47 Chapter no.47 Tower of Scribes
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Being a cultivator meant you had options beyond just becoming a Fighter or a Demon Spiritualist.
You could be an Alchemist, an Inscription Array Scribe, a Beast Tamer, or even a Soul Blacksmith.
Yet, the push for Fighters and Demon Spiritualists was always stronger.
After all, with Glory City standing as humanity's last bastion, the need for those who could take the fight to demon beasts was paramount.
"What's the use of an Alchemist in a battle against demon beasts?" people would say. "And what can Inscription Array Scribes really do?"
These questions overshadowed the fact that comparing Scribes to Fighters was like comparing apples to oranges.
Scribes were meant to create, not to fight directly.
But such nuances often went unnoticed.
As a result, organizations aimed at guiding cultivators toward alternative paths were scarce.
Take the Tower of Scribes, for instance. It was founded as an independent body dedicated to fostering talent in inscription arrays.
It promised ranks, exams, and the potential for influence, appearing as a beacon of opportunity for those interested in the art of inscriptions.
However, the reality was somewhat less inspiring.
The Tower of Scribes, despite its lofty ideals, mostly operated on the sidelines. The excitement and glory of battle drew most away from the path of inscription, leaving the Tower as something of an afterthought, a place that mainly produced spatial rings and mid-level artifacts for everyday use.
The real masters of inscription, those who could create advanced arrays, were often quickly scooped up by noble families or had already committed their loyalty to such families.
This left the Tower with a diminished role, its influence extending largely over commoners and those inscriptionists who hadn't made a name for themselves yet. It remained an important institution for some, yet it fell short of becoming the influential powerhouse it was intended to be.
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Nie Li stood before the Tower of Scribes, a building that, at first glance, didn't seem to promise much. Its structure was aging, the once vibrant stones now dulled by time and neglect.
The tower, with its peeling paint and creaky doors, looked more like a forgotten warehouse than a beacon of scholarly pursuit.
Despite its unimpressive exterior, Nie Li saw potential where others saw mediocrity.
With a plan in mind, Nie Li held a letter he had crafted specifically for this occasion. The strategy was straightforward yet ambitious.
He intended to transform the Tower of Scribes from a mediocre operation into a powerhouse that worked under his direction.
The tower's primary audience was the common people, and it was capable of producing a vast quantity of works. Nie Li planned to introduce his innovative inscription arrays here, allowing them to be mass-produced.
The benefits from these creations, he was certain, would ensure the tower's leaders would be eager to follow his lead.
Nie Li couldn't help but smirk as he threw the letter over at the tower's complaint office's trash can.
With that, he slipped away to the restroom, where he pulled out a control switch.
Taking a deep breath, he infused the switch with his soul force, a key part of his plan.
No sooner had he activated the switch than a scream echoed from outside, catching the attention of everyone in the vicinity.
Nie Li waited, hidden from view, to see if the tower's authorities would take the bait he had laid out.
His plan wasn't just about gaining influence; it was about showing the Tower of Scribes what they were capable of with the right direction—and that direction was going to be his.
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In the Tower of Scribes' complaint office, usually a place for accepting letters, commissions, and the occasional grievance, panic had taken hold.
The cause of the commotion was an ordinary trash can that had suddenly started glowing as brightly as a star. Several scribes gathered around it, initially thinking someone had played a prank using a faulty illumination seal.
But as they laid eyes on the array that caused the glow, their amusement turned to awe. It was too complex, too beautiful to be a mere trick.
"Someone call in the Director," one of the scribes urged.
A minute later, Director Lin Lingtian arrived, his expression one of annoyance at being pulled from his work. However, his irritation faded instantly when he saw the array. "Who made this?" he demanded, his curiosity piqued.
"We don't know, sir. It was found in one of our trash cans," a staff member explained.
Lin Lingtian carefully picked up the letter from which the array had originated. As the light from the array fizzled out and it broke down, he sniffed it.
"This is made of chicken blood," he announced, his voice a mix of disbelief and intrigue.
