Chapter 1419 Qin An's Ability
By midnight, Qin An finally walked out of the poetry writing meeting and returned to the Xiao Clan.
In the afternoon and evening, he actually wrote almost 4,000 Tibetan Head Poems in one breath, earning more than 50,000 Sword Soul Stones!
This was truly an unexpected harvest!
The people who came to participate in Princess Ling Hua's husband selection meeting were really awesome. Each of them took out fifteen Sword Soul Stones without blinking an eye! This meant that they all possessed the strength to kill single-handedly Body Strengthening Realm Sword Cultivator Beasts. Otherwise, where would they go to get so many Sword Soul Stones?
The first thing Qin An did when he returned to his room was to take out all the Sword Soul Stones in the space and synthesize them. This way, space could be saved, and the effect of resurrecting the dead with the Sword Spirit Stones was even better.
Adding on his own Sword Soul Stones, Qin An now had about 60,000 Sword Soul Stones.
The probability of him using 500 Sword Soul Stones to synthesize a Sword Spirit Stone was one in ten. This was a bit low, but it could be said to be ten times higher than an ordinary person's success factor. This was because an ordinary person needed 5000 Sword Soul Stones to have a one in ten chance of synthesizing a Sword Spirit Stone.
The process was very easy. Qin An only needed to put the 500 Sword Soul Stones together and release the colorful light sword spiritual energy to fuse with them.
He didn't know if it was because his ability had increased, so the probability of using the colorful sword qi to fuse with the sword spirit stone had also increased. After Qin An finished all the synthesis, he actually obtained 95 sword spirit stones. The fucking success rate was over 75%!
Or was it just luck?
In addition to the five Sword Spirit Stones he had previously, Qin An now had exactly 100 Sword Spirit Stones, while there were less than 500 Sword Soul Stones.
Ah … a hundred Sword Spirit Stones. This is a huge fortune. I guess I can go to the Death Spirit Realm to resurrect Gui Zi and exchange for many treasures in the real world.
While Qin An was happy, he also sighed. According to the legends, the probability of 50,000 Sword Spirit Stones synthesizing Sword God Stones was almost zero. It seemed that it was too difficult to obtain a Sword God Stone.
However, Qin An did not give up hope, because there were some lucky curse tokens in his body. If he could gather 50,000 Sword Spirit Stones, he might really be able to refine a Sword God Stone.
The Divine Sword Stone was something that could allow a Four Soul Sword Cultivator to directly condense a Sword Spirit into a God! The word'priceless' was not enough to describe its value.
After Qin An put away the 100 Sword Spirit Stones that he already had, someone knocked on the door. Xiao Beiyu came and asked if things were going well today. He had not heard of Qin An doing business in the examination room. If he knew, his chin would probably fall in shock.
Qin An did not mention it to him, but said that everything was fine.
Xiao Beiyu sat for a while before leaving. It was already after midnight. The opening ceremony of the Divine Origin Festival would be held tomorrow morning. In the afternoon, the two largest plazas in the center of the territory would hold husband selection meetings and goods exchange meetings respectively. At that time, they would be open to the public. There would be a lot of people watching the show. Qin An, as a contestant, would definitely be very busy and nervous.
Before Xiao Beiyu left, Qin An took out all of his Sword Soul Stones and told him to go to the market to exchange for one Sword Soul Stone for 300 Sword Soul Fragments! As many as you have!
Xiao Beiyu naturally did not know Qin An's intentions, but he did not ask. In Xiao Beiyu's heart, Qin An was a somewhat mysterious person. During the eighteen years he lived in this space, Xiao Beiyu had already become good friends with Qin Sanchuan. They were called uncles and nephews, but in fact, they were like brothers. Therefore, Xiao Beiyu would naturally respect Qin Sanchuan's father, so he took the Sword Soul Stone and prepared to help Qin An run errands tomorrow.
One Sword Soul Stone for 300 Sword Soul Fragments was a bit of a loss, but Qin An could use 300 Sword Soul Fragments to synthesize 60 Sword Soul Stones. This was simply a profitable business! Qin An felt that if he did not earn a fortune at this exchange conference, he would have wasted the powerful ability of the multicolored sword spirit energy.
The reason why he didn't take out Sword Spirit Stones for exchange was limited by market factors. The market price of a Sword Spirit Stone was conservatively estimated to be 50,000 Sword Soul Stones. Who could have such a large sum of money? Such a wealthy client could only observe and search for it. After finding it, he could contact the transaction privately.
After sending Xiao Beiyu off, Qin An lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest while waiting for some guests to arrive.
Of course, he understood the reason behind Huai Bi's sin. He was too glorious today, so there would naturally be people behind the glory who would be jealous. They would curse a few times cowardly. Those who were courageous would come to kill.
Of course, he could have been killed!
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Princess Linghua's face had turned red from afternoon to night, and she did not know why.
When the thick book of poems was placed in front of Ling Hua, Ling Hua did not react for five minutes. She did not expect it to be so thick.
