Ink Maiden's Talent

Warhorses galloped, jolting up and down. Even Great Scholars could not write on paper under such conditions.

However, Fang Yun was fully prepared. He first wrapped his mouth in Literary Qi to prevent sound from carrying, then rapidly recited the Sword-Summoning Poem, Dragon Sword Poem, adding a True Dragon Ancient Sword to his Literary Guts. This Dragon Sword Poem had not been written with brush and ink, so its power was limited, but it was still better than nothing.

Then, just as Fang Yun was about to continue reciting the Edge-Concealing Poem, Sword Chant, to maximize the True Dragon Ancient Sword's power, the Ink Maiden in the inkstone suddenly stretched out her delicate little hand and lightly flicked the ink into the air.

Fang Yun was clearly moving at high speed, his body jolting violently. Once the ink entered the air, it should have scattered in all directions, yet it floated before him.

Fang Yun froze for a moment. The Ink Maiden would never fool around at a time like this, so he carefully examined her bright black eyes. Since the Ink Maiden had already acknowledged him as her master, he immediately understood her intentions.

It would have been better not to know. Once Fang Yun learned of the Ink Maiden's ability, he was even more astonished, but he swiftly regained his composure and pointed a finger at one droplet-shaped blob of ink.

The moment he touched the ink, Fang Yun's index finger began writing the Edge-Concealing Poem, Sword Chant.

"An hermit rests upon a treasured sword; through the night, it hums and hums. Men say the sword transforms into a dragon; I only fear wind and thunder..."

Fang Yun's finger was clearly moving continuously, and the path traced by its tip should not have formed words. Yet under his