite ridicule from the martial artists. However, there was no trace of hesitation on Man Bok-ja's face. "It will resonate." "This will resonate?" Man Bok-ja smiled gently. "Because no one can overcome time." "Time?" Man Bok-ja smoothed the pages of the hero's chapter he had written with a refined gesture. "When this new draft is published in the martial world, the first generation might mock and ignore it. But what about the second generation? The third generation?" Man Bok-ja adjusted the golden feather hanging from his head and unfurled the Phoenix Gold Thread. "Time flows faster than one can imagine. I assure you, your fame will surpass that of the Three Deities in just one generation." "Wow..." The influence of the Three Deities in the martial world was truly legendary. To achieve such fame in just one generation, about twenty years? "The Jianghu Chronicles are like that." Joo Hwi looked at the Qingyun Zhenren, who was patting his shoulder and smiling gently, with a puzzled expression. "No matter what..." "You haven't yet felt the power of the Jianghu Chronicles." The Wu Huang, still smiling, gazed at the vast expanse of Lake Poyang. "Is there anyone in the martial world who hasn't read the Jianghu Chronicles?" "Hmm." Joo Hwi, after some thought, his expression hardened. "No, there isn't." "The Jianghu Chronicles are the Buddhist scriptures of the martial world. They are the beacon that illuminates history, the sacred truth. Especially the hero's chapter, which is the most popular among the people. Being listed in the first chapter of the hero's chapter is like drinking a bottle of fine wine in one go." As Qingyun Zhenren explained, Man Bok-ja began to continue his elegant calligraphy. At that moment, the door to Joo Hwi's office suddenly opened, and a young man with a look of ecstasy and shock appeared, staring at Joo Hwi and his companions. The young man was none other than Joo Hwi's older brother, Joo Hyuk. Joo Hyuk was a man whose devotion to the Jianghu Chronicles ran deep to the bone. "Aaaaa... M, M, M, M, Man Bok-ja!" Joo Hyuk, as if he had seen a living god, prostrated himself and spilled out the entire set of the Jianghu Chronicles he had collected. 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