I Turned My Daily Skills Into Divine Ability

Chapter 7: Calligraphy and Painting Skills

The setting sun cast long shadows of the phoenix trees.

In the courtyard, a stone was used to secure a wooden stake that was thicker than a grown man's arm. Then, the person turned around and ran away.

"Alright, big brother, we can start now!"

"Mhmm!" Wei Yi nodded and walked forward, holding the newly crafted sword.

His aunt and sister were also watching him with anticipation.

He walked up to the wooden stake without any hesitation, raised the sword, and slashed diagonally at the stake.

Crack—

Accompanied by a crisp sound.

The wooden stake broke in response, with a very smooth cut, demonstrating the sharpness of the sword.

In fact, Wei Yi had already done some tests himself.

For example, he listened to the sound of striking, tested the flexibility by bending it, and tested the hardness by chopping iron wires.

He could basically confirm that the performance of the sword he had forged was very good.

Now, by cutting the wooden stake, he wanted to give his aunt and sister a tangible experience.

Sure enough, when they saw Wei Yi cut the wooden stake with one swing, both Wei Xue and Wei Qing had surprised expressions on their faces.

Their eyes were filled with excitement.

In fact, when they saw Wei Yi actually forge a sword earlier, they were already very amazed.

They knew Wei Yi very well, and he had never forged iron before.

Yesterday was really his first day picking up a hammer to forge iron.

In less than two days, he had actually forged a sword.

And it was a sword that could easily cut through a wooden stake.

It was simply unbelievable.

Although Wei Yi had learned how to cook last night and quickly mastered it, in their eyes, forging iron was much more difficult than cooking.

"Brother, you're too amazing. How did you do it? How could you forge a sword so quickly!" Wei Qing was excited, and her eyes were filled with admiration.

"Perhaps it's the innate talent that our Wei family possesses. And also, Uncle Er forges iron every day, so I've learned a lot from him. I just didn't want to do it before. Yesterday, I tried it out and found a way." Wei Yi casually made up an excuse to explain.

But at this moment, Wei Xue and Wei Qing were already too overwhelmed with joy to think about the reasons.

"Yi'er, you're really amazing. Smart people can do anything. You can write with a pen, swing a hammer to forge iron, Aunt is really proud of you!" Wei Xue's mood was also very excited and joyful.

Although she didn't want Wei Yi to be a blacksmith and didn't want him to do such heavy work, the harsh reality was right in front of them.

Wei Tieshan was imprisoned, and the Wei family basically lost their source of income.

Now, Wei Tieshan hadn't been sentenced yet, and they might need money to bribe the county government.

They also owed a lot of money to the two managers of Myriad Sword Pavilion.

The Wei family was almost at the end of their rope.

As the saying goes, "When the nest is overturned, how can there be unbroken eggs?"

If the whole family had problems with their livelihood, what could she use to pamper and protect Wei Yi?

And now, Wei Yi could forge swords, giving this family a glimmer of hope.

She could only make Wei Yi suffer and rely on him to rebuild this family.

Moreover, these past two days, although Wei Yi had worked hard, he seemed to have become much stronger than before.

In the past, he was weak and often sickly, and she was always afraid of letting him work hard and harm his health.

But now, it seemed that what Wei Yi said was true.

Forging iron was also a form of exercise and could actually strengthen the body.

"Aunt, Qing'er, don't worry. Maybe it won't be long before I can forge a sword that meets the standards of Myriad Sword Pavilion. Maybe there's hope for me to become a Ninth Grade Swordsmith!" Wei Yi said with a hint of pride.

He knew very well that for this family, he represented hope.

And hope was the only strength that could support the whole family and get them through this difficult time.

The sword in his hand was already completely marketable.

Even though Myriad Sword Pavilion had high standards for accepting swords, there were other sword shops that would accept them.

So now, he could completely earn money for his family.

In addition to swords, he could also forge other iron tools for daily use and sell them in the shop.

Although the profit wouldn't be much, at least there would be a source of income for the family.

"Okay, okay, Auntie believes in you. With you in this family, there is no difficulty that we cannot overcome!" Auntie's eyes suddenly turned red again, but this time it was out of happiness, not sadness.

During this period of time, the changes in the family made her feel as if a huge mountain was weighing on her. She could only support it bitterly, feeling helpless and desperate.

But now, with Yi'er helping her support this family, the burden on her shoulders suddenly became much lighter. She felt both happy and moved.

"Yi'er, tonight Auntie will make you some extra delicious dishes to reward you!" Auntie's eyes were filled with tears, but there was a smile on her lips.

"Okay, but tonight let me cook instead. You can guide me from the side!" Wei Yi said with a smile.

He didn't cook lunch in order to finish forging the sword as quickly as possible.

His cooking skill is only 13.1415926% away from reaching Rank Two.

So he wanted to cook dinner himself to advance his cooking skill.

He wanted to see how far his cooking skill could reach after advancing.

"Alright, Auntie, I'll go buy some meat!" Wei Xue said with a smile.

Wei Xue went to the butcher shop, while Wei Yi went back to his room to grind ink and write.

As he wrote the characters "Wei Yi" on the paper, two sets of numbers, 17 and 15, appeared before his eyes.

"Could this proficiency value be related to stroke count?" Wei Yi felt that he had discovered a pattern.

So he immediately picked up his pen and directly wrote down a poem by Li Bai, "A Song of the Heroes."

The result was indeed as he had guessed.

Moreover, after finishing the poem, his Writing Skill data finally changed.

Writing Skill: Rank Two (99.9% proficiency needed to level up)

"Writing level up is a bit slow!"

Wei Yi said to himself.

But then he thought that perhaps it was because his Writing Skill was already at Rank Two.

So the proficiency value required for promotion would be higher.

"Whatever, just grind it out!"

Wei Yi immediately picked up his pen again and wrote down more ancient poems by Li Bai, such as "The Dragon Sword Poem" and "The White Horse Piece."

Although Wei Yi in his previous life was a science student.

But at that time, the girl he was pursuing in college was a major in Chinese language and literature.

In order to have some common ground with the girl, he self-studied a lot of ancient poetry.

His mind was filled with a lot of knowledge.

Unfortunately, he later discovered that the girl only liked celebrity gossip, beauty, and fashion.

However, in Wei Yi's opinion, no knowledge is learned in vain.

Now, isn't this useful?

Although there are no Confucian or Taoist practitioners in this world.

But in the Great Yan Dynasty, there are also many literati and poets.

Good poetry can still become famous.

It's just that it may not be so easy to rely on copying poetry to exchange for wealth and status in this world.

But Wei Yi always felt that words have power.

Although there is no Confucian or Taoist practice in this world.

But perhaps one day, he will turn this Writing Skill into a Divine Ability.

And let those ancient poems unleash certain special powers.

Wei Yi fantasized like this in his heart.

As Wei Yi continued to write, he found that it didn't matter if the handwriting overlapped.

As long as there was ink on the paper, his proficiency would continue to increase.

And even if the handwriting was a bit messy, it was fine.

So Wei Yi gradually increased his writing speed and kept writing on the paper.

Eventually, he simply wrote his own name repeatedly.

Until the entire sheet of paper turned into a dark color, with no blank space left, did he stop.

Wei Yi looked at his system panel.

Writing Skill: Rank Two (95% proficiency until leveling up)

"This speed is not bad, at least much easier than blacksmithing!" Wei Yi said to himself.

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(End of this chapter)