Gu Wen said, "You consider so much for the Human Race, but does anyone consider for you?"
"Of course, isn't your disciple worrying on behalf of Master?"
With his hands covered in ink, Qingcang rubbed Gu Wen's head, the cheesy words and ink causing the latter to step back disdainfully, yet he couldn't break free due to his inadequate cultivation.
He returned to his room to cultivate, entering meditation.
[Expended three thousand years of Heavenly Marrow, comprehended the Undying Taoist Body]
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In the eighth year of the Xia Dynasty, Bianjing saw a surge of the Spiritual Spring, yielding five thousand years' worth of Emperor's Elixir.
Jiang Jucai worked tirelessly to usher in a prosperous era, illuminating Bianjing day and night, which earned it the moniker City of Eternal Day.
Qingcang worked almost non-stop for three years, creating a million printing artifacts. When the work was completed, the accumulated Copper Mountain was taller than the palace walls.
