"How could this happen?"
Zhang Chen was stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief. How could his magical power be absorbed by Xie Lingyun’s soul?
If Zhang Chen’s magical power were likened to water, then Xie Lingyun’s soul would be a parched desert. How would water flow when it encounters a desert?
At this moment, as Zhang Chen’s magical power was being absorbed by Xie Lingyun’s soul, an indescribable sense of comfort emanated from Xie Lingyun’s soul. Xie Lingyun realized that as she absorbed the ’Qi’ transmitted by Zhang Chen, she detected a subtle change within her soul. This change was very delicate, but she couldn’t exactly explain what it was. She just felt that her soul underwent some mysterious transformation, but it was so faint that it was hard for her to perceive any benefits.
"I understand now. It should be because our constitutions are different, which is why this anomaly occurred." Xie Lingyun opened her eyes and said to Zhang Chen.
Zhang Chen withdrew his palm, looking at Xie Lingyun with a puzzled expression: "What do you mean?"
Xie Lingyun said, "Maybe it’s because the Qi Sensing just formed in my body and was absorbed by my soul, which is why I can’t develop Qi Sensing."
Zhang Chen inwardly chuckled at this, thinking Xie Lingyun’s speculation was quite far-fetched, but he did not correct her, amused by her misunderstanding.
"Maybe I have no fate with the Immortal Dao," Xie Lingyun said with a hint of dejection.
"Perhaps the opportunity hasn’t arrived yet," Zhang Chen consoled her.
Xie Lingyun was noncommittal at his words, looking at the twilight outside: "I should go back now. I’ll come back tomorrow to discuss the mysteries of the Qi Cultivation Technique with you."
Xie Lingyun left, and Zhang Chen held the scripture given by Xie Lingyun, looking at the four large characters on the cover, completely unrecognizable to him.
Fortunately, there was a translation annotation in smaller text beside the scripture: Upper Pure Handwriting.
"What’s this? Upper Pure Handwriting?" Zhang Chen looked at the translated text, and a massive shock swept through his heart, causing it to beat rapidly, as if it had encountered an eighteen-magnitude earthquake. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
Upper Pure?
Could it be the Upper Pure I understand? What a joke!!!
"Upper Pure Tongtian Saint?" Zhang Chen couldn’t quite believe it.
Hurriedly, he opened the first page of the book. The page was filled with mysterious text, and beside the mysterious text was the translated version: In former years, I listened to my mentor expounding the Great Path of Talismans, and thus recorded this handwriting.
Just simple words without any extraneous language, and upon turning the first page, he was greeted by an extremely complex talisman. The talisman had no name, just a pattern etched onto the paper.
Zhang Chen glanced at the symbol, then continued to turn the pages. As he flipped through quickly, each subsequent page was filled with symbols, until the last page, where a scrawl noted an unfinished sentence: Not enough time!
The simple four characters left Zhang Chen stunned: "What do you mean not enough time?"
He didn’t quite understand.
"There are a total of three hundred and sixty-five types of talismans recorded in this book. Wanting to reach entry-level understanding of them all within a month is simply impossible..." Zhang Chen, holding the Upper Pure Handwriting, was caught in a dilemma. He could only choose the key talismans to focus on, but the issue was that he couldn’t even comprehend the meanings of the talismans, so how could he choose to specialize in one?
"So it’s very difficult then, are you saying I have to randomly select a talisman on the chance of getting lucky?" Zhang Chen smiled bitterly.
The people from the Inspection and Supervision Department couldn’t even reach entry-level in talismans, so naturally, they wouldn’t know the utility or names of the talismans, making it impossible to annotate them.
Zhang Chen stared blankly at the book in his hand, flipping back and forth through the symbols, unable to decide for the moment.
"Sip~"
Just then, Xiaodouding entered holding a bowl of medicinal soup, her small face like a bitter melon, drinking the concoction as she walked in from outside: "Zhang Chen, why aren’t you practicing martial arts? Why are you reading these useless books again? This book of yours is quite strange, seems to be rather old."
"How do you think one can quickly memorize the content of an entire book?" Zhang Chen inquired.
Xiaodouding looked at him as if he were a fool, responding without hesitation: "Are you stupid? If you say it’s the entire book, then of course you have to memorize it as a whole; memorizing in one go with seamless transition is naturally faster."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen lowered his head, pondering over Xiaodouding’s words with a glimmer of inspiration flashing in his mind: "Indeed, since it is a book, it should be seen as a whole. I’ll try incorporating this, focusing on one talisman while also practicing the others in tandem. Perhaps the Golden Finger might recognize the whole book as a unit, and then wouldn’t I succeed directly?"
"Xiaodouding’s suggestion did remind me, could it be possible to treat this book as a whole skill? To grind out the entire book’s experience?"
If he could grind through the entire Upper Pure Handwriting, wouldn’t his troubles all be gone?
Zhang Chen, holding the book, stood there thoughtfully: "But how to grind it out?"
Upon this thought, Zhang Chen suddenly broke into a bright smile, ran forward, and hugged Xiaodouding’s head tightly, giving her cheek a firm kiss: "Senior Sister, you really are my lucky star."
With that said, Zhang Chen began to carefully think over the order of the first talisman’s strokes and then took up a wooden stick, drawing on the sand tray.
Xiaodouding leaned forward, looking at Zhang Chen’s book, seeing the Ghost Runes on the pages, her face becoming even more crestfallen: "Junior Brother, you aren’t still thinking about Cultivating Immortality, are you?"