Chapter 5 of the volume is Dan

At this moment, everyone has already fallen asleep; after this round of moving, everyone is extremely tired

What a magnificent work of calligraphy! If the methods contained in this book were to be disseminated, it would likely spell disaster for the myriad of texts in this world... Fortunately, this remains my secret...

Li Fu let out a cold snort and lifted his foot to head towards the courtyard behind.

Creak!

Just as Li Haoran was feeling thirsty and was about to pick up the teacup, his hand merely brushed against it, and the teacup shattered, proving to be even more fragile than an egg.

Hello! Take your time!

These books are the legacy of the lineage of King Anle, totaling over 35,000 volumes. However, the majority of them are printed editions, with very few available for Li Haoran's use

Ka Ba

This orifice is where Li Haoran's innate seal is located

The appearance of a delicate scholar, combined with an elegant demeanor, is just right for deceiving others and concealing the fact that he is cultivating martial arts

Knowing that excessive pursuit is as detrimental as insufficient effort, Li Haoran ceased his cultivation, pushed open the door, and strode out.

It is evident that after absorbing the essence of ink from these eight volumes, his strength has increased, and for a moment, he was unable to control his power.

In the front courtyard of the Wang residence, Li Fu furrowed his brows and, looking at the servant kneeling before him, asked with a hint of confusion

In terms of control over strength, he has achieved the ability to lift weights with ease. If this were to be placed upon an ordinary martial artist, it would likely take at least three to five days to accomplish.

The ink-like vitality emanates from the elegant and noble aura within this book, which makes one feel as if bathed in a spring breeze, with a tranquil and empty mind. At this moment, Li Haoran felt as if he were standing in an endless expanse of ink-like void, with flickering lights and shadows before his eyes

These light and shadows are remarkably clear, representing all the text and illustrations from the Compendium of Ten Thousand Poisons. They have been intricately inscribed into Li Haoran's mind by the extraordinary power of the brush and ink, firmly imprinted in his memory

The essence of ink resides within the heart, nurtured by a vibrant spirit. When utilized, its momentum is like a rainbow, yet when concealed, it is without shadow or form

He silently gathered his vitality and strength, utilizing the method from the first chapter of "The Art of Practicing Calligraphy" to control his surging power, thereby completely absorbing the ink vitality within his flesh and blood to consolidate his cultivation, purify the impurities in his bloodline, and enhance his own strength

The sound of rushing water

Here, there is an orifice that is inherently closed, making it impossible to breathe. However, under the influence of the power of ink and the elegance of calligraphy, it draws in the ink's vital energy that converges here

As he spoke, Li Haoran returned to his desk, took out a gold-edged dragon-patterned ink stick from the drawer beneath the table, and placed it into the ink stone.

There is no ink left

Even so, Li Haoran was still extremely excited. Looking at the piles of books that filled the room, he smiled slightly, satisfied as he sat back down at his desk and picked up the volume of the Ten Thousand Poisons Illustrated Manual left behind by the late Prince Wang.

On the table, strands of ink-colored vitality flowed out from the Compendium of Ten Thousand Poisons, surging into Li Haoran's hand and into his meridians.

Outside the room, there stood a person, who was none other than Li Fu, along with a book.

Fortunately, the inkstone is a treasured family heirloom, a dragon and phoenix inkstone, which even a warrior could not shatter with a single punch; thus, it was not destroyed by Li Haoran's strength

It is unclear how much time has passed, but Li Haoran slowly opened his eyes, murmuring to himself, as an indescribable impulse took over the tranquility in his heart

After another two hours, Li Haoran finally stopped his actions, looking weary, only after he had ground all seventy-two ink blocks in the room into ink powder

Hmm? I actually broke the teacup

At this moment, the inner courtyard of the Wang residence is brightly lit, and four or five servants, under the arrangement of Chun'er, are taking the books from the bookshelf in the study and placing them into wooden boxes on the empty ground

Place it here! Place it here! Everyone, be careful not to damage these classics

Before long, a brilliant light shone in his eyes as he quickly walked to the desk. He looked at the ink, paper, and inkstone on the table, then glanced outside at the bright day, and laughed heartily: "I've got it! ... ... "

Ah! The feeling of having power is truly exhilarating

If Li Shancun were aware from beyond the grave, he would probably rise directly from his tomb to settle accounts with Li Haoran

However, the effects of the extravagance are also quite evident; Li Haoran is now able to pick up bowls, chopsticks, cups, and chairs without worrying about crushing them all at once

Li Fu peered through the torn window paper, illuminated by the light in the room, observing Li Haoran, who was pressing one hand against his forehead while flipping through a book. His eyes were filled with disdain, and he couldn't help but sneer inwardly: "Hmph! A trivial skill, do you think this will render me powerless against you? You are thinking too simply! But this is fine; the more you are oppressed, the stronger your desire for power will become. At that time, I will see you obediently walk into my trap!"

