True Demon, One.
True Demon, Two.
Evil Asura, Zero.
On a slip of green bamboo, Jiang Wang wrote down these few brief words, recording his journey of slaying eighteen True beings of other races.
This bamboo slip was no ordinary item. It had been gifted by Zhong Xuanyin, a member of the Great Void Pavilion.
It could inscribe history, its words revealing the passage of ages.
So long as Jiang Wang wished it, every battle he had fought in the course of slaying those eighteen True beings of other races could be recorded upon the green slip. This ensured that his contributions to the Human Race could never be disputed.
Of course, for now, only the final moments of each foreign-race True Insight cultivator's death were written into the slip. True Person Jiang had no intention of putting on a grand show for those who might find fault with him.
The prairie nights carried a biting wind. When the heavy felt curtain was lifted, it came barging into the tent.
Yuwen Duo stepped inside, the little braids covering his head swinging in neat arcs. Still wrapped in the dust of travel, he looked at Jiang Wang, who was engraving words. "Yo! This bamboo slip is no simple thing!"
Jiang Wang smiled with quiet pride. "You know your stuff."
Yuwen Duo set two jars of fine wine on the ground and sat across from Jiang Wang. "What treasure is this? Tell me about it."
Jiang Wang glanced at him. "Have you heard of the Chronicle Slip?"
The Chronicle Slip, the treasure that guarded Diligent Academy!
It had been refined by Diligent Academy's founding ancestor, forged from Cinnabar Mountain Redwater Heaven, ranked ninth among minor grotto-heavens. Even among grotto-heaven treasures, it ranked near the top.
Though Yuwen Duo had never seen it,