Ah Chou took out another book from the storage space for Chang Feng. It was another picture book, but this one was written in traditional Chinese characters, suggesting it was a long-ago collection. Looking at the story on it, well, it finally seemed normal.
However, Changfeng couldn't help but ask Achou out of curiosity, "Then what's the deal with that sketchbook you just gave me?"
"Uh, well, it's just a practice piece," Ah Chou explained to Chang Feng a little embarrassedly. "I was just thinking that I could make money without showing my face."
Changfeng naturally didn't understand what A Chou meant. Moreover, he knew nothing about making money, after all, he was a sword spirit, and every master he had ever had was a swordsman.
How many swordsmen need to earn their own money? If they need to earn their own money and don't have time to practice swordsmanship, how can they become swordsmen? In any case, every owner of his is rich.
Ah Chou and Chang Feng were now on the same wavelength, so Ah Chou shared his thoughts and even showed him the sequel he had written, explaining how to incorporate the plot.
After hearing Ah Chou's explanation, Chang Feng roughly understood. Moreover, as the spirit of a pen, writing and drawing were indeed very suitable for him, so Chang Feng looked down again.
Moonlight streamed through the window, casting eerie shadows between the bookshelves. The boy unconsciously walked deeper into the room, the strange sound growing clearer. Just as he was about to reach the source of the sound, a mysterious light flashed, and he instantly lost consciousness.
When he awoke again, he found himself in an unfamiliar space, surrounded by thick fog, with the faint outlines of ancient buildings visible. He moved forward cautiously, when suddenly he heard a voice whisper in his ear: "Only by finding the lost spirit pearl can you return to reality."
He explored this mysterious space, encountering all sorts of strange creatures and mysterious traps. There were giant birds that could breathe fire, and a moving plant maze.
In a moment of crisis, he unexpectedly discovered that he could manipulate the elemental forces around him; fire and water transformed into powerful weapons in his hands. With this power, he gradually delved into the heart of this mysterious world.
Finally, he found the Spirit Pearl in an ancient castle. The moment he picked it up, it shone brightly, and he was back in the library.
However, he discovers he bears a mysterious mission, for his adventure uncovers a shocking secret hidden by the academy for many years. An even greater fantasy journey awaits him…
After reading it, Changfeng said very frankly, "This doesn't seem like a complete story; it's more like a synopsis. And since you're using the sect leader as a prototype, why not write it based on his real experiences? Anyway, no reader will take it seriously, and they certainly won't investigate. Wouldn't it be easier to write it this way? Why make you rack your brains to write it?"
Ah Chou immediately refused, "No, no, the internet is so developed now, and there are all kinds of cultivators. What if someone takes it seriously? Wouldn't it be easy to find out? The sect leader still needs to study and take the college entrance exam in peace. We can't let messy things interfere with his studies."
That seems to make sense. "Why don't you write something else, like something we've seen or experienced? That way, even if someone investigates, they won't be able to trace it back to the sect leader."
Ah Chou was a little troubled. "I've thought about this before, but the things I've experienced... are all kinds of deaths, some guilty, some deserved, some wronged and unjustly accused. How am I supposed to write about them? What if they can't be published? Wouldn't it be a waste of time?"
That is indeed a problem. So, how about writing about what I know? I can tell you, and you can write or draw it. Or you can write about me as a model.
For a moment, Ah Chou felt that all sorts of ideas were popping up in his mind, as if he could write dozens of opening chapters in one go. But having too many ideas was like being stuck in traffic, making it impossible to sort out a clear thread.
It seems my idea is quite good, but it's very difficult to implement!
In the end, Ah Chou could only say, "Let's wait until the sect leader has time and ask him what he thinks. After all, the sect leader's mind is extraordinary, far superior to ours."
Changfeng hadn't known Shang Lin for long, so he didn't know much about him. But, "Shang Lin is so busy, where would he find the time to discuss these things with you? Besides, he's just a student, he might not even know these things. Didn't you say you have everything on your phone? Then just look at it on your phone, you have plenty of time anyway."
Ah Chou, "..."
Yes, even Changfeng knows how busy the sect leader is. How could I have forgotten? Besides, the sect leader is an outsider. There are many things he can't do compared to these old fogies. It's better to ask Xing Tian than him.
Realizing he was grasping at straws, he immediately said, "You're right. You should take on more of the responsibility of taking care of Xiaobai, lest the God loses his patience. If he's in a bad mood, we won't have such a good place to stay."
Changfeng hurriedly said, "But I don't have a cell phone yet. I see that each of you has one."
“I’ll call Xing Tian; he’s in charge of finances in the sect.” Ah Chou immediately took out his phone. “No disciple in the sect will be shortchanged from anything they’re entitled to.”
However, thinking that Xing Tian might be busy, A Chou sent him a message: Chang Feng doesn't have a cell phone yet. When do you have time? I have something I want to ask you.
Shang Lin was unaware that the disciples in his sect would come up with any means to make money. Meanwhile, Xing Tian, because of the medicinal herbs that Chi Xie brought back, decided to open another account to do food live streams, or even mukbangs, specifically to make dishes with medicinal herbs.
Anyway, the demon cultivators have huge appetites, far beyond what ordinary humans can even dream of. Why waste such good resources?
However, Xing Tian's suggestion to do a food livestream was immediately rejected by Chi Xie, because food livestreams require showing one's face, and which of these demon cultivators could show their face? Doing a food livestream was fine, but they couldn't use the medicinal herbs produced in the Dragon Spirit Tower.
Laymen can't see anything wrong, but experts can tell at a glance. They just want to make money, not cause unnecessary trouble for the sect leader and Yuntai Sect.
Xing Tian, Shang Lin's number one "fan," naturally defended everything about him without any bottom line, and immediately decided to make food videos. However, since he couldn't do mukbang (eating broadcasts), he didn't need to open a separate account.
Let's revise the script for their video again. For example, the general and his wife have now come from ancient times to the modern era. They missed each other before, but now they can evoke some memories through food, and so on.
Xing Tian immediately called a meeting. He was just worried about what kind of short videos they could make to attract more fans, and this was it. If it weren't for the Red Scorpion's aura of keeping people at a distance, he would have thought...
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