A strange scene unfolded inside the study.
Chen Shi'an kept his eyes tightly shut, yet inked characters continued to appear beneath his brush.
Even after the ink on his brush had run dry, he continued writing.
Characters still appeared beneath its tip, but they were no longer inked characters. Each glowed with a faint blue-green light.
However, these faintly glowing characters did not linger long. After remaining on the paper for roughly three breaths, they vanished.
Time slowly passed, until a full hour had gone by.
Chen Shi'an stopped, gently placed his brush on its rest, and slowly opened his eyes.
The instant his eyes opened, brilliant light streamed from them, as though two lamps had lit up in the dim study.
Only after a full six breaths did the brilliance in his eyes slowly recede and disappear.
At the same time, a radiant smile spread across Chen Shi'an's face.
He had entered the Dao through calligraphy!
Shen Junru had cultivated diligently for decades without ever finding the way in.
Yet after merely writing in his study for an hour, Chen Shi'an had actually crossed the threshold of Confucian School cultivation.
Flowers carefully planted refused to bloom, while a willow cutting casually thrust into the ground grew into a canopy of shade.
If Shen Junru learned of this, what would she think?
By writing the works of sages, he had cultivated Mind Power.
At this moment, Chen Shi'an had actually gained an air of scholarly refinement, untouched by worldly dust.
Meanwhile, over that hour, the Mind Power in his mind had grown noticeably, greatly consolidating his Third Grade Mind Cultivator realm.
"So this is how one enters the Dao of the Confucian School?"
Chen Shi'an murmured to himself.
Then he picked up his brush again, dipped it generously in