pertwk Chapter 30: If it doesn't work out, I'll cover the losses.
Chapter 30: If it doesn't work out, I'll cover the losses.
After a short while, Wang Yan carried a small pulp bucket about the size of a soccer ball and gestured to the handyman responsible for pouring the pulp to pour in one-third of it. Then, he carried it to the No. 15 pulp pool, which was assigned to him and Huo Erdan. Ignoring the Level 2 Spirit Sprout who came to cut the paper, he sat cross-legged.
The character "神" (divine) in Wang Yan's sea of consciousness was constantly being pieced together and then separated, through Wang Yan's repeated attempts and rejections.
"As thin as a mulberry leaf... No, not many level-two spirit sprouts can write this character 'Thin God'! If they can't write it, they can't use it!"
"The surface condenses rapidly, becoming as thick as a mulberry leaf... The amount of Xuan Qi has decreased, but the condensation speed is too fast, and the humidity is insufficient, making it somewhat brittle."
The word "mulberry leaf" cannot be changed for the time being, because this is the thickness of the paper that was determined after many trials by other divine writers. Other metaphors describing thinness, such as thick leaves, thin leaves, or blades, are not as useful as it.
Wang Yan was frowning when Steward Qiu, wiping the sweat from his face with a towel, walked over curiously.
Looking at the cardboard that had just solidified in the pulp box in front of Wang Yan, Manager Qiu's sparse eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly, then relaxed again, and he shook his head: "Junior Brother Wang, I'm afraid this won't do. It's a bit brittle; it'll easily fall apart when you cut it, and it'll deform when you peel it!"
Wang Yan nodded in agreement with Steward Qiu's assessment: "I also think this one is too crisp. I'll try some others."
With a flick of his hand, he stirred the newly formed cardboard back into the box.
Manager Qiu immediately relaxed and comforted him, "Actually, the divine script on this paper is really not easy to change. I heard that even the former chief of the Divine Script Peak, Uncle Deng, had considered making changes."
"But for hundreds of years, he has cultivated from the Profound Movement Realm to the Solid Foundation Realm. He has tried all sorts of words, such as thin silk, silk, and satin, but he has not succeeded in changing them because they consume too much profound energy."
Wang Yan sensed the worry in Steward Qiu's eyes and quickly assured him, "Don't worry, I won't expend too much Xuan Qi. Of course, Erdan's cultivation is deeper than mine, so he can last a little longer. I can think of something else."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Steward Qiu immediately echoed with a smile, then looked at him hesitantly: "So, that speed combat technique, was it the first divine script you came up with? And that poison script that Zhu Siniu was punished with, was it the second? There aren't any others?"
"You know," Wang Yan replied with a laugh, "I tend to overthink things, so I've come up with quite a few divine inscriptions, though some I've had the chance to try out and others I haven't. If Zhu Siniu hadn't been targeting me so relentlessly, I wouldn't have used them on him!"
Butler Qiu immediately chimed in with disdain, "Zhu Siniu is indeed outrageous. He's not focused on his work and always likes to swear. It's good that you punished him; it'll teach him to behave himself in the future. So, aren't you going to submit that section of poison-type divine script?"
After a slight pause, Wang Yan understood. He cautiously looked around and lowered his voice, "It's better not to report this kind of divine script than to report it, lest others learn it and use it against me. What do you think?"
Manager Qiu was taken aback for a moment, then gave an awkward smile: "You're right! Okay, then you keep thinking, I'll get back to work."
Wang Yan watched his somewhat embarrassed back and smiled meaningfully.
Now, I'm afraid many people want to know the contents of that divine text, right?
However, those who know the truth will surely swallow it down.
Otherwise, if you accidentally get infected, you'll feel terrible!
He wasn't close to Steward Qiu, so there was no need to reveal it.
He then readjusted his approach.
"Words like silk and satin cannot be used, perhaps because they are semi-finished products rather than raw materials, and they consume a lot of Xuan Qi."
From what Steward Qiu said, Wang Yan could guess that Deng Jianghui should have been able to modify the divine script on the condensed paper into a usable form.
Deng Jianghui could easily handle such a simple task.
It was simply because it consumed too much profound energy, making it unsuitable for disciples of the Profound Movement Realm to use, which is why it was not activated.
If you want to make changes, you must first ensure that you can use them yourself.
Wang Yan tried to condense the paper several more times, but failed, and his Xuan Qi was almost exhausted.
His forehead and nose were unconsciously covered in a fine sheen of sweat from his concentration.
It's a rather mentally taxing task.
After all, there were no similar articles to refer to in my previous life.
But I am, after all, a top liberal arts student from a prestigious university!
If there's nothing to learn from, then figure it out yourself.
Wang Yan stopped to recover his profound energy.
He could sense that many of the Level 2 Spirit Sprouts who came to their new pulp mill to cut paper were giving him strange looks.
After the spirit sprouts finished cutting the cardboard, they carried the planks away and walked a few steps away, thinking he couldn't hear them, they began to whisper among themselves.
"I heard Wang Yan wants to modify the divine script on that condensed paper?"
"What do you mean 'heard'? He's thinking about it right now!"
"Oh, so he succeeded with the previous evasion rune and earned a lot of points, so he wants to try this one? Do you think he can succeed?"
"He's dreaming! He's lucky if he succeeds once; how could he possibly succeed every time!"
"Exactly! Judging from the way he looked just now, he definitely failed! And Manager Qiu didn't even bother to help him!"
"The white Literary Heart Flower is taller than even the grandmasters of Divine Literary Peak. It must have been given special attention by an inner sect grandmaster. As long as Steward Qiu and Huo Erdan don't interfere with the work, they won't interfere!"
With the aid of "hearing from all directions," Wang Yan heard clearly but was too lazy to argue.
Scholars have always relied on their writings to speak for themselves.
After another ten or so breaths, while he was still recovering his profound energy, he heard Huo Erdan standing at the edge of the paper-condensing pool, asking him loudly with concern, "How is it, Yanzi? Did you figure it out?"
"No! It's really hard to change." Wang Yan calmly shook his head. "Can you still keep going? Do you want me to take your place?"
"Think about it again, I believe you can figure it out!" Huo Erdan quickly looked around, then lowered his voice again: "It's okay to fail once or twice. If you really figure it out, not only will it save us trouble and time, but you can also apply again! I'm looking forward to you becoming an inner disciple as soon as possible, and becoming my big backer!"
So certain!
What a great brother!
Meeting Huo Erdan's encouraging and expectant eyes, Wang Yan felt a warmth in his heart and smiled: "You have so much confidence in me?"
"That's right, a white, six-petaled flower of literary talent. Even Master Deng admires you, so of course I'm confident!" Huo Erdan said confidently, "Give it a try!"
Wang Yan smiled contentedly and looked into the distance.
I happened to see a handyman peeling dried cardboard off the drying board.
My somewhat confused mind suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
"Oh dear, I didn't expect my thinking to be affected too, always thinking about 'condense, condense, condense.' Actually, I could have used a different word!"
After combining the divine runes in his mind and casting the spell, Wang Yan carefully checked the dryness, thickness, and toughness of the paper in the small paper pulp bucket in front of him, and the corners of his mouth quickly turned up in joy.