"Descending in rank one by one—interesting..."
Liang Qu rolled up his sleeves, eager to try.
He was no stranger to the term Contemplation Diagram.
Many scholars in Da Shun's streets never passed the provincial examination in their entire lives, yet they were brimming with imagination. Countless storybooks featured protagonists who stumbled upon a mysterious Contemplation Diagram. It looked utterly ordinary, but its training effects were dozens of times greater than anyone else's.
He had never expected the Imperial Astronomical Bureau to create such a thing one day.
Nor had he expected to become one of its founders, standing at its very pinnacle.
He imagined some day, several thousand years from now, when paths crisscrossed between fields and the sounds of chickens and dogs carried through the air. Beneath a shack propped up by yellow bamboo, under blazing sunlight, a dark-skinned youth dug a tattered painting out of a dirt pit baked scorching hot by the sun.
The painting's edges had been gnawed away by time like dog teeth. The artist's name could no longer be discerned, leaving behind only a single character: "Liang."
Yet with this very Contemplation Diagram of unknown origin, the youth entered a martial academy and slaughtered his way through all opposition, crushing the Third Rank, Second Rank, and even First Rank diagrams of countless noble heirs!
And this was merely an Ink Treasure casually left behind several millennia ago by some great master surnamed Liang!
Hiss!
Why did that suddenly feel so satisfying?
"Hehehe~"
Lan Jicai's hand paused on the door ring. He glanced sideways in confusion. "What are you laughing at?"
"Ahem, don't mind it." Liang Qu waved him off and followed Lan Jicai over the threshold into the room.
He looked around.
The room spanned a full fifty square meters and resembled a calligraphy