Legend of the Great Sage (Chapter 301-Chapter 400)

Li Qingshan sat down right where he was and placed her on his knee. “You weren’t holding back, were you?”


Xiao An leaned against his chest, raised her head, and looked at him. Her eyes seemed to twinkle like stars as she shook her head firmly. Her seaweed-like hair swayed from side to side like waves.



Li Qingshan asked, “Really?”

Xiao An nodded with a smile. “Really.”

The Guardian King’s Scripture of Demon Subdual was a wondrous buddhist cultivation method, but just a cultivation at the first layer was indeed insufficient to block sharp sword qi that was almost on par with supreme grade spiritual artifacts.

Li Qingshan laughed aloud. “I said I would defeat you with sword qi, yet you insisted that I couldn’t.”

“Okay, I admit that you’re good. Are you happy now?” Xiao An pouted.

However, for guardian kings to subdue demons, it required a heart of fury, while for the path of the sword to defeat opponents, it required the intent to kill. When she faced Li Qingshan, she obviously did not feel that way, so whether it was the demonified guardian king or the unmatched path of the sword from the Cursive Sword Calligraphy, she was unable to unleash even half of their power.

“It’s about time now. Let’s get ready to emerge!” Li Qingshan said. The time he had spent in secluded cultivation this time had truly exceeded his initial estimates.

“I still want to cultivate for a little longer. Can I?” Xiao An bit her lip and looked at him with her large eyes filled with eagerness.

Just who in the world could say no to a gaze like that?

Li Qingshan lowered his head and pressed his forehead against her head. “Alright, whatever you want. I don’t have any pills left, but it’s not too bad if I practise qi here.”

Xiao An smiled. To her, there was no difference in where she cultivated, but being able to cultivate with him always brought her the most joy. They would not be disturbed by anything. In this sealed dwelling, they could spend every single moment together without being separated at all; it was like a tiny haven that allowed them to shelter from the storm of the outside world.

Li Qingshan raised his head deep underground.

Even with the layers of formations and the thick earth separating him from the surface, he could still clearly sense the unique pulse of spiritual qi of the world clearly. This was what his spirit turtle’s daemon core told him as a daemon.

Xiao An pressed her thumb against the joint on her middle finger and calculated a little before saying confidently, “It’s snowing.”

Li Qingshan said, “Wanna go out for a snowfight?” Xiao An replied, “Okay!”

As a result, the stone door to the dwelling opened loudly.

On the Cloudwisp island, in the courtyard within the bamboo.

The entire courtyard was filled with snow, with no one to clear it away. Probably only the school of Novels would face a predicament like this, but it also managed to maintain the purest, most uncontaminated snowfields.

The bamboo stood like noble people, completely unfazed and just as graceful as before. However, some of them bent over from the accumulated snow, like they were trying to pick up a snowflake from the ground.

The door and windows were wide open. The gentle, cold breeze blew snowflakes onto the bamboo floor, and the shine of the snow dimmed in the darkness too.

It was like the most beautiful landscape painting there was. Of course, only cultivators were able to take their time and appreciate this sight quietly without fearing the cold.

Liu Chuanfeng wore a single, bluish-green gown as he leaned against the table, writing diligently. Neither the cold nor the scenery seemed to be able to faze him.

The Cloudwisp association had already begun to unleash a startling effect, and his flame for writing novels seemed to be reignited. He wrote stories painstakingly.

Of course, these stories no longer possessed any sexual content at all. Instead, they were elegant and refined.

Li Qingshan’s words had given him extremely deep inspiration. He was completely aware that he was not trying to win over those educated scholars right now.



Without anyone’s advice, those iconic stories of young men falling off a cliff and finding a rare treasure or young misses eloping with poor scholars emerged from the tip of his brush. Beautified by the storytellers and bards, they reached the ears of thousands of regular people. The rate at which his power of belief gathered suddenly jumped.

Of course, it was not entirely smooth sailing. He faced quite a lot of uncertainty and hesitance during the process. In order to increase his efficiency, he would write many openings before asking the Cloudwisp association for feedback. If he could gain recognition, then he would keep writing, but if he could not, he would change it immediately. He devoted all of it to serve the readers.

Right now, he was writing exactly one of these novels that had been developed half way. Out of his many novels, this one had garnered the most recognition and support. The name, Master of Wind and Moon, began to accumulate some renown.

It had been a very long time since he last visited the Parlour of Clouds and rain, and it was not because of Li Qingshan’s warning. Rather, he simply had no time at all. His deadline to hand in the draft was approaching. He had to make time for the storytellers to familiarise themselves with the story.,

He wrote and wrote like his life depended on it. If it were possible, he wanted to continue this story forever—one book, two books, three books and so on. He was not fighting alone. He was not fighting for just himself. The entire school of Novels was currently reviving in his hands.

Thump! Thump! Thump! “Anyone home?”

Liu Chuanfeng suddenly raised his head. Because his mind was still submerged in the story, his eyes were in a daze, so he seemed rather bewildered. However, he gradually made out the person standing in the corridor, blocking the light from the snow. It was his primary disciple that he thought of day and night.

“My dear disciple, you’ve finally returned!” Liu Chuanfeng threw himself towards him.

Li Qingshan swatted him aside and called out to the snow, “Xiao An, come on in!”

“Why were you in seclusion for so long? Don’t tell me you were actually afraid of Chu Tian? If you were afraid, why didn’t you tell me earlier? You made me lose so many spiritual stones, do you know? He has already reached the seventh layer, and it’s said he’s going to break through again soon. It’s utterly infuriating with how good he is at…” Liu Chuanfeng lifted up the teapot and poured some tea as he rambled on. Suddenly, he stopped and widened his eyes.

“Y- you’ve reached the seventh layer.” He finally sensed the aura from Li Qingshan. Sure enough, it was at the seventh layer.

“Exactly!” Li Qingshan smiled. He placed the cup into Xiao An’s hands. “When I was practising qi, there was a small accident, which was why I took a little longer.”

Liu Chuanfeng was filled with disbelief. Just what accident could allow a sixth layer Qi Practitioner who had just broken through to reach the seventh layer in just a few months?

The path of cultivation became more difficult the further a person went. After condensing the sea of qi, it would be quite fast if a person could open the three remaining meridians, the Penetrating, Conception, and Governing meridians, within a decade, before spending another decade to open the twelve standard meridians throughout their body, reaching the peak of Qi Practitioners, the tenth layer.

Afterwards, they could use two or three decades to slowly comprehend the final step, or should one say the first step, Foundation Establishment.

People would be considered as elites if they reached the tenth layer before the age of fifty, outstanding if it was before the age of forty, and geniuses if it was before the age of thirty.