Dragon's Origin

Hearing that the Marquis was leaving the estate to seek guidance on cultivation, everyone fell silent. They all understood that worldly power was one thing, but it was limited to the capital. Outside of the capital, this Marquis was worthless. What truly earned respect was one's cultivation.

Therefore, no one would stop him, and no one would spoil the mood with dissuasion. After eating and drinking well, Wang Sheng planned to rest for the night before leaving.

The evening was still faced with the awkwardness of the previous night. Mei'er had already set her sights on Wang Sheng, occupying the bedroom, and each time she would wash herself fragrant and wear a robe as thin as cicada's wings. Wang Sheng's eyes were about to pop out. He didn't know what kind of willpower he used to divert his attention from Mei'er.

"I'm leaving early tomorrow morning," Wang Sheng said to Mei'er, enduring the alluring temptation not far away. "The thing you promised me, it's time to give it to me, right?"

When Wang Sheng agreed to take Mei'er into the Thousand Absolutes Land, it was because Mei'er had promised to give him a map of the array distribution in the core area of the Thousand Absolutes Land. This was a condition agreed upon long ago, but Wang Sheng had never mentioned it until now.

"You're not planning to go to the core of the Thousand Absolutes Land to cultivate, are you?" Upon hearing that Wang Sheng wanted this, Mei'er couldn't help but forget about seducing Wang Sheng and asked in surprise.

"I'm not stupid, how could I do such a foolish thing?" Wang Sheng was speechless. To think so much just from asking for an array distribution map, he was truly impressed by this woman.

"Oh! That's good!" Mei'er patted her chest. The robe wasn't tied very tightly, revealing a large V-shaped expanse of white snow and a deep gully. Watching her slender hand pat that snow-white area, Wang Sheng almost couldn't help but transform into a lecherous wolf and pounce on her.

This little girl, he couldn't tell when she was wearing a veil, but she was so irresistible. Now it's like this, if something really happened, how could he hold back?

"Here!" Since Wang Sheng could resist her temptation, Mei'er didn't take any further action, but took out a slender scroll from her storage ring and handed it to Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng took it, but didn't open it to look. In honest transactions, Mei'er had never lied to anyone, which was beyond doubt. Wang Sheng was thinking about another question.

"Why do you always use animal skin scrolls?" Wang Sheng asked, puzzled. "Cultivation manuals are animal skin scrolls, pill formulas are animal skin scrolls, account books are animal skin scrolls, maps are animal skin scrolls, can't you use paper?"

There was paper in this world. Wang Sheng had used it when practicing the Eight Principles of Yong, he had used oiled paper when selling meat in Worry-Free City, and even ordinary people's windows were covered with white paper, even if it was just hemp paper, it was still paper! It was light and easy to record, wasn't it better than animal skin?

This time it was Mei'er's turn to look at Wang Sheng like an idiot. She stared at Wang Sheng up and down for a while before giggling and asking, "What are the benefits of using paper?"

"Lightweight, simple, isn't it easy to use when bound into a book?" Wang Sheng casually stated the benefits of paper.

"You think the paper you've used is very good?" Mei'er asked, covering her mouth and laughing.

When asked about the quality of the paper, Wang Sheng shook his head directly. It was just the most rudimentary hemp paper, not even as good as the worst paper Wang Sheng had used on Earth. It was brittle and fragile, and it would turn into fragments with a little force, which Wang Sheng had wasted a lot of.

"Doesn't that solve it?" Mei'er glanced at Wang Sheng with her soul-stirring peach blossom eyes. "Well-tanned animal skin is soft and light, and not easily damaged. It can even be washed and rewritten when necessary. How is it worse than paper?"

Wang Sheng really wanted to spray Mei'er and say that using real leather was not environmentally friendly, but after thinking about the paper industry, he could only shake his head. That was not much better in terms of environmental protection.

"What, do you have a way to make good paper?" Mei'er was very clever in business. She guessed Wang Sheng's little plan as soon as she turned her eyes, and her eyes lit up instantly: "If you have a good way to make good paper, this is also a good business!"

Wang Sheng could turn dark crude sugar into powdered sugar, and he could turn bitter crude salt into snow-white refined salt. Was it strange that he knew a way to make good paper?

"Well, let me think about it." Wang Sheng pondered for a moment, then couldn't help but shake his head: "Forget it, let's just do it on a small scale, and focus on a series of stationery such as pens, ink, paper, and inkstones!" On Earth, this was a big business, loved by literati and scholars, and it should be promising.

Mei'er immediately forgot about teasing Wang Sheng and began to think about the possibilities of the stationery Wang Sheng mentioned. If it was operated well, it would probably be another big business, at least in the capital.

While this little enchantress wasn't paying attention to him, Wang Sheng got up and left. As soon as he reached the door, he heard Mei'er's delicate voice that could lighten one's bones by three points: "Marquis, aren't you staying tonight?" This sentence was sung in a low voice with twists and turns, raising Wang Sheng's goosebumps.

Like an arrow-stricken rabbit, Wang Sheng fled the bedroom, and a burst of mischievous, silver bell-like laughter came from the bedroom. However, this kind of cheerful laughter was even more terrifying than the voice just now. Wang Sheng fled to the practice room as if flying, and recited the Nine Syllable Mantra several times before suppressing the surging blood in his body.

Strange, why did he forget the Nine Syllable Mantra when he was in front of Mei'er? Wang Sheng was greatly puzzled, and once again slept alone on the hard bed in the practice room for a night.

Early in the morning, Wang Sheng greeted Steward Wang, who was serving not far away, and left the Marquis's residence directly without saying goodbye to anyone else, heading straight for the outside of the city. If he stayed in the residence for a few more days, Wang Sheng didn't know if he could resist Mei'er's temptation.

There were not many people leaving the city early in the morning, and Wang Sheng enjoyed the leisure, walking and looking around along the way. The road to the Old Monarch Temple was still dozens of miles away. At Wang Sheng's pace, it would be good to arrive in the afternoon.

Wang Sheng originally thought that he would not be able to see the old Taoist until evening, but when he was less than five miles outside the city gate of the capital, he saw the figure of the old Taoist in a small Taoist temple by the roadside.

The old Taoist was taking the pulse of an old man. He looked up and saw Wang Sheng's figure, and waved to him to come over.

As soon as Wang Sheng saw this, he understood that the old Taoist had encountered difficulties when practicing the Array Word Formula. He said that he would come back to learn medicine, and now taking the pulse of the old man was probably the result of his learning during this period.

Watching the old Taoist skillfully observe, listen, ask, and feel the pulse, then pick up a pen to prescribe a prescription for the old man, and after instructing him, Wang Sheng said jokingly, "Old Taoist, it's only been a few days, and you've learned well. You look quite professional."

"I can only see some minor illnesses." The old Taoist said modestly, then looked at Wang Sheng with a playful smile and asked, "That little girl with the illusionary spirit fox Yuan Soul has a natural charm and an extremely Yin body. She's so beautiful, and she's living in your bedroom waiting for you. Why haven't you eaten the little girl yet? Marquis!"