Zixuan... crossed out, dwelling beyond the world.
Tan Shuchang, four years into cultivation, eighth month, fifth day.
When you felt too embarrassed to refuse someone's request, you might as well think carefully about what purpose had prompted them to approach you in the first place.
So...
Faced with the request of a Fierce Ghost fleeing the Netherworld, I did not agree. I decisively refused it.
Looking at the words that had appeared on the piece of Stone-Sinking Wood bark in his hand, Tan Shuchang's expression was somewhat hard to describe.
He had originally intended to take advantage of his excellent mood to write an essay.
After all, there were people who admired the literary talent of Tan himself!
Yet after dawdling for half the day, he had written only three lines: time, place, and person. So he had no choice but to settle for poetry instead. But after racking his brains for ages, all he managed was one line: "Surely the finest wonder among all flowers."
It was about plum blossoms.
Though there were no plum blossoms here, that did not matter. What literati wanted was the ability to spin a tale.
Thus, Tan Shuchang had no choice but to start writing a diary again.
This flowed much more smoothly.
As for why he was using Stone-Sinking Wood bark again, it was because this was the only artifact-refining material he possessed that could sense qi fluctuations. And if he wrote on this kind of artifact-refining material, then even if it was stolen again, he could erase it immediately—and take the opportunity to mock the thief.
The reason Tan Shuchang was in such a good mood was naturally because he had refined that ghostly shadow.
After refining the ghostly shadow, although he had not gotten another Fierce Ghost Lifting Lotus