In the outskirts of Shangjing.
Inside a farmhouse deep in Xiao Nan Mountain.
Ye Yuan was currently admiring the wood carving Old Hao had brought out.
No, it could no longer be called a mere work.
It was more fitting to call it a piece of art—or a treasure.
Ever since Ye Yuan had gained Mental Power.
Learning things had become simple and easy for him.
When he obtained his first piece of agarwood, he realized.
That if he could not make proper use of these high-grade woods.
He would truly be wasting this opportunity.
From then on, he began teaching himself wood carving.
With Mental Power as a cheat.
It took him only a short time to teach himself wood carving to a considerable level.
There had even been a period.
When he believed he had reached the master level.
But after obtaining the Zigang Knife Technique.
And reading its descriptions.
He finally understood his own shortcomings.
If his earlier wood carvings had merely captured the outward form.
Then after learning the Zigang Knife Technique.
The works Ye Yuan created had reached the level of capturing the spirit.
Yet the wood carving before him now.
Had already surpassed the very realm of resemblance.
Placed there.
It gave people the impression that it was a living creature.
This feeling could only be sensed after one's carving reached a certain level.
As for ordinary people, it was truly difficult for them to see what made the work exceptional.
That was what made Old Hao so formidable.
It was also the highest realm pursued in wood carving.
The Great Dao was simple.
Ye Yuan had previously been pursuing this realm as well.
Yet no matter how hard he tried, the things he carved always seemed to lack something.
But now, when he