Chapter 218 Tianxian's foundation is not even worth as much as scrap.

Chapter 218 Tianxian's foundation is not even worth as much as scrap.

Xu Ming looked at the smooth, white paper, which seemed to possess a unique charm, and couldn't help but sigh.

It's such a waste to scribble on such a good thing.

If only we could make books, copy down the techniques of the Heavenly Manifestation Sect, and place them in a library to preserve them for millions of years, how wonderful that would be!

He was the disciple who previously looked after Tianxian Library, and his greatest love in life was studying books.

"Are you going to buy it or not? This is a painting made of top-grade Xuan paper. If you're not going to buy it, don't block our way."

"That's right, that's right! These past two days, this kind of paper has suddenly become a hot commodity in the capital. It's expensive, and I heard that the quantity is limited. Once this batch is bought, it will be discontinued. If you're not buying, then get out of the way!"

"This exquisite Xuan paper is the perfect match for Young Master Wang Qi's paintings. So many people line up but can't buy even one sheet. And you guys, you just cut in line as soon as you arrive!"

"Yeah, get out of here!!"

The crowd pushed and shoved, trying to squeeze Su Xiao and his group out.

Wang Qi was engrossed in painting at his stall.

Suddenly, I looked up and met a familiar face.

"Wait! It's you?"

Su Xiao froze, then lowered his head and hurriedly left after seeing Wang Qi.

Wang Qi stepped out of the stall and grabbed Su Xiao, "Does everyone know who he is? He's General Su Xiao, who was famous throughout the capital before!"

The people were instantly in an uproar.

They all surrounded him.

"Wasn't Su Xiao ordered to be beheaded by the Emperor? How come he's here?"

"I heard that he was later rescued by treacherous officials and disobeyed the emperor's orders!"

"You two deserve to die for causing the death of General Wang Sheng, who was loyal to the country, on the battlefield!"

"Young Master Wang Qi, don't let him get away!"

The public still remembers the uproar caused by the fraudulent military merit award incident a while ago.

Before her investiture, Si Yao had been swaggering around the capital, leaving a deep impression on many people.

Su Xiao felt utterly humiliated.

"It has nothing to do with me, it's Si Yao's fault..."

"Isn't it all because you indulged him? What are you pretending to be a good person for, Young Master Wang Qi... what do you think we should do?"

Now Wang Qi has passed the imperial examinations repeatedly and is highly regarded by the Grand Tutor and His Majesty.

His calligraphy is unparalleled, and with his exquisite Xuan paper, countless people line up every day, waiting to obtain a piece of his masterpiece.

Many people followed suit and helped him, hoping to gain his favor and get him to sell his calligraphy and paintings to them.

Su Xiao was jostled and pushed around in the crowd, his face turning red and black, overwhelmed with anger, humiliation, and helplessness.

Xu Ming, who was standing nearby, shouted, "Su Xiao, what kind of trouble are you causing? If you don't resolve this soon, I'm going to take action!"

Several fellow disciples also showed a hint of disdain in their eyes.

They looked down on Su Xiao.

Unexpectedly, Su Xiao was just as annoying in the mortal realm.

"I'll try my best, I..." Su Xiao said kindly to the people, "I wasn't taken away by those treacherous officials, I was taken away by immortals to cultivate immortality..."

"Are you saying that cultivators are traitors and rebels?" Wang Qi added sarcastically.

Su Xiao quickly waved his hand, "No, that's not what I meant..."

The faces of Xu Ming and the others standing to the side had turned as black as ink.

What does it mean that cultivators are traitors and rebels?

"Su Xiao, if you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all!" Xu Ming's face was ugly, but he forced himself not to hit him.

Are you deliberately trying to ruin their reputation as immortals in the mortal realm?!

In the future, who among mortals will still believe in them?

Su Xiao looked helpless, being scolded like a dog.

He shoved Wang Qi aside, saying, "You just wait!"

After saying that, he forcefully pushed through the crowd and prepared to leave with the group.

