The Half-Saint Yu Chu had pioneered the path of the Novelists' School.
Although no one had since become a Half-Saint through this path, at the very least, Sage Yu had still been formidable.
Lin Ke had no idea how formidable.
But from what Chen An said, the Novelists' School seemed rather special.
Chen An had also recovered by then, the grief in his heart replaced by the drive for revenge.
"Brother Lin, perhaps you should learn about the Novelists' School's power of imagination as well." Chen An handed Lin Ke the exceedingly precious book handwritten by a Half-Saint.
The first time, Chen An had already suggested that Lin Ke study it first and undergo qi induction before him.
But back then, Lin Ke had felt he had other ideas, and he had also been unwilling to take something someone else cherished.
This was a book for entering the Path that Chen An had inherited from his mother, yet Lin Ke was supposed to snatch it away and study it first?
That was not something Lin Ke would do.
Now, however, Chen An had already completed qi induction, so Lin Ke accepted Yu Chu's Miscellaneous Tales.
"With your gifts, Brother Lin, qi induction will surely come more easily to you than it did to me." Chen An sounded a little wistful. Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he smiled and said, "It took me two days to complete qi induction. I wonder how long you'll take... All right, Brother Lin, go back and work on qi induction first. I need to start setting up my imaginary world."
"Setting it up?" Lin Ke was puzzled. "Brother Chen, are you sure? You're only in the first realm..."
And only in the early stage of the first realm, at that. Lin