Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

At least, he was good at judging people.

He was able to see through the essence of his love for spirit stones at a glance and grasp his own preferences. This can be considered a rare talent.

“Master Su, there is no need to interfere in Miss Su’s affairs.

In a few days, I will refine a suitable body for your son-in-law. Then your Su family can hold a grand wedding!"

After giving Su Chen a few instructions, Song Xuan led his wife and sister out of the county magistrate's mansion.

When they returned to the courtyard, Yao Yue asked, "Husband, I'm afraid things aren't that simple, are they?

Even you said that Wang Ping's father was very powerful. Given his abilities, it's not like he couldn't even get his son's body, right?"

Song Xuan nodded, "It's indeed not simple. Wang Ping's situation is special. He wants to revive by borrowing a corpse, but the rules of heaven and earth don't allow it."

"In that case, what do you plan to do, my husband?"

Song Xuan smiled slightly and stretched out his hand towards Song Qian.

Victoria Song placed her hand on her brother's palm and said happily, "Brother, what you mean is that as long as we brothers and sisters are united, anything can be solved?"

"No, I want you to take out the Emperor's Pen!"

Song Erni mumbled something, handed the magic pen over, and asked curiously, "Can this thing solve Wang Ping's problem?"

"You can try it!"

Song Xuan explained: "Wang Ping cannot use a corpse to revive his soul. This is restricted by the rules of heaven and earth.

The Human Emperor Pen has the ability to create things out of thin air, which is also a rule bestowed by Heaven.

Magic can only be defeated by magic. Rules must be checked and balanced by rules!"

He sat at the desk, holding the Emperor's brush in his hand, spread out a piece of white paper, recalled Wang Ping's appearance in his mind, and prepared to start painting.

"Next, it depends on whether the rules restricting Wang Ping are stronger, or the creation function of this Human Emperor Pen is more powerful."

Yao Yue seemed lost in thought, while Victoria Song's focus was different. She nervously asked, "Didn't you say I'm not allowed to paint living creatures? Every day a painted creature exists in the world, it will continue to consume the painter's luck!"

Song Xuan said, "I'm not painting a living being. To be precise, I'm just painting a body that can match Wang Ping's soul, which can't be considered a living being.

It shouldn't consume much luck."

As he spoke, he began to paint.

He drew in great detail, almost perfectly imprinting Wang Ping's appearance on the paper, but the result was that the picture was silent, and the body never appeared from the painting into reality.

"Failed?" Song Qian smacked her lips. "It seems the Emperor Pen isn't strong enough. The rules within the pen can't suppress another rule."

Song Xuan frowned slightly. This matter was more difficult than he had imagined.

It seems that it is not easy to get this favor from Wang Lin.

"Husband, you can try another way."

Yao Yue suddenly spoke up, "Wang Ping's father is a powerful being. Logically speaking, if Wang Ping had been born normally, his cultivation aptitude would have been exceptional.

My husband copied Wang Ping's appearance. The body he drew might be too talented, so he was restricted by the rules and couldn't turn the drawing into reality."

"That makes sense!" Song Xuan said with a smile, "I'll try again!"

As he spoke, he drew another picture. This time, the Wang Ping he drew was not as outstanding and looked more ordinary. But even so, it still didn't work.

Young Master Song is in a bit of trouble now.

"It shouldn't be!"

The reason why he dared to take on the task of finding a suitable body for Wang Ping was because according to the calculations of the martial arts spirit, the Human Emperor Pen could most likely draw a body suitable for Wang Ping.

According to his calculations, the Human Emperor Pen is most likely the legendary treasure of heaven and earth. Such a treasure is born from the rules of heaven and is itself a part of the rules.

Theoretically speaking, as long as he uses it properly, Wang Ping's physical body matters should not be difficult.

What exactly went wrong?

"Brother, I think your drawing isn't clear enough!"

Victoria Song instructed: "Why don't you try and stick a feather duster behind him.