Beside Ling Hua, Zeng Huan shook her head and sighed. She said softly,
"Miss, so Qin An's ability is not to write poetry!"
"Oh? How many poems did he write?"
Ling Hua fiddled with the collection of poems decorated with golden threads in her hand. She looked at the cover of the black-backed silver letter and did not open it for a long time.
She recognized the origin of the words "Princess Ling Hua's Poems" on the cover. It should be written by the most famous calligrapher of the Azure Sword Clan, the personal guard beside her father, Mu Tie of the Five Soul Sword Sect.
How could this old man Mu Tie have the time to write inscriptions? Looks like Lord Father is paying full attention to his husband selection convention!
"4123…"
'"Clang!"
Ling Hua was dumbfounded when the thick Collection of Princess Ling Hua's Poems landed on the ground.
He actually wrote so much? Is this Qin An a human or a ghost?
"How could that be? It's estimated to cost tens of thousands of words, right? Doesn't he need to think?"
"No need, he's using assembly line!"
"Ah? What is an assembly line?"
"It's just a few people working together. Didn't he bribe those examiners? It's not a bribe. The examiners went to the king afterwards and told him that they were helping the palace generate income! They did earn a lot of money. The king heard that the princess didn't care about this, so he let them go."
"Mm, this isn't important. I want to know how they run the assembly line?"
"Is an examiner grinding, an examiner take paper, an examiner take money! For example, if I want to find Qin An to write for me, I need to hand over the money to the first examiner and the paper I used to write the poem to the second examiner. Then the first examiner would leave behind three Sword Soul Stones, and then put the remaining twelve in front of Qin An. Qin An would directly put them into his spatial storage bag. At this time, the second examiner went to take away the poem Qin An had written before. At the same time, he put the new paper in front of Qin An and Qin An continued to write. Then the second examiner handed me the poem he had written. A deal was complete. Afterwards, the second examiner would go get the paper in the hands of the second trader. The first examiner would also collect the money, and then cycle through the process. Therefore, Qin An had been writing all along, and there was no need to do anything except write! Because of him, because of the chaotic order, the examiners counted up after the poetry writing meeting. Only six of the 20,000 participants were eliminated … Miss, today's work was in vain. The only reward was more than 13,000 Sword Soul Stones handed over by Qin An, which is also the so-called personal income tax! "
'"…"
The Female Sword Saint's mouth grew bigger. She could stuff a mango into her mouth, and then she could put a mango peach in the competition.
So this was called an assembly line!
It sounded awesome. Ling Hua was about to figure it out. The most important part of this assembly line was Qin An. If he didn't have the ability to write quickly, all the operations wouldn't be able to continue.
"Hey, Miss, don't be dumbfounded! Didn't I just say that? That's not the point. Qin An's ability is not to write poetry at all."
"Writing so many poems isn't enough? What ability does he have?"
"Didn't you ask me to copy all the poems written by Qin An and arrange them into a booklet? I went to find someone. I was looking for Mu Li, the steward of the Writing and Brushing Academy. Guess what?"
"What's wrong?" Ling Hua asked anxiously. She knew about this Mu Li because he was Mu Tie's son and was said to have written a good handwriting.
After reading the poems written by Qin An himself, Mu Li said to me in distress, "Ah! Huan'er, I can't copy this person's handwriting!"
I said to him: Why? Why can't I copy it?
At this time, Mu Li's father, Mu Tie, came to visit. I hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed. Old Mu Tie was very kind. He knew that I was the princess' maidservant, so he called me up. He heard his son say that there were words that he couldn't copy, so he took out those poems written by Qin An and looked at them. The more he looked at him, the paler his face became, and the bigger his eyes widened.
In the end, Old Master Mu told me to find someone to put together all the poems. Cut them out and paste them in the booklet so that they can be edited into a volume! The reason why he did this was because Mu Tie felt that no one in the world could copy Qin An's handwriting! He's a professional, He wrote poetry in eight different way, Old Master Mu said that every style of writing was something that only masters of calligraphy could possess. Old Man Mu once studied the cultures of the east and west of the earth, "He knows that there is a country in the east that is like us. There are also many people who are good at writing calligraphy. Whether it is poetry writing or writing calligraphy, we have only been popular for nearly a thousand years, so our level is still limited. In short, Old Mu Tie is willing to kneel down and says that we have a chance to get to know Qin An."
How could this be? Does that seemingly ordinary Qin An actually have this kind of ability?
Speaking of which, the reason why Qin An could write Chinese characters, It was all because of the ability of the soul to travel in all directions, He had once crossed into the bodies of eight great spell masters, and then fused their writing styles. He would occasionally practice calligraphy, cultivate his sentiments, and use his powerful mental energy and brushwork to create eight unique calligraphy styles that seemed to be perfectly compatible with each other. This time, it could be considered as a complete display.
After being stunned for a long time, Ling Hua picked up the poem anthology again, calmed down her uneasy emotions, and prepared to open it for a look!
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