The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

The next day, Xiao Hanxian met with Hu Linghua and paid back the debt of twenty-five spirit stones.

Hu Linghua took the spirit stone and told Xiao Han that after she reached the second level of Qi training, she would contact her to teach her offensive spells, and then she left in a hurry.

Hu Linghua still felt a little regretful. Sigh! Although there were many independent cultivators in Fuyuan City, there were still too few newcomers who joined without any old masters to guide them. Otherwise, teaching newcomers some basic spells and earning spirit stones would also be a business.

Xiao Han naturally didn't know what Sister Hu was thinking. She also eagerly hoped to reach the second level of Qi training.

When she reaches the second level of Qi training, she will not only be able to learn one or two simple offensive spells, but her auxiliary spells such as cleaning spells, fireball spells, etc. will also have a qualitative leap.

After separating from Sister Hu, Xiao Han went to the weapon refining shop.

The young apprentice from yesterday was still in charge of the shop. When he saw Xiao Han come in, he quickly showed the finished pen to Xiao Han.

Xiao Han took a look and found it was a brush. He frowned and said, "I don't want a brush. I want a hard pen that can write continuously without dipping it in ink. Oh, a hard pen is..."

Before she could finish explaining the difference between a brush and a hard pen, the young apprentice interrupted her and said, "Don't be impatient, take a look first."

After that, he took out a piece of white paper and pointed to a round bump on the top of the brush and said, "When you want to write, just press here."

After saying that, he pressed it with his finger, then picked up the brush and wrote on the paper.

Xiao Han saw that the tip of the brush quickly turned black, and then the weapon-refining guy picked up the brush and wrote a few words on the paper.

The tip of the brush showed no signs of softening, and the words written were as thin and clear as those written with a fountain pen.

The apprentice then explained, "Although this pen resembles a brush, it's not actually a brush. The hair is made from monster hair. After being refined, ink flows out of the pen tube and down through the gaps between the hairs, allowing for smooth, continuous writing without dripping or sagging. The raised area on top is the switch; when not in use, you can press it to stop the ink from flowing."

Then he pressed the top of the brush again, and a small round cover opened.

Then he pointed to the inside of the pen and said, "If it's for a monk to use, and there's no ink inside, use the object control technique to transfer some ink in. If it's for a mortal, I've also prepared a small funnel so you can pour ink in."

After saying that, he took out a small and exquisite funnel the size of an egg, with a bottom like the one that leaks oil or wine, and put it into the pen holder.

Well, apart from the fact that it is longer than modern fountain pens, there is really nothing wrong with its other functions.

The pen holder is as long as an ordinary brush, but the ink inside is much larger than that of a fountain pen. A full pen holder is enough for her to write tens of thousands of words.

At this moment, Xiao Han wanted to learn how to refine weapons. Unfortunately, even if she had enough cultivation, she had no way to learn.

Taking the tools she prepared to make money with her back to the cave, Xiao Han once again began her career of writing behind closed doors.

It must be said that with this new brush, her writing speed has at least doubled. And since this is her second novel, her word choice and writing experience have also been strengthened, so the speed of publication is naturally faster.

Ten days later, Xiao Han went to the orchard with the 50,000-word beginning of her new book and the sickle she had borrowed from Grandma Yuan. She had promised Grandma Yuan that she would show her the new book as soon as it was published.

After reading it, Granny Yuan commented, "It's quite novel and interesting. However, I feel that although the two books have completely different plots, they still have similarities. I can't really explain it, but it's more interesting than the storybooks I've read before."

When Xiao Han heard this, he immediately grinned and laughed.

In fact, their similarities lie in the four words "pretend to be slapped in the face".

This is also the most basic routine in male-oriented cool novels.

There was no way around it. Many novels had plot twists that readers could already predict, yet many people still enjoyed reading them. She had to use this pretentious, then face-slapping, tactic to her heart's content before the monks' readers grew tired of it.

After showing it to Grandma Yuan, she took the manuscript and went to the main street.

Xiao Han hesitated for a moment and did not go directly to Qian Wanshan's bookstore. Instead, he found another bookstore and walked in.

The person who is looking after the shop is an old man with wrinkles all over his face, who seems to be the owner of this bookstore.

Xiao Han walked in and said straight to the point, "Shopkeeper, do you accept newly written storybooks?"

The old man looked down on her when he saw that she was a young female cultivator who had only reached the first level of Qi training. He then said, "We don't accept just anyone's book here."

Xiao Han thought about the good response to his first book and immediately said with a smile: "This is written by the person named 'Wandering in Another Time and Space'."

The old man's eyes lit up, but then he looked suspicious again, "Show me the storybook."

Xiao Han didn't take it out right away, but instead asked, "If you like the storybook, how many spirit stones would you be willing to spend to sign the contract?"

The old man said casually, "Don't worry, if this is really a story written by 'Wandering in Another Time and Space', there will definitely be plenty of spirit stones. Let me take a look first."

Xiao Han knew that no boss would set a price without looking at the goods, so he took out the manuscript.

But the old man read a few lines and flipped through the rest of the book. He found it was all just colloquial language. He immediately threw the manuscript away and said with a sullen face, "You're truly not very skilled or very old, but you're quite courageous. You dare to pass this off as a story from 'Wandering in Another Spacetime'? Since you're a young woman, get out of here."

Xiao Han immediately became anxious. "Hey, don't be angry. This is really what 'Wandering in Another Spacetime' said. I really didn't lie to you. You can read it first and then make a judgment."

The old man waved his hand impatiently, "Get out of here! Don't force me to throw you out! Even if you want to pretend, you should read the story written by 'Wandering in Another Time and Space' first before imitating me. You dare pretend to be the most popular scholar and monk?"

Xiao Han, unable to defend himself or prove his identity, was kicked out of the bookstore by the old man.

It's true that there are many good horses, but few good horse trainers. Although Qian the Conman had bargained down the price of her first book, at least he was willing to finish reading the book he had taken and gave them the opportunity to work together.

It seems that changing jobs isn't so easy. It's not so easy to kick out the profiteers after becoming famous and find a high-priced bookstore to work with. No one would believe that the person wandering in another time and space is actually me.

Xiao Han had no choice but to bring the manuscript and go to Qian Wanshan’s bookstore again.

Seeing her finally coming back with the cloth bag on her back, Qian Wanshan's eyes lit up and he quickly closed the shop to read the manuscript.

As usual, Qian Wanshan was reading the manuscript, while Xiao Han was preparing to find a book to read.

With a quick glance, he spotted the first storybook he had written, displayed prominently. He hadn't even read the polished manuscript yet, so Xiao Han immediately picked it up and flipped through it.

Then, she was shocked.