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Reincarnation of the Transmigrator?

I was once a normal person on earth but I unfortunately died only to be transmigrated into a xianxia world as a disciple in one of the best sects in the world. I forged my own dao created a unique cultivation method and even became the grand elder of the sect.... But I died. again. Only to have reincarnated as the young master of xin clan in another xianxia world(?). Well it's not like I had many regrets in my previous life..... but I really should have......... gone to the *beeep* that time

TeaSerpent · Oriental
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90 Chs

Calligraphy~ side story*

Calligraphy is an exquisite form of art, where one wields a pen or brush to craft intricate and beautiful lettering. For centuries, calligraphy has been a medium through which artists have created stunning works of art, and its allure remains undiminished to this day. Many find solace in the practice of calligraphy, as it offers both relaxation and a profound sense of fulfillment.

Yet, for a cultivator like Jianyu, calligraphy transcended mere artistry. It became a channel through which he could express the depths of his soul, a means to forge treasures that would enlighten countless generations, or even a way to unleash deadly power or display his Dao.

In his previous life, Jianyu had cherished calligraphy, dedicating himself to its practice whenever the opportunity arose. Calligraphy, for him, was a pathway to clarity, allowing him to imprint the pristine paper with the essence of his very being— a way to relax and banish the burdens that weighed upon his soul.

"Master! I swear, it wasn't me who broke your Profound jade horsetail whisk! It was the third senior brother, he's the one who did it!"

"You!! How can you betray your senior brother like this?!"

"Now, now, third brother Zhang and fourth brother Shan, let's calm down. We are in the presence of our mast—"

"Shut up, you old hag!!"

"Huh?! Who the heck are you calling an old hag?!!"

Some burdens, however, were simply too memorable to forget, especially when they involved a treasure more valuable than twenty high-ranking sects.

Nonetheless, calligraphy remained a cherished escape for Jianyu, especially in his current life.

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Four-year-old Jianyu sought solace in the strokes of his brush, indulging in the art of calligraphy to break the monotony of his dull life.

"Hehe, calligraphy is truly one of the most profound art forms, capable of conjuring miracles," Jianyu mused with a smile as he poised his brush, dipped in ebony ink, above a pristine sheet of paper.

The scene of him holding a brush while smiling was most definitely an adorable one, as his small hands held onto the brush in an awkward fashion.

With calculated precision, he lowered the brush and began to move it diagonally across the paper.

*Tak

A sudden, unexpected interruption took away his smile as the brush fell from his grip.

"Huh?"

Jianyu chuckled, his laugh tinged with awkwardness. "Seems like I've grown a bit rusty, hehe."

Once more, he lifted the brush.

*Tak

"Uh..."

*Tak

And again.

*Tak

"One more attempt!"

*Tak

"Once more!"

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"Ho~ he's rather focused, isn't he? Kuku... I suppose even someone like him can have such endearing moments." Xin Dongyang muttered as he took out an Immortal-grade memory jade. This memory jade could record a three-dimensional recreation of an event. 

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"Ha... Ha... Finally, it's done!"

Jianyu beamed with satisfaction as he gazed at the paper, upon which he had painstakingly written the word 'fa-'

"Hahaha! Even you can act like a child on occasion, huh?" Xin Dongyang, witnessing Jianyu excitedly displaying his calligraphy, couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"What do you mean by that?" Jianyu replied, puzzled by Dongyang's remark until he glanced down at his clothes.

His attire had been marred by ink stains, his hands smeared with the inky aftermath. If he could have seen his own face, he would have discovered a comical sight that had prompted Xin Dongyang's hearty laughter.

Realizing his appearance, Jianyu lowered his head, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment.

However, as he observed his usually composed and mature grandson blush and look bashful, Xin Dongyang's laughter only intensified, causing Jianyu's embarrassment to deepen.

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The word Jianyu had painstakingly written that day was 'family.'

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[AN- Greatest treasure of all]

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