Paper?

Ci Zhu was momentarily taken aback by Li Ye's abrupt words, pausing for a moment: "If we talk about it, the paper from this world's Bitter Journey Academy is considered the best. Donor Li, are you so confident that you can make better paper than theirs?"

Transcribing scriptures within the Buddhist Sect is very important.

Not only does the process of copying provide a deeper understanding of the scriptures, but it also allows one to infuse their Buddhist power and principles into them, transforming the scriptures into a force they can easily wield.

Every monk at Kongxiang Temple had to transcribe the Buddhist scriptures daily.

For Ci Zhu, this was even more crucial.

To prove his Tao, he needed to have his own scriptures, even if it was just one passage—without his own scriptures, he couldn't even attain the Arhat Fruit Position.

Suitable paper that could serve as a carrier for words was naturally of great value.

Take the "Lotus Heart Paper" purchased by the Buddhist Sect from Bitter Journey Academy as an example. The annual consumption itself was astronomical, and due to production limits, they had to resort to a lesser "Lotus Fragrance Paper."

Li Ye chuckled: "You know, Tao Friend, that Lotus Heart Paper is mass-produced. I can assure you that each piece of paper will be perfectly compatible with your Buddhist power. What do you think?"

Ci Zhu stared into Li Ye's eyes and asked, "Are you suggesting using my Buddhist power to help you cultivate spirit plants for paper making?

This method is not uncommon either."

This indeed wasn't uncommon.

Bitter Journey Academy even had a special plot of land dedicated to cultivating Ten Thousand Sinking Bamboo, irrigated with unique magic.

Each bamboo, from birth to being turned into paper, had dedicated caretakers, and the spiritual power it absorbed came from contracted cultivators who invested significant mana.

This "custom-made" paper had exorbitant prices, with each bamboo costing over ten million Spirit Stones and yielding only a hundred sheets of paper.

That's equivalent to a hundred thousand Spirit Stones per sheet.

Even some Golden Cores couldn't afford such a price.

After all, whose scriptures wouldn't run into thousands upon thousands of sheets?

"That's not my intention." Li Ye knew he was referring to the paper produced at Bitter Journey Academy's "Celestial Book Bamboo Courtyard."

Honestly speaking, the markup on that thing was egregious, and the Four Seasons Sect had done research years ago, estimating that customizing and cultivating Ten Thousand Sinking Bamboo should cost tens to hundreds of thousands of Spirit Stones.

Yet they charge tens of millions of Spirit Stones per bamboo.

The exact amount of reputation and hype markup is hard to say—in a way, it's quite similar to this Ruoquan Island.

Li Ye casually said, "What I want to sell is paper born from chaos, inherently neutral, able to absorb any mana without bias."

"That's all I can say for now."

Grown from chaos?

Ci Zhu's eyes widened slightly.

If the spirit plants grew from chaos, they indeed might not need any mana irrigation and could adapt to anything.

That's truly the pure, unblemished "white paper," waiting to be inscribed.

For a monk like him, intending to write his own scriptures, it was an enormous temptation.

However, it was said that spirit plants grown from chaos had unpredictable traits—yet this True Man Lingye could already handle chaos, and making paper from such spirit plants must be extremely costly.

He silently calculated the Spirit Stones and treasures he currently could use and cautiously asked, "Donor Li, how many Spirit Stones for one sheet of paper?"

Li Ye didn't expect him to be so direct.

The papermaking was still in the idea and testing phase, so he couldn't give an accurate answer—neither too high nor too low would be appropriate.

So he simply smiled mysteriously: "Let's keep it a mystery for now. Maybe I'll hold an auction for it at the time, and I'll send you an invitation then."

Ci Zhu's heart skipped a beat.

Auction.

That meant the price for such "Chaos Spirit Paper" would likely be unimaginably high.

Thus.

The monk sighed softly.

He pondered for a moment with downcast eyes.

When he looked up again, there was a clear resolution in his eyes.

He said solemnly, "Then this humble monk will prepare and await the donor's invitation."

Having said that.

He took his leave on his own.

Li Ye watched his departing figure with some confusion.

What was this guy thinking?

It wasn't like he mentioned a very high price, so why did he act like it would empty him out?

...

At this time.

In the outside world.

During the scorching summer, the Four Seasons Sect suddenly sent messages throughout the realm, informing all areas under their influence of the news.

They were recruiting disciples for True Man Lingye.

Once initiated, the disciples would learn the most authentic magical techniques taught by the Dragon Clan of the Suspended Sea.

This announcement caused a sensation throughout the Tao Furnace Realm, almost shaking the entire realm.

The last time the Four Seasons Sect recruited disciples like this was over two hundred years ago, right?

That brilliant Golden Core True Man proved Tao to Nascent Soul in just a hundred years, and then took those disciples skilled in array and artifact refining, setting sail on an immortal boat to spread the Four Seasons Sect's legacy.

Now they were opening the mountain gate again.

And it was for that True Man Lingye, whose tales were widely spread in the Tao Furnace Realm—without Li Ye even knowing, his exploits had been disseminated by the Four Seasons Sect throughout the entire realm.

Father of the Potato Flood Dragon, cultivator of various novel materials, pioneer of the lifeless land on Celestial Vein Sword Mountain, expert in raising Spirit Beasts, powerful cultivator with a heart for mortals, savior of small worlds…

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