Wang Qi gritted his teeth, picked up the inkstone, and shouted:

"Su Xiao, your mother is here."

Bang--

The inkstone was smashed hard into his face.

A cultivator dressed in white, untouched by worldly dust.

He was covered in black ink like that, without even managing to dodge it on his face.

Xu Ming reached out and wiped his hand, revealing it covered in black ink. His eyes blazed with fury.

"court death!"

With a wave of his hand.

They destroyed the stall and knocked Wang Qi to the ground.

Wang Qi stood up with a smile, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, picked up a painting, tore it up, and scattered it in front of them.

"Look what this is."

The group picked it up and were immediately horrified.

Someone said, trembling:

"Master, senior brother, the spiritual energy emanating from this paper... it's so similar to that of our sect..."

Xu Ming trembled with anger, grabbed Wang Qi's collar, and squeezed it tightly.

"Tell me, where did this paper come from?!"

Wang Qi curled the corners of his mouth, tried to struggle for a while, but found it was useless.

"The Su family's house was bought and a paper mill was set up. The paper comes from the Su family."

Xu Ming glared at Su Xiao.

It's you again!

The group of people were a mix of white and black, the white being glaring and the black striking, like walking cow-cats.

They carried Wang Qi to the Su family's residence.

Su Xiao looked at the former General's Mansion, his expression dazed, as if he had returned to another world.

He murmured:

"After Sihe divorced me, she preferred to go back to the countryside rather than live in this big house?"

Wang Qi rolled his eyes at him, "If you still look down on her, then don't stand here making sentimental remarks. It makes you seem so hypocritical."

Go back to the countryside?

Is it possible that Sihe and her daughter have no choice but to return to their hometown and rely on him?

Su Xiao glared at him. "What's it to you?"

"Just shut them down! Qingbao is my benefactor. I can't stand by and watch you talk about them." Wang Qi sneered.

Su Xiao clenched his fists, "You..."

"Su Xiao, you're so noisy!" Xu Ming couldn't help but frown and speak.

Su Xiao had no choice but to suppress his anger.

Having lived half my life, I have never felt so frustrated.

The group entered the Su family's courtyard.

Several workers were found retrieving books from the pool, soaking them to turn them into pulp.

Next to it were stacks of wet paper.

After the wet paper dried, it was unmolded and transformed into a divine Xuan paper that they had never seen before.

Pure white and flawless, untouched by dust, exuding a gentle and ethereal charm.

Mortals are not worthy of using these things!

Xu Ming's eyes blazed with fury.

"You! You dared to melt down our Tianxian's collection of books and turn them into blank paper!!!"

He drew his weapon and swung it wildly at the paper mill.

In an instant, the platform collapsed, the finished paper was cut into pieces, and the workers were so frightened that they dropped what they were doing and fled for their lives.

Xu Ming's eyes were bloodshot. After casting a spell to trap everyone, he came to the pulp pool.

Looking at the Tianxian Collection of Books, which had been melted into pulp, he felt resentment and was burning with rage!

"Damn it! Who gave you the audacity to melt down something belonging to the immortals?!"

The workers were trembling with fear.

"We don't know either. We collected those books from the scrap metal collection team. They were worth five copper coins a pound..."

These words were spoken.

Xu Ming coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot, and his Dao heart was on the verge of collapse.

"Are you saying that our Tianxian's treasured collection of books, ancient wisdom, and magical techniques, which have been preserved for thousands of years, was sold to you by Qingbao for five coins a pound?"

What did she take Tianxian's millennia-old heritage for?

Is it scrap metal?

One of them hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Yes, and some scrap cardboard only costs two coins a pound, which is much cheaper than what we get from collecting scrap metal."

“We’ve never received waste paper that cheap before; you won’t find it anywhere else in the mortal world.”

"We thought it was a good book. The packaging was quite exquisite, but the chicken claw-like characters inside were incomprehensible and impossible to learn. It's a real waste of the paper."

"To be honest, if this piece of paper knew it was going to be written on, it would rather rot in the factory or be made into paper money to burn for its ancestors..."