Mysterious Pearl Record

Mysterious Pearl Record "All of them?"

"This..."

Hearing Qing Nü's words, Wang Taixiao staggered, nearly falling to the ground!

The Taoist scripture collection in Supreme Truth Temple numbered no fewer than eight hundred, if not a thousand!

If he had to copy out every one of those hundreds of Dao Scriptures, how much time would that take? When would he ever finish?

Wang Taixiao calculated the workload and was suddenly overcome by the urge to weep without tears. Yet Qing Nü was utterly serious, and Wang Xuanlan showed no sign of objection. Seeing them both looking at him, he could only grit his teeth, nod, and accept the punishment.

"Yes..."

"Rest assured, True Person. I will certainly finish copying them!"

Qing Nü nodded.

"Good! There's no rush. You can go start copying them now."

"Yes, True Person, Master! This disciple takes his leave."

Wang Taixiao answered and withdrew.

Only after he had left did Qing Nü's gaze settle on Wang Xuanlan. She continued, "All right, let's talk."

Hearing this, Wang Xuanlan froze for a moment, then seemed to realize something.

"True Person... you guessed?"

"Obviously!"

Qing Nü shot him a cold glance. "How many times have you run over to my place these past three years? You say it was only to pay homage to Tai Ping Taoist Temple? Do you take me for a fool?"

"I wouldn't dare!"

Wang Xuanlan hurriedly shook his head.

"Go on, then. What do you need from me?"

Qing Nü sat down beside him, looking at Wang Xuanlan as she lightly tapped her arm.

Wang Xuanlan coughed several times.

"It's not..."

"It isn't anything major. This disciple wishes to write a Dao Scripture and pass it down to later generations, but..."

"This disciple worries that my skill is lacking, so I would like to