A hammer struck the summit of Qidao Mountain.
Others could see nothing unusual, but in Cui Jiuyang's eyes, countless purple threads extended from the spot where the hammer had landed and began searching all over the mountain.
The purple threads moved like living vines, darting through cracks in the rocks, valleys, and the corners of building eaves.
But contrary to Cui Jiuyang's expectations, the purple threads did not scatter across Qidao Mountain to search for treasures separately. Instead, they eventually twisted into three strands and headed in three different directions.
The first strand wound around the Confucian Sage's statue, tying a knot at its broad sleeve and flickering with faint purple light.
The second climbed onto the chest of the Daoist Venerable's statue, stopping precisely at the center of the Yin-Yang fish design.
The third stopped in the Buddha statue's hand, settling inside the enormous alms bowl.
Understanding dawned on Cui Jiuyang. These three statues were not merely guardians of the Sage's Heart-each had a fine magical artifact at its core!
He strode toward the Confucian Sage's statue.
The Holy Maiden's word was now law within Divine Path Heaven, and Wang Lu naturally treated Cui Jiuyang with great respect. Thus, when the followers on Qidao Mountain saw Cui Jiuyang climb into the sleeve of the Confucian Sage's statue, they simply pretended not to see him.
Before long, Cui Jiuyang climbed back out of the Confucian Sage's sleeve with a thick writing brush in his hand.
He brushed the dust off himself and held the shaft between his fingertips, examining it closely.
The brush was about the same size as the judge's pens used by martial artists in the jianghu, but it was indeed a writing brush with a bamboo shaft and a weasel-hair tip.
Fine lines of text were engraved