A Silver Tongue

"Good boy!"

Dao Hong Dao Venerable's cultivation was beyond measure. The moment the book entered his hand, though he had not even opened it, he had already seen all its contents. He could not help praising the boy inwardly, then found it rather amusing.

Since attaining the Nascent Soul, Dao Hong Dao Venerable had swept aside all peers and been hailed as invincible. From that time on, no one had dared joke with him. By now, ten thousand years had passed.

Even Dao Hong Dao Venerable had to admire Gao Xian's nerve. Giving him an erotic picture book—none of his fellow cultivators at the same level would dare do such a thing.

He had long heard that Gao Xian enjoyed drawing erotic picture books. After all, such a hobby was simply too unusual.

As for the illustrations in this book, the Dao Venerable truly could not praise them. They were so realistic that they lost all artistic conception and spiritual resonance. In terms of artistic level, they were rather low. Yet in terms of technique, they differed greatly from the styles handed down through the ages and could be called exquisite.

As for the content, there was not much to say. The story was overly simple, and the cultivation method recorded within was excessively crude.

Dao Hong Dao Venerable found it quite amusing, but he could not let Gao Xian off so easily. If he dared tease a Dao Venerable, he had to be prepared to pay the price.

With a faintly amused smile, Dao Hong Dao Venerable flipped through the book in his hand and casually asked, "Did you write this?"

"It is indeed my humble work."

Gao Xian answered respectfully, "My wisdom and knowledge are insufficient, and there are many errors and crude passages within. I ask that