Ten Days of the Bookwriting Contest

"Hey, can I join in? I own a mine, how about we gamble it out?" A voice reached their ears, and the two turned around but saw no one.

"Here you go, here you go." Ba Jiu stood in front of them, watching these two idiots looking around, and he was furious.

"Strange, Elder Lian, did you hear anyone talking?" the richly dressed man said, frowning as he moved to the side.

"I didn't hear anything." The cultivator called Elder Lian said the same thing. The two disappeared into the crowd, one on the left and one on the right, leaving Ba Jiu completely bewildered.

"What do you mean? Are you looking down on me Ba Jiu?"

What Ba Jiu didn't know was that ever since Ma Feifei made a fortune through gambling, cultivators across the entire Azure Dragon Continent had reached a consensus: never gamble against anyone from the Mysterious Bookstore, because there was absolutely no chance of winning.

So no matter who Ba Jiu approaches next, or whether he opens a sale openly, everyone acts as if they don't see him and ignores Ba Jiu, which leaves Ba Jiu speechless.

"Caicai, what are you doing?" Ba Jiu, who had returned dejectedly, came back to Zhang Caicai's side and found that Zhang Caicai was listless, like a wilted eggplant. He couldn't help but ask with concern.

Zhang Caicai shook her head, her voice somewhat low. "It's nothing."

"This isn't like you, Caicai." Following Zhang Caicai's gaze, Ba Jiu noticed that he had been focusing on the young man on the stage. He assumed Zhang Caicai was worried about Ma Feifei, so he patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, although I don't know how to write a book, in this world, no one can beat the shopkeeper."

"What if this person came from the outside world?" Zhang Caicai replied subconsciously.

"Huh?" Ba Jiu was taken aback. The outside world? Ba Jiu looked up at the sky. The sun was rising. Unbeknownst to him, Ma Feifei and the others had been fighting a book battle all night.

"How could there be another world?" Ba Jiu clearly didn't believe Zhang Caicai's words. He turned his gaze to Ma Feifei, who was focused on writing on the stage, and said with great confidence, "Besides, even if there were, I believe the shopkeeper is the most powerful. No one can beat the old man like him."

Compared to Ba Jiu's blind faith, Zhang Caicai was less confident, nodding listlessly and looking sullen.

Ba Jiu didn't understand why Zhang Caicai was suddenly like this, but he was still young and didn't know how to comfort people. Seeing that his comforting was ineffective, he simply stopped trying and continued to write his book while staring at the two people on the stage.

A day passed... Everyone watched with anticipation as the two wrote their book. On this day, the sky was filled with the turbulent Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, and the clouds blocked out the sun, so not a ray of sunlight could be seen.

The next day passed... Everyone watched the two write their book with focused attention. On this day, dark clouds gathered, thunder and lightning flashed, and a torrential downpour began.

The third day passed... The crowd below the arena was scattered everywhere, and there were even more tables and chairs, small tents set up, and people were drinking.

Day four...

On the ninth day... most of the time everyone spent on other things; some cultivated in place, some closed their eyes to rest, and some contemplated life.

Until the tenth day, at the moment the sun rises.

Sunlight streamed across the vast wilderness, landing on the arena.

"Buzz~!"

A piercing tremor startled everyone.

"Whoosh~~"

"Whoosh~~"

"Whoosh~~"

Countless figures Phantom Organization into afterimages and instantly appeared below the arena, their gazes fixed intently on the stage.

"It's about to be published!" a cultivator said in a deep voice.

"I didn't expect this young man to be so skilled." Another cultivator watched the young man swiftly traversing the long table. He wielded his brush with effortless grace and vigor, the table before him gleaming with golden light as the first rays of sunlight shone upon it.

With a loud 'boom!', the long table erupted with a powerful aura, directly blasting the young man back three steps, even knocking the pen out of his hand.

"It's done!" Zhang Ke pushed away the maid who was helping him, and looked at the book that was slowly rising and gleaming with golden light. His face was filled with excitement and joy.

Writing a book of "Yellow Quality" would be quite difficult for him, especially since he used the lowest quality paper and ink. Under normal circumstances, he would need to write about ten books to produce one book of "Yellow Quality".

So overall, this can be considered an exceptional performance, and Zhang Ke expressed great satisfaction.

Catching the floating Yellow Quality book, Zhang Ke stroked his masterpiece before looking up at Ma Feifei, only to find him still writing, with no sign of it being completed.

"Looks like nothing special." Zhang Ke smiled contemptuously. He hadn't paid much attention to this world, because it was too weak for him. Not only did it lack the Immortal Realm, but due to the flaws in its Great Dao, it couldn't produce the materials needed for writing books. In the minds of book writers, such a world was the lowest and most worthless.

Furthermore, this world is subject to a mysterious restriction, making it impossible to enter under normal circumstances.

Even though he was the author of the book, he only entered this world by borrowing the Book Spirit's secret technique, but there was a time limit and his cultivation level was also restricted.

The reason we came in is because an immortal has actually appeared in this world!

You should know that under normal circumstances, it's impossible for immortals to appear here.

In order to find out the reason, Zhang Ke used the Book Spirit's secret method to enter this world. After some investigation, Zhang Ke discovered that the one who became an immortal was Cang Lan, the dean of the Vast Academy, and the one who helped Cang Lan become an immortal was a Mysterious Bookstore.

Most importantly, Zhang Ke discovered that the books in this Bookstore actually possessed various magical effects and could even give birth to Book Spirit!

In other words, a book author has actually appeared in this world!

Authors! The noblest profession in the world is that in his world, authors are a rare profession, let alone in a low-level alternate dimension like the Azure Dragon Continent.

Faced with this astonishing news, Zhang Ke began frantically searching for information about the Bookstore and ultimately decided to ambush them in this desolate place, intending to have a contest between authors to test their strengths and weaknesses before making a decision.

However, looking at it now, Zhang Ke realized that he had taken the other party too seriously.

"It was all those damned natives who tricked me!" Zhang Ke glanced at the onlookers below the arena. Although his face remained unchanged, he had made up his mind to take these natives with him when he left, as Punishment for them deceiving him, the esteemed author of the book.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, Zhang Ke frowned and turned to look at Ma Feifei.

At first glance, Zhang Ke didn't notice anything special, but as Ma Feifei wrote word by word, Zhang Ke suddenly noticed that a faint aura was emanating from the long table in front of Ma Feifei. He was very familiar with this aura; it was the aura that the author emitted before completing the book.

"Is he really going to write a book?" Zhang Ke felt inexplicably nervous; he hadn't expected this young man to have some talent.

"No, the laws of this world simply do not allow for the emergence of high-level authors. Even if he were to complete a book, it would at most be a Blue Quality one," Zhang Ke thought to himself.