Chapter 8

"Longwu Marquis, I know your situation, so I still advise you not to waste the only valuable item you have on a whim."

The middle-aged scholar was well-intentioned; Yang Yi's reputation had been so bad in the past that whether people knew him or not, they didn't believe he could write a book.

"Thank you for your reminder, but I have made up my mind to write a book. Please have someone bring me the writing materials."

Yang Yi shook his head indifferently and urged the other party to bring the writing materials.

At Yang Yi's request, the scholar quickly had the book boy bring over a set of high-quality human-grade writing materials.

This set of writing materials included fifty sheets of spirit paper, and the ink was enough to write about fifty sheets. If it wasn't enough, it would have to be purchased separately.

"Someone wants to write a book here, and they're using high-quality human-grade writing materials?"

"Pity, it's the Longwu Marquis."

"What a waste. Even if he uses high-quality earth-grade writing materials, he won't be able to write a spirit book."

When the people in the Spirit Book Pavilion heard that someone wanted to write a book, they all turned to watch.

When they heard that the writer was the Longwu Marquis, some of them shook their heads and stopped watching.

However, some people took a few steps forward, intending to join in the fun.

Yang Yi naturally didn't pay attention to their reactions.

"Yue'er, I'm about to start writing. Help me grind the ink and make sure no one disturbs me."

Yang Yi stared at the writing materials, took a deep breath, and then picked up the spirit brush. On the first sheet of spirit paper, he wrote three large characters: "Chongxu Jing."

The characters in the primitive world were more complex than those on Earth, but fortunately, when Yang Yi inherited this body, he also inherited the knowledge of the characters.

Even writing was no exception.

The only regret was that Yang Yi's handwriting was not very good to begin with, and with the change of soul, the characters he wrote were completely unremarkable, barely legible.

"Chongxu Jing!"

Yang Yue read the three characters softly after seeing them.

Then, under Yang Yue's watchful eyes, Yang Yi finally began to write the main text.

Chongxu Jing, Chapter 1: The Foolish Old Man Removes the Mountains.

The Taihang and Wangwu mountains, each seven hundred miles in circumference and ten thousand feet high, originally lay south of the state of Ji and north of the Yellow River.

...

This was the book Yang Yi was writing, which came from the "Chongxu Jing" on Earth.

The "Chongxu Jing" was originally written by Liezi during the Warring States period of ancient China.

This book was a collection of fables and myths.

Although the articles contained profound truths, they involved mythology, so they were not very famous on Earth.

Yang Yi had only learned about the "Chongxu Jing" when he studied the story of the Foolish Old Man Removing the Mountains in school and then out of curiosity, read through the original text of the "Chongxu Jing."

After graduating, Yang Yi had long forgotten about the "Chongxu Jing."

But when he came to the primitive world, he mysteriously remembered all the words of the "Chongxu Jing."

Now, as Yang Yi wrote each character, he could feel a vast will watching over him.

He guessed that this will was the law of heaven and earth.

If what Yang Yi wrote was not recognized by the world, the law of heaven and earth would cause the spirit paper to turn to ashes.

At first, Yang Yi was a bit worried because the primitive world had no Taihang or Wangwu mountains, but the law of heaven and earth showed no abnormality, continuing to watch over him.

"North Mountain's Foolish Old Man, nearly ninety years old, lived facing the mountains. He was frustrated by the obstruction of the mountains to the north, which made his travel circuitous."

Yang Yue ground the ink for Yang Yi while reading the content of the book softly.

When she read the last sentence, "The god who held the snake heard of this and, fearing that the old man would not stop, reported it to the emperor. The emperor, moved by his sincerity, ordered the two sons of Kua'e to carry the two mountains, one to the east of the northern desert and the other to the south of Yong. Since then, the south of Ji and the south of the Han River have been free of obstructions," a gentle breeze suddenly blew through the Spirit Book Pavilion.

Then, a bright moon appeared out of nowhere in the first-floor hall of the Spirit Book Pavilion.

"A gentle breeze and a bright moon, these are the signs of a spirit book being created!"

When the bright moon appeared, someone immediately exclaimed and turned their gaze to Yang Yi, who had just put down the spirit brush.

Not only him, but all the eyes in the hall were now focused on Yang Yi.

Even the Princess Xuanling, who had just entered the hall, looked at the expressionless and focused Yang Yi with disbelief.

"A spirit book, he actually wrote a spirit book!"

It was no wonder Princess Xuanling was so surprised; the creation of a spirit book by Yang Yi was simply too unbelievable.

Everyone in the primitive world knew how difficult it was to write a spirit book.

Even in the city of Xuanwang, with a population of three million, no more than ten spirit books were created in a year.

If the luck was bad, there might be fewer than five.

Throughout history, countless people who had read hundreds or even thousands of books had found it difficult to write a single spirit book.

But today, a spirit book was born in Yang Yi's hands.

Who was Yang Yi?

He was a dissolute marquis who had never read more than ten books in his life.

Yet, such a person had written a spirit book, how could this not shock everyone?

"You... How is this possible!"

The middle-aged scholar, who exuded the aura of a scholar, was also very shocked when he saw the phenomenon.

He was not shocked that Yang Yi had written a spirit book, but that Yang Yi's book had already become a spirit book before it was finished, and had even caused a heavenly phenomenon.

Indeed, what Yang Yi had just written, "The Foolish Old Man Removes the Mountains," was just one article in the "Chongxu Jing" and could not be called a book.

But just this one chapter had already met the standard of a spirit book, attracting a gentle breeze and a bright moon.

Moreover, under the influence of the gentle breeze and the bright moon, Yang Yi's external wounds and internal injuries healed at a visible speed.

In addition, the breeze blew away the dust on Yang Yi's face, hands, and hair, making him look as if he had just taken a shower.

As for Yang Yi's clothes, they didn't need it because they were a special type of clothing.

"Brother, you succeeded, you wrote a spirit book!"

Yang Yue, seeing Yang Yi's body fully recover, joyfully threw herself into his arms, tears of emotion streaming down her face.

She had always hoped that Yang Yi would become talented and revitalize the title of Longwu Marquis.

But she had never imagined that this wish would come true so quickly.

"No, I haven't succeeded yet. I've only written one chapter of the 'Chongxu Jing.' I need to finish the rest of the chapters to be considered a complete success."

Yang Yi gently stroked Yang Yue's hair and softly explained the current situation to her.

Hearing this, Yang Yue quickly left Yang Yi's embrace and said excitedly, "Brother, your book summoned a phenomenon with just one chapter and became a spirit book. If you write the entire book, it might even make it to the Holy Book List."