One-Click Upgrade: Super Decomposition System

Chapter 371 - The Words Were as Heavy as a Thousand Jun

Zither, Chess, Calligraphy, Painting.

To grasp the Tao through the zither, to triumph over the heavens with chess!

To set the universe with words, to anchor the mountains and rivers with painting!

Jiang Hao had just finished writing when his father, Jiang, unexpectedly groped his way over.

Jiang's father noticed that each of the twenty or so characters on the xuan paper shimmered with light, and they seemed to move like swimming dragons—utterly magical!

Simultaneously, a subtle scent of ink wafted through the air, mysteriously calming his mind.

Jiang's father was astonished, thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him, so he rubbed them.

But when he looked again, the extraordinary vision had vanished!

Still, the characters exuded a sense of strength and depth.

Jiang's father hadn't anticipated his son's calligraphy to be so exquisite!

“Hao Hao, did you write this?”

Elated, Jiang's father reached out to pick up the paper for a closer examination.

“So, Dad, what do you think of my writing?”

Jiang Hao's voice was tinged with unmistakable pride as he inquired.

Before Jiang's father could respond, as he touched the spirit paper and was about to lift it, he suddenly froze.

“Hmm?”

“What's this? Why is this paper so heavy?”

Feeling the unexpected weight in his hand, Jiang's father, skeptical, exerted more effort and lifted the spirit paper.

Shock registered on his face.

Beneath the spirit paper, the characters had transferred through and were now imprinted on the table as if etched into the wood!

And the paper he held felt extraordinarily heavy!

Jiang Hao, noticing his father's astonishment, followed his gaze to the characters on the table, equally amazed.

A proverb came to mind.

“Carved deep into the wood!”

“I never imagined my calligraphy could be so mystical!”

Jiang Hao took the piece of calligraphy from his stunned father. In his hands, it was as light as gossamer, with no sign of the previous anomaly.

Jiang's father, bewildered, turned to the composed Jiang Hao and asked incredulously.

“Hao Hao, don't you feel how heavy this character is?”

Jiang Hao paused, a hint of confusion in his voice. “Dad, what's so heavy? It seems fine to me!”

Upon hearing this, Jiang's father realized that his son had misunderstood. Yet, looking at Jiang Hao, it was clear he was oblivious to the true nature of the situation. And how could Jiang's father even begin to explain such an extraordinary phenomenon?

But he was certain of one thing—his earlier sensation hadn't been a mistake. His son's calligraphy was far from ordinary.

“Oh!”

“It's nothing, really.”

“I'm quite fond of this piece. Why don't you give it to me?” he said, smoothly taking the calligraphy from Jiang Hao's hands.

”It's all yours if you like it,” Jiang Hao replied indifferently.

Jiang Hao wasn't particularly attached; after all, he could recreate the word whenever he wished. So he happily let his father have it.

But as Jiang's father examined the calligraphy now in his possession, he was struck with astonishment. The weighty presence that once clung to the characters had vanished the moment Jiang Hao touched it. Now, it appeared no different from any other piece of writing.

Such a mystical piece deserved special treatment. Jiang's father decided to have it framed and hung above his bed, where he could admire it at his leisure.

With the calligraphy in hand, he left.

Meanwhile, Jiang Hao confirmed the quality of his calligraphy, then allocated a space within the System Space to store his writing materials. It was time to invest in some painting tools.

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Elsewhere, Jiang's father stepped out with the piece of calligraphy in tow. He may not have been well-versed in literature, but he was familiar with certain idioms and their meanings—like how powerful words could penetrate deep into wood or weigh as much as a thousand catties. He had always thought such sayings were mere folklore, but today, he became a believer.