Or, you draw him a pair of overalls.

If it really doesn't work, you can just give him a cross-eye.

Even if we use rules to check and balance rules, there has to be some flaws, leaving room for the other side's rules to fall back!"

Song Xuan was speechless. "What are you talking about? I'm not training trainees, why are you drawing dungarees?"

Victoria Song shrugged, "Look, I told you but you didn't listen, and when I didn't tell you you got into trouble again. Sigh, being a younger sister is so hard!"

Song Xuan rolled his eyes at him and said, "Stop talking. Here's the pen. If you can do it, come on!"

"I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Victoria Song took the pen, sat at the desk, and after a brief pause, she picked up the pen and wrote a line of words on one side of the blank painting.

"Wang Ping's special body!"

After finishing writing, she stared at it for a long time. Seeing that the scroll still could not become a reality, she picked up the pen and wrote another line of words at the end.

"Average talent, life expectancy of eighty!"

After writing this line of words, a faint light rose from the tip of the Emperor's pen, as if the power of rules was dissipating.

"It's working!"

Victoria Song's face lit up, "I told you, brother, your drawing isn't detailed enough. Even if you use the rules of the Emperor's Pen, you have to give some consideration to other rules, right?"

As she spoke, she crossed out the words "life expectancy of eighty" and changed it to "life expectancy of sixty".

This time, the scroll flew up directly, and a hazy beam of light flashed in the air. When the light faded, a young man wearing a white robe, who looked a bit like Wang Ping and had a handsome face, was lying on the ground in the study.

"It's done!"

Song Erni proudly swung the brush and laughed, "See? Treasures belong to virtuous people. Obviously, I am that virtuous person!

Next time I draw my sword and strike someone down, who dares to say that I, Shura Sword, am not conquering people with virtue?"

The light of his soul flickered in Song Xuan's eyes, and he used his own method of looking at qi to check Song Qian's luck.

After arriving in the World of All Spirits, Victoria Song's initial luck was orange.

At this moment, after Song Erni used the Human Emperor Pen to draw a suitable body for Wang Ping, the stream-like orange luck hardly decreased.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Although there were some minor deviations in the martial arts spirit's deduction of the use of the Human Emperor Pen, it was correct in the general direction.

The rules of the Human Emperor Pen can indeed draw a suitable body for Wang Ping.

As long as you don't paint a living being, the consumption of luck from a simple body with mediocre talent and a lifespan of a few decades can be almost ignored!

Chapter 642 Uncle Song, come and be our witness!

Wang Ping's body was ready, but Song Xuan was not in a hurry to send it over.

Good things are never too late. It seems too easy to say that it is done just after the deal is done there.

It is difficult for people to feel grateful from the bottom of their hearts for things that are too easy to solve.

For the next ten days, Song Xuan stayed in the yard practicing without going out of the house.

I just got more than 5,000 top-grade spirit stones from Su Chen. My cultivation is progressing very quickly, and I have made very obvious progress in the construction and expansion of my inner world.

It was not until the evening of the tenth day that Ning Caichen came to the door and said that the ancestor worship was over and he was preparing to return to Beijing the next day.

He wanted to ask Song Xuan to arrange some people to escort him through Jiangcheng County. After arriving at the capital of Suzhou and Hangzhou Prefecture, he could take the teleportation array to return to the imperial capital by himself.

When talking about riding the teleportation array, Ning Caichen's eyes lit up, without any trace of his previous financial constraints.

Obviously, the local officials probably gave the newly crowned top scholar a lot of travel expenses when he returned home this time.

After a brief chat, he and Ning Caichen set the departure time for tomorrow. After he left, Song Xuan stood up and looked up at the looming full moon.

"It's almost time!"

...

That night, after Miss Su fell asleep, Song Xuanyuan's soul left his body and came to the dream world again.

Perhaps because of Wang Lin's advice, Wang Ping behaved much more honestly this time.

