Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
âIâll go talk to Grand Deity Zhen Yuan now then. I still have some time left!â
Chen Xiaobei exited the group chat and opened a private chat with the Grand Deity Zhen Yuan.
Chen Xiaobei: Grand Deity Zhen Yuan! Are you there? I have an emergency, and that Iâd to ask for your help!
Grand Deity Zhen Yuan: Xiaobei! You found me at the right time! I was just going to look for you! (urgent urgent urgent)
Chen Xiaobei:Â Oh, Grand Deity, can it wait? I have an emergency here, life and death! Please help me solve my problem first, then weâll talk about yours!
Grand Deity Zhen Yuan: No! No! I also need saving!
Chen Xiaobei: Donât tell meâ¦. (shocked). In the three realms, other than Heavenly Saint, who else would want to kill you?
Grand Deity Zhen Yuan: Old Leader! Old Leader is killing me! (urgent urgent urgent) The latest chapter of âZhu Feng the Battle Godâ is just wayyyy too good! But it stopped at the very crucial moment!
Chen Xiaobei: Err⦠(waterfall of sweat). Thatâs such a trivial thing. Why are you so overwrought?
Grand Deity Zhen Yuan: How could this be a trivial thing? The protagonistâs family are forced into a desperate life-and-death situation! Iâll have to wait for the next chapter to find out how the protagonist is going to resolve this crisis! Iâm an old fart! All this anxiety is going to torture me to death!
Chen Xiaobei: So, you want to me rush the author?
Grand Deity Zhen Yuan: Yes! Go tell him to write more, and be quick! If I donât read the next chapter, my entire being will suffer!
Chen Xiaobei: I can do that, but shouldnât you show some appreciation? (smirk)
Grand Deity Zhen Yuan: I thought we agreed that once the author completes 3 million words, Iâll give you a Ginseng Fruit? You canât try to take advantage of me like that!
Chen Xiaobei: Donât you worry! Iâm not the kind of person who goes back on my words! I just want to borrow your Mirage Mystifying Fan! Iâll return it once Iâm done using it!
Grand Deity Zhen Yuan: Lend you the Mirage Mystifying Fan? No, I wonât! If you can convince the Old Leader to upload more, I will give you a replica! It will just be a Spiritual Instrument, but itâs more than enough to be used on earth!
Chen Xiaobei: Alright! Itâs a deal then! You give me the Mirage Mystifying Fan replica first. I guarantee that Old Leader will write a new chapter by tonight!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Grand Deity Zhen Yuan: Alright! I trust you to do that! Get ready to collect an envelope!
Ding!
[Congratulations! Youâve received a red envelope from the Grand Deity Zhen Yuan! The Mirage Mystifying Fan replica has been stored inside your treasure chest!]
âGreat! Iâve got it! Now, I still have a little bit more time. I better contact Old Leader now. I really cannot afford to disappoint the grand deity!â
Chen Xiaobei quickly went on QQ messenger to chat with Old Leader.
After a period of still keeping in touch, Chen Xiaobei and the Old Leader had built quite a good friendship.
Right now, it was not too late in the night and the Old Leader was feeling inspired, so Chen Xiaobei did not have to do much convincing, and Old Leader agreed to write one more chapter.
âIâm lucky that Old Leader is feeling inspired. If I lose Grand Deity Zhen Yuanâs trust, I wonât be able to face him next time. Iâll just have to wait for Old Leader to finish his work now.â Chen Xiaobei exhaled.
âHeâs here! The artist is here!â
A shout could be heard from outside the door of the Lu Familyâs mansion.
One of the Lu family servants brought an old man into the mansion. The pair were walking briskly towards the living hall.
Every one of the core members of the Lu family was present.
Lu Bu was called to the living room at once.
âMr. Lu, you can begin!â Lu Mingjun said.
âMm!â Lu Bu nodded and then looked at the old artist and said, âI am not a very detailed person. So, my descriptions may not be very accurate. You may need to draw a few times. Then, we can pick from the paintings that you have drawn.â
âThatâs not a problem at all. Thatâs the role of a sketch artist. I will do my best!â The old artist spoke confidently, but there was a weariness in his eyes.
It was probably a combination of his old age and the fact that he was forced to leave the comfort of his bed, which explains his fatigue.
But at that moment, everyone was too focused on how well the sketch would turn out that no one paid attention to the old artistâs mental condition.
âThen letâs begin!â Lu Bu said. âChen Xiaobei, 21 or 22 years old. His face shape isâ¦â
Lu Bu then proceeded to describe Chen Xiaobeiâs face from his faint memory. The artist then drew as he was told, combining each stroke into a rough portrait of a person.
Lu Bu really was not a very detailed person.
It was very rushed, that very one time they met. Lu Bu had not paid any attention to Chen Xiaobeiâs looks. Thus, it was very difficult for him to even describe it from memory.
Lu Buâs vocabulary was very limited too. The description he gave was all very unclear.
On top of that, the artist was not very awake throughout the whole process either.
When the first sketch was done, Chen Xiaobei nearly broke into laughter.
He had an almond-shaped face with a pointed chin, his brows were willowy and his lips were like cherries. It was practically a portrait of a woman! It had no resemblance to Chen Xiaobei at all!
Had this sketch been put up all over the city, no one would be able to recognize it as Chen Xiaobei.
âNo! Thatâs not right!â Lu Bu shook his head when he saw the final sketch. âChen Xiaobeiâs face is slimmer, but his chin is not that pointy! His eyebrows are too delicate, and his lips are too small!â
âEr, I was just drawing according to everything you said.â The old artist swallowed. âWhy donât we draw a new one?â
âYes, start again! We have to start again! This is just too unalike!â
Lu Bu frowned and began his explanation again.
The second attempt was only but a slight difference from the first.
Lu Bu was all tongue-tied and floundering, and the old artistâs penwork was frivolous and uninspired.
Before the second sketch was done, you could already tell that it was also a failed attempt.
Outside the mansion.
Chen Xiaobei could not wait any longer, âItâs time to get rid of this problem once and for all!â
In a dark corner, Chen Xiaobei retrieved the Mirage Mystifying Fan from the Infinite Space Ring.
Chen Xiaobei held the fan in his palm, a strong Spiritual Connection formed with him, and the usage instructions were transferred into Chen Xiaobeiâs mind.
âOh, so thatâs what Yanwang was talking about! No wonder he said that I would understand once I got this item!â
Chen Xiaobei smiled in relieve, as if his troubles were already over.
Swish!
Chen Xiaobei opened the fan and aimed at Lu Bu.
An invisible, clear wind blew towards Lu Bu and made its way into the space between his eyebrows.
âYes! Thatâs it! That looks like it! This sketch looks exactly like Chen Xiaobei! We just need to use this sketch to find Chen Xiaobei!â Lu Bu said with certainty, pointing at the second sketch that had only just been completed.
The rest of the members in the living hall were bewildered.
âMr. Lu, are you sure?â Lu Mingjun said. âWhy do I feel like this sketch and the previous one isnât that different? There were only some slight changes in the areas you mentioned.â
âNo! These sketches are very different! Trust me! Use this to find Chen Xiaobei! Itâs definitely not wrong!â Lu Bu sounded very sure. âThis artist is incredible! He has only my words to go by, but the painting looks so much like the person! Excellent! Good job!â
Once again, Chen Xiaobei nearly burst out laughing.