Jiang Yan had the most trouble writing in his life. He scrawled a single stroke and danced like dragons and phoenixes like ghost drawings. The teacher criticized him for saying "the heart is wild".
On a thunderstorm night, he was lying on the table writing a self-reflection that he could never finish. When he opened his eyes again, he was already a down-and-out young man in the northern border of Dayin. His parents died early, he was living under the shelter of others, he was beaten and starved, and his name was exactly the same as his.
That night when he was desperate, he grabbed a piece of charcoal and painted it on the earthen wall with endless reluctance. The ghostly symbols on the wall actually burned out and left scorch marks, and an iron knife fell out of thin air into the palm of his hand. Heaven and earth responded to him for the first time.
But this power is by no means responsive to every request: he can only create things that he has truly understood. If he fails to understand the principles, the pen will become waste ink; every time he writes, he must use his blood and longevity as "ink", which may cause him to vomit blood and fall asleep, or suffer from premature birth; the creation will even leave "ink marks", attracting the powerful Wei family's dead copyists and the evil sect's ink-devouring lineage to hunt them step by step.
From drawing a red to writing a post, from a sword move to changing one's fate, he practiced calligraphy and tamed his heart every stroke, and was forced to see clearly again and again in the torrent of huge profits, betrayal and troubled times: what can be made is far less important than whether it should be made.
When the sky fell in Dayin, Jiang Yan finally understood - if a decision can be made only for personal gain, it is as light as a feather; if it is a decision that determines the livelihood of the people, it is as heavy as the universe.
Intention: What truly determines the outcome is never the pen, but whether the person holding the pen is worthy or not. A good-for-nothing young man who was tired of studying and was lazy when writing, spent his life's hardships and sacrifices to rewrite himself into a person worthy of this pen - with growth, responsibility, protecting the people, and restraint, he wrote...