270, The Magician seeks not to contend, thus no one in the world can contend with him; the Martial Artist must contend, hence in the world there is no rival.

The steward was extremely meticulous in his work, strictly following Zhao Douan's orders, and the books he purchased piled up into a small mountain.

In most of these books, the sections recording the Grand Ancestor Emperor might only contain a few sentences.

Zhao Douan didn't mind at all and immediately began to read and chew over the content.

In a daze, it was as if he had returned to his past life, crazily cramming for exams at home before a test.

Over the next few days, Zhao Douan hardly left his house, declining all external work.

He did not seek out Mr. Hai again, and he also let go of all his responsibilities at the government office.

Day in and day out, he immersed himself in reading and thinking in the study, even eating and sleeping there.

He seemed possessed.

By the third day, Zhao Douan called the old steward again, requesting a large amount of brushes and ink.

Unexpectedly, he began to paint without any prior warning.