Muttering softly and barely audible, Li Haoran felt a warm fire suddenly ignite in his heart, spreading from his chest and, in an instant, enveloping his entire body

As the ink stick and ink stone made contact, the ink stick instantly shattered into three pieces, causing Li Haoran to feel a sudden panic in his heart

In the strokes of the brush, the essence of myriad scriptures is nurtured; In the ink of the scriptures, the spirit within my chest is cultivated

After watching for a while longer, Li Fu quietly withdrew and left the courtyard

It seems I have some time; I need to find a way to see what level I have actually reached... However, before that, I still need to learn how to control my strength...

What are you saying? Li Haoran is going to study at this time?

Li Haoran shook his head in silence, gradually calming his emotions. He set the Manual of Ten Thousand Poisons aside and stood up to walk towards the pile of books in front of him

If someone were to be nearby at this moment, they would certainly notice that Li Haoran, who is engrossed in reading, has his eyes slightly closed. With each breath he takes, he is able to influence the flow of energy within a three-step radius around him

Outside, there are two individuals who are carrying a box of books towards the courtyard where Li Haoran resides

Lightly research ink, heavily lick the pen

At this moment, Li Haoran felt an endless surge of power within himself, especially his spirit, which was remarkably clear. Even the air he breathed seemed to be filled with a fresh aroma

In the room, a dark gray-black ink aura surrounded Li Haoran, and within his skin, a subtle flow of ink-colored black energy was faintly visible

In a state of excitement, Li Haoran hurriedly approached the mirror with a hint of concern. Looking at his reflection, he noticed a slight change in his demeanor and appearance.

Snap

Approximately half an hour later, all the books from the study were moved into Li Haoran's room

Although this book has become blurred, the magical power of its ink and brush has imprinted all the knowledge within it into Li Haoran's memory

In this manner, Li Haoran, with a surge of determination, absorbed the ink essence from seven ancient texts in succession, only then feeling a slight pain in his meridians and a mild sense of pressure in his chest

Ka-ba

This method appears simple, yet it is exceedingly difficult; it cannot be mastered effortlessly. The very step of grinding the ink left Li Haoran feeling frustrated and in great distress.

"Where are you going, Your Highness?"

The act of grinding ink, laying paper, and picking up a brush to write may seem like something anyone can do, but what Li Haoran is engaged in is not merely what an ordinary person would perceive; he is practicing cultivation rather than simply writing.

Li Haoran no longer dared to touch anything else in the room; he stood in place, resting one hand on his chin, frowning in thought

Another ink stick was broken by Li Haoran. This time he took fifteen minutes, which is a significant improvement compared to the previous thirty-one attempts, yet he remains unsatisfied

The dark essence flowing into the meridians gradually integrated into Li Haoran's flesh and blood as it slowly coursed through him. After circulating for one complete cycle, it finally converged in his chest.

The sword is sheathed, only revealing its ferocity at the moment of killing

Hmph! Li Haoran, I would like to see what tricks you can come up with! Come, let us go to the residence of the Young Prince and take a look!

I am different now

The servant nodded vigorously and clasped his hands, saying: "Master Butler, this matter is absolutely true. Right now, that girl Chun'er is moving the books with some people!"

At that moment, as Li Haoran had just arrived at the courtyard, two men dressed in black approached with large strides, their tone laced with a hint of disdain

Previously, he appeared like a hollow flower, extravagant yet insubstantial. Now, however, he resembles a frail scholar; though weak, he is filled with an extraordinary spirit. Moreover, his eyes, once murky, have transformed to shine as brightly as the stars in the night sky

These ink blocks constitute a set known as the Seventy-Two Earth Inks, originally a treasured collection of Li Shancun. Now, they have been thoroughly depleted by Li Haoran after several hours of use.

Li Haoran looked excitedly at the large wooden box filled with books, while constantly murmuring to himself: "These are all miraculous pills for enhancing strength..."

He knew that the ink energy within his body had reached saturation and could no longer absorb any more ink energy. He must integrate the energy stored in his body into his flesh and blood in order to continue his cultivation

However, Li Haoran did not move; instead, he opened the Manual of Ten Thousand Poisons. He discovered that the book, which he had absorbed with his ink and aura, had lost all its spiritual energy and had become a volume with images and text that were extremely blurred.

Seeing his own reflection, Li Haoran felt elated. The elegant brushwork did not transform him into a burly man, but rather aligned perfectly with his inner thoughts