Chapter 15

After buying the paper, he also purchased a lot of ink and soft brushes of different thicknesses.

Dongfang Long and his wife, Xie Qiuping, finally saw their son's unguarded smile during this shopping trip, as they had wished.

However, this smile always seemed a bit strange, as if it wasn't the kind of smile a child should have.

The two, deeply concerned for their son, didn't think much about it.

This trip out of the manor was quite fruitful. Not only did they see their son smile, but they also learned what he liked.

Back at the manor, the couple discussed and finally decided to take Dongfang Xiuzhe out more often. This would not only benefit his health but also help them understand the child's thoughts.

They had always been worried that their son didn't care about anything, but this trip dispelled that concern.

However, they were quite puzzled as to why their son would like things like brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones. Could it be that their son was very studious?

This thought made the couple extremely happy. There was nothing more gratifying for parents than to see their child be studious.

Since their son couldn't practice martial arts due to his congenital meridians, they could focus on his literary education!

After discussing, they decided to find a teacher for Dongfang Xiuzhe to teach him reading and writing.

The couple thought they understood Dongfang Xiuzhe's preferences, but they didn't know that he wasn't buying those things to write. He was going to use them to make "curses" to enhance his overall strength!

He could also use the "curses" to help his family!

As night fell, a gentle breeze blew, and the branches swayed lightly, making the general's manor very peaceful.

In the room where Dongfang Xiuzhe lived alone, the paper he had bought today was spread out. He had specifically asked for the paper to be placed here.

Of course, this wasn't all; a large part of it was stored in the adjacent room.

The maid, Xiaocui, watched as Dongfang Xiuzhe tore a large sheet of white paper into palm-sized strips, and she couldn't help but think:

The young master likes to play this paper-tearing game!

If her observation skills were sharper, she would have noticed that the strips Dongfang Xiuzhe tore were of the same width and length, which wasn't something you could do just for fun.

Without any measuring tools, what kind of skill was required to achieve this?

Dongfang Xiuzhe saw Xiaocui's sneaky smile and thought to himself, "You naughty maid, I'm busy working here, and you're just standing there laughing. I should find something for you to do!"

A smile curved at the corner of his mouth, and Dongfang Xiuzhe had an idea.

He took a pre-torn strip of paper, dipped his brush in ink, and his small, white hand moved like flowing clouds, quickly completing a "control charm."

Xiaocui, the maid, was very curious about what her young master was up to and bent down to take a closer look at the "control charm" he had drawn.

"Little master, what did you draw? 'Noodles fighting'?"

Xiaocui had been serving Dongfang Xiuzhe for three years and didn't treat him like a master but more like a little brother who needed care. She couldn't help but tease him.

"Noodles fighting?"

Dongfang Xiuzhe was taken aback and felt an urge to laugh. It was the first time he had heard someone compare a "curse" to noodles fighting. Women's imagination was truly boundless!

"I didn't draw noodles fighting. Do you want to know what it is?" Dongfang Xiuzhe gave Xiaocui a mischievous smile.

"What is it?" Xiaocui asked curiously.

Dongfang Xiuzhe didn't answer but instead beckoned with his finger.

With a "snap," the "control charm" stuck to Xiaocui's forehead, as if it had a strong magnetic force, and wouldn't fall off.

Dongfang Xiuzhe looked at the motionless Xiaocui, a mischievous smile on his face. He made a hand sign and activated the curse!

Suddenly, Xiaocui moved like a puppet controlled by strings. At first, her movements were stiff, but gradually they became smoother, and it was hard to tell that she was being controlled.

"I haven't used the control technique in a long time, I'm a bit rusty!" Dongfang Xiuzhe muttered to himself and then started controlling Xiaocui's body to do the work he had been doing—tearing paper strips.

Under Dongfang Xiuzhe's control, Xiaocui worked like a robot on an assembly line, tearing the paper strips neatly.

After about half an hour, a pile of paper strips had accumulated on the table. Dongfang Xiuzhe, thinking it was enough, removed the curse from Xiaocui's forehead.

Xiaocui, as if she knew nothing, continued to ask, "Little master, what did you draw?"

Dongfang Xiuzhe held back a laugh and said, "Actually, I drew 'noodles in a meeting'!"

It was late at night, and the moon was full.

Xiaocui had fallen asleep on the table.

Looking at the maid who was snoring softly and drooling, Dongfang Xiuzhe shook his head and smiled.

With a wave of his hand, a thin blanket floated over and gently covered Xiaocui.

Looking at the shadows moving on the window paper, which were the guards patrolling outside, Dongfang Xiuzhe felt sorry for them.

Actually, with his current strength, he could protect himself without any problem. If he encountered someone as fast as the King of Thieves, he wouldn't just use illusions to confuse them but could capture them.

If someone appeared that even Dongfang Xiuzhe couldn't handle, the guards outside would be useless.

If it was just for patrolling and alerting, it wasn't necessary. Dongfang Xiuzhe had already placed spirits throughout the manor, and he would know immediately if anything happened and could alert others in time.

He hadn't wasted the past three years of cultivation!

His hands moved quickly to form seals. Since there were guards patrolling outside, Dongfang Xiuzhe had to set up a barrier in the room to avoid making any noise that might alert them.

With a wave of his hand, he summoned the spirits, and hundreds of them began to work in an orderly manner, tearing the large sheets of paper into the size needed for the curses and then organizing them.

"If only the spirits could draw the curses for me!"

While eating grapes, Dongfang Xiuzhe thought regretfully. If the spirits could draw the curses, the efficiency would increase not just twofold or threefold, but it would be mass production.

Unfortunately, drawing curses required infusing them with spiritual energy, and these low-level spirits had very weak spiritual energy, let alone infusing the curses.

Unless he became strong enough to summon high-level spirits, then he could sit back and enjoy the results!

To achieve this goal in the future, he needed to intensify his cultivation!

With this thought, Dongfang Xiuzhe sat cross-legged, and his entire body gradually entered a meditative state...

The next morning, it was just beginning to get light.

A sudden scream came from Xiaocui's mouth.

Not only did it startle Dongfang Xiuzhe, but it also brought the guards outside into the room!