Chapter 2

A book is a world, a thought a cycle of rebirth.

In the world of the Wilderness, humans could not only exchange everything inside a spirit book for spirit coins but also consume spirit coins to send their thoughts into the book to study.

"spirit book! So the dagger that Yang Yue had wasn't forged in the real world, but was an enchanted weapon exchanged from the world within a book."

After finding the memories related to the Book Immortal, Yang Yi understood why the dagger could be integrated into the book.

Because it was originally extracted from the book.

Yang Yi also knew the origin of the dagger.

When he had just woken up, he heard Yang Yue say that the dagger was exchanged from a book called "Heavenly Weapons" when she was ten years old.

"Heavenly Weapons," just by the name, it should be a book about weapons.

"Turns out that being an author in the Wilderness is the most prestigious profession. In that case, don't I have a huge advantage?"

At this thought, Yang Yi immediately became excited.

After all, Yang Yi was an author on Earth's web novels, and he had already written three books. As for the books he had read, they numbered in the thousands.

Most of these thousands of books were novels.

"Rich, I'm really rich now. Cough, cough!"

In his excitement, Yang Yi accidentally aggravated his injuries.

It wasn't Yang Yi's fault; the system of this world was simply too suitable for authors like him, who were physically weak.

"Wait, my memory seems to have suddenly become stronger! The List of Gods, Journey to the West, A Chinese Ghost Story, The Swordsmen of Mount Shu, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, The Thirty-Six Stratagems, The I Ching, The Analects of Confucius, Three Hundred Children's Songs... I only remembered the general content of these before, but now I can remember every word clearly."

Thinking of books, many famous works appeared in Yang Yi's mind.

These masterpieces were the essence of Earth, embodying the wisdom of thousands of years.

Most importantly, these masterpieces had never appeared in the Wilderness. Even if Yang Yi claimed them as his own works, no one would come forward to challenge him.

"I can't get too excited. After all, to write a spirit book, one needs to gain the recognition of the laws of heaven and earth."

Yang Yi calmed down and began to search his fragmented memories for how to write a spirit book.

A spirit book was different from an ordinary book. A spirit book could form its own small world and exchange things inside it, so it definitely couldn't be written with an ordinary pen on ordinary paper.

"Right, to write a spirit book, one needs to use a spirit pen, spirit ink, and spirit paper. These things can only be bought at specialized stores, and they are not cheap."

Yang Yi racked his brain and finally found so much information about the Book Immortal and spirit books from his predecessor's memory fragments.

"Forget it, thinking too much now is useless. I'll wait until my body recovers tomorrow and have Yue take me to see."

After sighing, Yang Yi quietly waited for Yang Yue to return.

After a long time, until it was dark, someone finally opened the door and walked in.

Since it was already dark and there was no light in the room, and Yang Yi was already dizzy and faint from hunger, he grabbed the person as soon as he saw someone approach.

"Yue, I'm really starving. Give me something to eat first."

Yang Yi was so weak that he could barely speak.

It wasn't that he couldn't withstand hunger; it was that this body hadn't had a proper meal for days.

"Eh? Your poison is actually cured!"

The speaker was a woman, but it wasn't Yang Yue.

Even though Yang Yi was dizzy and faint from hunger, he could tell the voice was different.

Hearing that it wasn't Yang Yue, Yang Yi immediately let go of the person's hand and asked warily, "Who are you?"

"Little Lord, don't you recognize my voice?"

The person was surprised when Yang Yi asked who she was.

"Are you the demoness?"

Yang Yi's thoughts raced, and he quickly thought of the most likely person to come looking for him.

"Yes, she must be the demoness Yang Yue mentioned. According to Yang Yue, this demoness took all my property, tried to kill me, and also wanted the hereditary marquisate of this body."

The more Yang Yi thought, the more shocked he became. At this moment, he hoped he was wrong.

"You call me a demoness too, huh? Haha!"

The person gave a self-deprecating laugh, then sat on the bed without caring about Yang Yi's thoughts.

"Little Lord, I did approach you these past two years for your family's property, but after getting to know you, I also developed some feelings for you. The one who poisoned you to kill you wasn't me."

The demoness's voice was gentle, and she even tried to touch Yang Yi, but he waved her hand away.

"Give it up. Whether or not you were the one who poisoned me, we're over, and I will never give you the Marquis of Longwu's title."

