Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 442 - 344: The Investiture of the Gods Begins Broadcasting!

Chapter 442: Chapter 344: The Investiture of the Gods Begins Broadcasting!

In the following days, Zhao Yi and Linglong kept transcribing "The Investiture of the Gods" at the Crown Prince’s Mansion.

Miaoyin came once, delivered some paper, and then left with others.

People from Xuanzhen Temple, who went out to find new materials, sent news back, saying they discovered a special adhesive-like substance that might replace peach tree glue.

Miaoyin was overjoyed and, after greeting Zhao Yi, immediately took off with her team.

Zhao Yi was curious and wanted to follow, but as soon as he stepped out, he was stopped by the little poison creature.

The little poison creature had been busy hosting a broadcast on brewing techniques, repeating it so many times that she was about to vomit.

Upon hearing from Miaoyin that Zhao Yi was working on new broadcasting materials, the little poison creature eagerly awaited Zhao Yi to finish his work.

But when Zhao Yi tried to sneak away before completing his task, she couldn’t let it slide.

"Master, can you focus on the real work?"

The little poison creature stood in front of Zhao Yi with a look of grievance, as if she were a young wife being abandoned by a heartless husband.

Zhao Yi’s mouth twitched, his expression full of helplessness.

He had never realized this little girl’s business sense was so strong.

It looked like the little poison creature really took the radio broadcast seriously as a part of her job.

But Zhao Yi was determined to leave today.

Even though the little poison creature wanted to vomit after broadcasting brewing techniques for days, Zhao Yi had been memorizing "The Investiture of the Gods" for days as well, and he was equally sick of it!

And Linglong, who had just recovered from heavy injuries, had been writing continuously without rest for days, her hand almost broken.

Even if Zhao Yi could handle it without taking a break, Linglong needed rest.

Zhao Yi sighed and said to the little poison creature, "If you won’t consider me, at least think about your sister Linglong. Go inside and take a look; Linglong’s hand is nearly broken."

The little poison creature paused, then peeked inside the Crown Prince’s Mansion and saw Linglong indeed rubbing her hands, looking pale, which made her hesitate.

She asked in puzzlement, "Is writing really that exhausting?"

When Zhao Yi heard this, he immediately recalled the painful experience of being forced by Miaoyin to write textbooks from his previous life, leaving him with a lingering dread.

With a serious tone, he said, "If I had to choose, I’d rather endure another Thunder Tribulation than write!"

After speaking, Zhao Yi’s eyes sparkled as he suggested, "Haven’t you learned to read? Why don’t you try writing too?"

Upon hearing this, the little poison creature seemed to recall something and shivered, shaking her head repeatedly: "I suddenly feel what I’ve learned now is enough, the rest can wait until Sister Linglong finishes!"

"I have something to do, I’ll go first!"

After finishing her words, the little poison creature turned around as if her feet were greased and walked away quickly.

Zhao Yi watched the little poison creature’s flustered back, chuckling silently with understanding.

He could completely empathize with the little poison creature’s suffering.

Since arriving in the New World, not only were ordinary folks idle, but even people like Miaoyin found themselves quite bored.

So Miaoyin suggested that the little poison creature learn to read.

The little poison creature had all her talents focused on poison and eating, so reading was almost her weak point, and Miaoyin was stubborn and obstinately followed principles.

Then, the little poison creature’s hardship began.

Reading was slightly easier; the little poison creature wasn’t lacking in intelligence or talent, and she managed to remember the characters through rote memorization.

But writing was another story; it tormented her to no end.

For the first time, the little poison creature found that the seemingly insignificant and easy-to-break pen was even more terrifying than a hundred-pound iron hammer.

Even though she could easily handle a hundred-pound iron hammer, she couldn’t manage even a fragile pen.

As formidable as Miaoyin was, after a month of trying to teach the little poison creature, she ended up admitting helplessly that the little poison creature indeed lacked talent for writing.

The little poison creature experienced psychological trauma after being subjected to a month of Miaoyin’s torture.

Don’t even mention writing; now, just seeing a pen makes her shiver.

After scaring off the little poison creature, Zhao Yi left Linglong in the Crown Prince’s Mansion to rest while he ventured out to find Miaoyin.

Since arriving in the New World, Zhao Yi hadn’t explored around yet, so he took this opportunity for some sightseeing.

Meanwhile, as the story progressed with Zhao Yi joining the materials gathering team, the little poison creature ran back to the broadcast building, still unable to stop feeling anxious.

So close!

Luckily, she ran fast earlier, or the Master would have captured her to write.

Thinking about writing, the little poison creature suddenly shuddered, her entire body quivering.

Too terrifying!

Writing is the most horrifying thing she has encountered in her life!

Seeing the little poison creature’s frightened appearance, four female Daoists gathered around her.

"Master Xiaoxiao, what’s wrong with you?"

"Did you come back from the Crown Prince’s Mansion?"

"Did the Crown Prince finish writing?"

"Master Xiaoxiao, what are we broadcasting today, still brewing techniques?"

Upon hearing her subordinates’ words, the little poison creature slowly gathered her thoughts.

As if she suddenly remembered something, she quickly checked the drafts in her arms, seeing them intact, she relaxed.

The little poison creature patted the drafts and said with a smile, "We are not broadcasting brewing techniques today, let’s talk about something new."

Hearing this, the female Daoists simultaneously looked toward the drafts she held.

Someone reached out to grab it, but the little poison creature quickly dodged.

She warned, "This is precious, you can’t just touch it; if it’s damaged, there’ll be no more!"

Upon hearing her words, the four female Daoists looked at each other.

One couldn’t help but say, "Master, if you don’t let us touch it, how are we supposed to broadcast?"

It was evident the little poison creature had thought of this problem already, replying without hesitation, "When I read from it later, you can write it down with paper and pen you fetch!"

When the female Daoists heard this, their expressions became even stranger.

At the same time, they became increasingly curious about the contents of the drafts.

What kind of content could make Master Xiaoxiao so anxious, to the extent of not allowing them to touch it?

Immediately, the four didn’t dare to hesitate and went out to find paper and pen.

They had broadcasted the scripts for two days and felt satisfied with the job, considering it quite fun.

Now there’s new stuff, and naturally, they wouldn’t pass up such an opportunity.

The little poison creature ignored them and sat at the broadcast station, starting to review the drafts written by Linglong.

Linglong’s handwriting was exceptionally good, and as the little poison creature saw it, her face lit up with amazement.

Then she began browsing the content on the drafts.

However, she couldn’t understand it.

"The Investiture of the Gods" began with a poetic introduction.

The little poison creature’s literacy was limited to recognizing characters.

When these characters formed a poem, she was completely lost.

"What’s all this?"

The little poison creature widened her eyes, her pure gaze filled with ignorance.

She recognized each character, but when combined, they became incomprehensible!

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