The common knowledge was that inscription arrays required ink infused with soul force crystals and demon beast blood because a demon beast can maintain an array for a long time as opposed to normal animal blood, which can only maintain an array for a few days.
The room filled with murmurs of confusion and surprise.
Lin Lingtian mused aloud, considering the implications.
"Either this is a mockery or a very clever way to catch our attention. This letter is too important to overlook."
With growing curiosity, Lin Lingtian opened the envelope. Inside, he found something extraordinary: the envelope used a similar array structure to a spatial ring, indicating it was connected to a subspace. As he channeled soul force into it, a stack of pages appeared before him.
"Manager Mao, bring in our top scribes. This needs to be seen," Lin Lingtian commanded, his voice betraying his excitement.
A group of men and women, the tower's most skilled scribes, quickly gathered. As they flipped through the pages, their expressions shifted from skepticism to shock. Each page detailed an improved version of existing arrays. The spatial arrays had been refined to hold more space with less soul force consumption. The enchantment arrays had enhanced circuits, allowing for stronger effects with greater efficiency. The genius of these designs lay in their intricately woven circuits, which maximized the flow of soul force, making them significantly more powerful yet economical than anything the tower had ever produced.
"Test them out," Lin Lingtian practically screamed, sensing the immense opportunity before them. If these designs held true, they could revolutionize the tower's reputation and output.
But amidst the excitement, Lin Lingtian couldn't help but ponder the sender's intentions.
"Whoever you are, I'm not sure what you aim to achieve with this, but thank you," he whispered to himself, a sense of hope stirring within him. "Perhaps I'll finally see this place earn the recognition it has long deserved."
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That evening, in the comfort of her home, Shen Xiu relaxed in a way she rarely did. Dressed casually, she looked different from her usual formal self, the soft clothes highlighting her hourglass figure.
She was deep in thought, reviewing notes from her recent session with Nie Li.
His innovative ideas had captured her imagination, and she was eager to put one of them to the test.
She took a demon crystal, its surface shimmering with an inner light, and placed it on a flat grinding stone.
With a firm, practiced hand, she began to grind the crystal using a pestle, its movement producing a soft, rhythmic thud that filled the room.
The crystal gradually turned into a fine powder, glowing softly on the stone, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
Next, Shen Xiu reached for a small vial containing the blood of demon beasts.
The thick, dark liquid glistened as she carefully poured it into a porcelain mixing bowl, the sound of the liquid merging with the powder a soft splash.
Using a bamboo mixer, she stirred the mixture, the sound of the stirring echoing softly in the quiet room.
The ink that formed was vibrant, pulsating with energy and potential, ready to be used in her inscription array.
Shen Xiu then took a large, flat piece of parchment made from the finest mulberry bark and laid it out on her worktable.
She dipped a brush, its handle carved from jade and bristles made from the finest horsehair, into the ink.
With a concentration etched on her face, a slight furrow in her brow showing her focus, she began to draw the inscription array.
Her hand moved with grace and precision, the brush lightly scratching against the parchment as she created line after line of the complex pattern.
As she infused her soul force into the completed array, it came to life, pulsing gently with light.
The circuits within the array, powered by her soul force, started to create a cool area around themselves. This difference in temperature caused moisture in the air to condense into water, just as Nie Li had explained.
Shen Xiu watched in amazement as drops of water began to form, gathering into a small puddle.
"He really is a genius," she thought with a smile, admiring the practical and effective use of inscription for something as essential as collecting water.
"A new type of inscription array, and it works beautifully. Who would have thought?"
She sat back, contemplating Nie Li's potential.
"If he's achieved this after just a day of learning, what more is he capable of?" Shen Xiu wondered. Her thoughts then drifted to Nie Li's evident interest in her.
"A talent in cultivation who rivals Ye Mo, a genius in inscription arrays," she reflected. Normally, someone of his caliber might be seen as a threat, but...
"And someone who is genuinely interested in me, making an effort to connect."
She couldn't help but smile at the thought. For Shen Xiu, this acknowledgment of her worth and the potential for genuine connection was pleasantly surprising. It was a nice change from the usual power plays and alliances of Glory City.