Yang Yi was worried that this woman might try to kill him, but he gritted his teeth and said these words.

"You've changed, become more mature. It seems that taking your property has been somewhat beneficial to you," the demoness said, not angry but somewhat relieved.

"Uh... Does this demoness really have some feelings for my predecessor?" Yang Yi was speechless at her audacity.

"Whether it's real or fake, my predecessor is dead, and everything is like a passing cloud. I will never have anything to do with this woman again." Yang Yi was resolute.

For a woman who had taken someone's property, Yang Yi would never trust her.

"Demoness, I, Yang Yi, will make it clear to you today. From now on, 'you take your sunny path, and I'll cross my narrow bridge.' Even if I, Yang Yi, starve to death on the street, I will never bow to you. Also, though I am down and out today, I will eventually use my own strength to reclaim everything that should be mine."

After saying this, Yang Yi put his hand on the cup he had used to drink water, intending to use it as a weapon to prevent the demoness from suddenly trying to kill him.

Although a cup wasn't much use, it was better than nothing.

"I thought you had improved, but you're still just that." The demoness, hearing Yang Yi's bold words, said disdainfully, "Not to mention that you're a waste, even if you were a genius, I could easily take your life now."

"Kill me or torture me, as you wish."

Yang Yi didn't back down, showing a fearless attitude.

But in reality, he knew that if the demoness wanted to kill him, she would have done so immediately without wasting so much time talking.

By standing up to her, he hoped to make her look at him differently, pique her curiosity, and gain a glimmer of hope.

Of course, this was also very risky. If she really feared future trouble, she might really kill him.

"Yang Yi, I'll give you one more chance. If you're willing to return with me and get married, I'll at least ensure you a life of no worries. If you refuse..."

At this point, the demoness's voice suddenly became abnormally cold.

Then, Yang Yi noticed a long sword emitting a pale blue cold aura flash in the dim space.

Since the blue light wasn't very strong, it only allowed Yang Yi to see the sword, not the demoness's face.

"A long sword, appearing instantly, extracted from a book, right!"

Seeing the other side take out a sword, Yang Yi was naturally a bit worried, but at this point, he had no choice.

His previous attitude was so firm that if he changed his mind because of a threat, it would make the other side very disdainful, which would be truly dangerous.

So, Yang Yi took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth, "I only regret not working hard these past years. If given the chance, I will write a masterpiece within three days to wash away the humiliation you've brought me."

A provocation, a naked provocation.

Yang Yi knew that the woman had some lingering feelings for him, so he used the simplest provocation.

"A masterpiece is a rarity in the seven kingdoms. You, a mere wastrel, now down and out, dare to boast that you can write a masterpiece in three days. Truly beyond redemption."

The demoness became more and more disdainful, and finally, she really pointed the sword at Yang Yi.

"What do you know? I've experienced death, felt great fear and great transformation. In the face of life and death, I've understood many truths. As long as you give me time to write them down, it will surely become a renowned work."

Yang Yi roared, and at the same time, he took a step forward, staring fiercely at the demoness whose face he couldn't see.

Through the sword's light, the demoness could see Yang Yi's face.

When she saw his sharp gaze, her heart couldn't help but race, and she thought, "This gaze... is he serious?"

At this thought, the demoness slowly retracted the sword.

As soon as the sword returned to the book, the room became dim again.

"I'll give you three days. If you can write a spirit book within three days, consider today never happened. If you can't, I'll kill you myself."

After saying this, the demoness turned and left the dilapidated house.

"Phew, finally tricked her away!"

As soon as the demoness left, Yang Yi collapsed like a deflated balloon.

It was really dangerous just now. Yang Yi almost thought he was going to die.

...

Outside the house.

The demoness had only walked less than ten meters when Yang Yue walked over.

Since there was moonlight outside, Yang Yue could see the demoness's face clearly.

"Lady Xuanling, why are you here?"

Yang Yue, recognizing the 'demoness's' face, hurriedly ran to her and bowed.

"Little Yue, it's been a long time."

The demoness, no, Lady Xuanling, actually knew Yang Yue, and from their relationship, they seemed very familiar.

From this, it was clear that Lady Xuanling was definitely not the demoness Yang Yue mentioned, and everything was a misunderstanding by Yang Yi.