After seeing Song Xuan, Wang Ping bowed respectfully, "Uncle Song!"

Song Xuan was slightly stunned, touched his face subconsciously, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

It is true that time seems to pass by in practice. I haven’t noticed anything yet, but before I knew it, I have become an uncle.

Glancing at Miss Su, who was arm in arm with Wang Ping, Song Xuan nodded and said, "I have refined a body that should be able to accommodate your soul."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and formed a seal. The next moment, an illusion appeared in the void.

In the illusion, there was a young man's figure, who was somewhat similar to Wang Ping, but not as handsome as the other, and could only be considered handsome.

Wang Ping's eyes lit up, "Uncle Song, can it really accommodate my soul?"

Song Xuan nodded, "If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have come here.

Okay, you guys continue playing, I'm going to meet your father!"

As he spoke, he took a step forward and once again arrived at the desolate planet he was on last time.

Wang Lin, with white hair, was still sitting cross-legged in the same place. When he saw Song Xuan appear, he stood up and saluted.

"Brother Song, is that body really feasible?"

"Of course you can... However, there are some things I need to explain to you in advance. Although the body can accommodate Ping'er's soul, it has defects."

After he said this, Wang Lin's expression became a little more relaxed, and there was a little more belief in his eyes.

Also, in Ping'er's situation, she was excluded by the rules of heaven, and the problem that she couldn't solve despite all the hard work was solved by Song Xuan in just ten days.

If the physical body was flawless, that would be abnormal.

"Brother Song, just be frank. As long as Ping'er can truly experience life, even if he becomes disabled, it's fine!"

"That's not the case!"

Song Xuan introduced: "First of all, the physical body has mediocre aptitude and looks ordinary. Even if it were to reincarnate into a corpse and live in this life, it would only be an ordinary person and would not be able to embark on the path of cultivation."

"Actually, when I was refining it, I wanted to make this body have better aptitude and a more handsome appearance, but unfortunately, due to certain restrictions, the heaven and earth did not allow it."

"That's fine!" Wang Lin didn't care. "Brother Song, please continue. Are there any other flaws?"

"Another flaw is that once Ping'er's soul enters his body, from that moment on, his lifespan will only be sixty years.

At the age of sixty, his body will decay and disintegrate, and his soul will be forced to enter the cycle of reincarnation. No one can change this outcome!"

Wang Lin laughed heartily upon hearing this, "That's enough! Sixty years of mortal life is more than enough for Ping'er to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation without regrets!"

Song Xuan smiled and said, "I have already placed the body outside Miss Su's boudoir. As for how to reincarnate the body, I don't need to arrange that, right?"

Wang Lin clasped his fists and saluted again, "Leave the rest to me.

This time, I really want to thank Brother Song.

Wang will remember this favor! "

...

After leaving the dream world and returning to his body, Song Xuan stood outside Miss Su's yard and waited quietly for a moment.

After a while, there was a creaking sound and the door was opened.

Although she looked a little pale, she was in good spirits. Su Ruolan, with a happy smile on her face, walked out with a young man with a shy smile on his face.

As soon as she left the house, Su Ruolan bowed to Song Xuanying and said, "Thank you, Uncle Song, for finding a good match for Ruolan!"

As she spoke, she patted Wang Ping's arm and said apologetically, "My husband has just had a body and is still a little uncomfortable with it. I'm a little embarrassed. I'm sorry to have made Uncle Song laugh."

The first time Wang Ping came to the real world from a dream, he lost the calmness and composure he had in the dream world. Instead, he felt a little shy and embarrassed.

Su Ruolan smiled and looked at him encouragingly. Feeling the warmth coming from her palm, Wang Ping gradually gained some confidence.

"Uncle Song, my father has told me everything. I cannot express my gratitude enough for your kindness. I have no ability to repay you in this life. In the next life, we will work like slaves to repay your kindness!"

Song Xuan smiled and waved his hand, "Don't mention the afterlife, your father will take over this favor.