The Imperial-Grade Book Writer

Ma Feifei could tell from Old Man Wang's expression that he cared deeply about his crippled leg.

"You may leave. I won't make paper for you." Old Man Wang shook his head, then closed his eyes and fell silent.

Ma Feifei smiled. Old Man Wang had clearly been tempted, but he probably didn't believe Ma Feifei could heal his leg.

"I can heal your leg first. Then we can talk about the rest." After speaking, Ma Feifei took a yellow-grade book from his spatial ring. It was the first yellow-grade book to appear in the Mysterious Bookstore: the Thousand Gold Formulas.

"Yellow-grade!" Old Man Wang and Li Chenzhou stared at the book in Ma Feifei's hands, their faces filled with shock.

The grades of books produced by book writers were the same as the qualities assigned by Ma Feifei's system. They started with white paper books, and yellow-grade books could give birth to book spirits and create worlds within their pages, allowing cultivators to enter them.

The only difference was that books of each grade had varying levels of quality. For example, yellow-grade books could be ordinary, high-quality, or perfect. There was a considerable difference between books of the same grade but different levels, especially at higher grades, where the gap between the three levels became even more pronounced.

As a book produced by the system, this yellow-grade book was naturally a perfect-grade one.

"Is this a perfect-grade medical book?" Old Man Wang looked excited. As a paper-maker, he had studied books to some extent, and could tell the Thousand Gold Formulas' grade at a glance.

"That's right. Your leg was crippled by a book writer, and by a special method. Ordinary doctors wouldn't be able to heal it. Am I right?" Ma Feifei looked at Old Man Wang's right