On a person's face, appeared an entry about food?

What a horrifying matter this is!

Chen Xu listened to Liu Xi's tearful recounting, while focusing his gaze on the entries on his face:

[Thousand Threads Mask, Medicinal Gu enters the body, devours the true face, and then weaves a false face with spun threads.

This living thing, once peeled off, can be incinerated to ashes, and when consumed by living creatures, will produce the effect of speaking insincerely. Learn lies, become accustomed to lies.]

What a bizarre entry this is.

Chen Xu was instantly thoughtful, lies?

He recalled Liu Xi's previous narration.

Liu Xi, with a sobbing tone, said: "That night it rained heavily, and the rain washed away most of the new soil covering me.

With a heart full of resentment and unwillingness, I knocked open the lid of the thin coffin and struggled to climb out from it.

You ask me why I didn't report to the local authorities, but I tell you, I did report it!

How could I not report to the authorities?

However, when the government summoned my heartless adopted son and wicked wife to court, they adamantly denied that I was me!

Yes, I was not me... but if I wasn't me, then who had I become?"

He began to speak nonsensically, as if babbling in madness.

Just as everyone was bewildered, someone even anxiously said: "What do you mean you're not you? You must've lost your marbles, right?"

Liu Xi's hand suddenly trembled, and his raised arm fell by three parts.

The peculiar ancient inkstone he held thickened its smoke under the sunlight, and Liu Xi shook his head, suddenly shouting angrily:

"Who's lost their marbles? Not me! I truly am Liu Xi, I just... I've just had my face swapped!"

He cried again: "I just had my face swapped, I lost my original face. Although I crawled out of the coffin, not a single person in Guangde County recognized me.

They wouldn't acknowledge that I am Liu Xi, even accusing me of the crime of desecrating another's grave.

Instead, that scoundrel had a legitimate reason to counterattack me, using my dye shop, my money, hiring a bunch of idlers to chase me around.

They chased me out of Guangde County, pursued me to the point where I had nowhere to go, no one to plead for help.

I truly found no way out, having heard of the grand event at Qihai Mountain, I gathered my final strength to come and seek help.

I've heard that all of you are virtuous and talented, I beg you all to save a humble person like me. Sob sob sob..."

He finally cried while prostrated on the ground, the inkstone in his hand half-relying on the grass, reflecting the sunlight which shimmered a cloud-like mist.

Someone suddenly realized and exclaimed: "The ancient inkstone, there's a change in this ancient inkstone again. How could this be? This person merely tells his grievance asking for a solution, why would the ancient inkstone change as well?"

As the exclamations arose, streams of sights were cast toward the billowing mist.

The mist flowed like ink, gradually forming the outline of a landscape under everyone's gaze.

Zhou Zhuo couldn't help but murmur under his breath: "The landscape illusion reappears, it's very similar to when Wei Song activated it with true qi previously. Could it be that this person, by sheer coincidence, truly stumbled upon the direction to unravel the ancient inkstone puzzle?"

As the mountain and water patterns became more distinct, the pattern flowed and underwent a second transformation.

This time, all the mountain and river illusions melted away in the sunlight.

Then, transformed into a rising halo.

The halo reflected in the sunlight, suspended high above Liu Xi's head, as if it were a miniature sun, at this moment enveloping Liu Xi with its brilliance.

Liu Xi was stunned too, holding the ancient inkstone, he knelt on the ground, raised his head to gaze at the halo above.

He muttered blankly: "This, what is this?"

He himself didn't know what it was, and everyone present also looked on bewildered.

Suddenly, a young voice amidst the crowd exclaimed: "Look again, the halo has patterns on it, I've figured it out, the ancient inkstone puzzle must lie within these patterns!"

"How strange, why are the patterns on the halo so twisted?

Though they connect end to end, they always seem to diverge, I've watched them for so long that I actually started to feel dizzy..."

Zhou Zhuo also felt dizzy, he opened his eyes wide, mobilized a breath from the Dantian, attempting to stimulate his eye power to clearly discern the direction of those pattern connections.

He always felt that if he could figure out the connection principles of these patterns, perhaps he could unravel this ancient inkstone puzzle.

Zhou Zhuo, after all, was a prodigy of the moment, though he always modestly claimed not to be good at solving puzzles. When his peers compared him with Chen Xu, he would modestly step back in concord.

But being known at a young age and naturally extraordinary, how could Zhou Zhuo not have his pride?

Does he truly not wish to surpass Chen Xu?

No, he does!

"Mountains and rivers..." Zhou Zhuo murmured, "This diagram seems quite similar to some patterns in Lu Ban's Book, and it deconstructs imagery with landscapes.

When I was cultivating, with my divine thought still, during meditations with heaven and earth, I occasionally seemed to see similar patterns in my dreams.

I once thought those were merely illusions caused by excessive cultivation, mental confusion, but they weren't...

What secrets do these patterns contain?"

He couldn't help but stand up, heart surging, emotions high.

Zhou Zhuo had a premonition that if he could unravel the secrets in the halo pattern, his Qi Cultivation would surely advance by leaps and bounds.

Reading can open the Sea of Literature, while Qi Cultivation can prolong life, and even touch upon the essence of the world's meaning from another aspect.

In Chen Xu's "Knight's Journey", the knight "Ten Steps Kill One, and travel a thousand miles without leaving a trace".

And if Zhou Zhuo could comprehend the secrets within the strange patterns of the ancient inkstone now, would he not also be able to "travel a thousand miles without leaving a trace" in the future?

The True Qi in Zhou Zhuo's Dantian circulated ever more rapidly, his brain simultaneously racing, steam rising from his face, his cheeks flushing, and large drops of sweat trickling down his forehead.

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