It had been three or four days since Du Sixian beca a formal mber of the Night Watch. During these three or four days, An Qing, who was in charge of new mber training, conducted a comprehensive ability test on her. The test results...
Watching Du Sixian erge from a testing device that looked like an Iron Maiden, An Qing frowned and filled in the data on the form in her hand, saying, "Alright, this is the last test."
"How were the test results? Can I officially participate in your operations now?" Du Sixian asked sowhat excitedly, her pair of amber eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"The test results..." An Qing hesitated, pondering for two seconds, then said tactfully, "The results are a bit subtle, so you can't participate in operations for now."
In An Qing's view, Du Sixian's test results were indeed difficult to describe. The Spirit Mark had been completed; with just a slight activation of Spiritual Energy, the phantom image of the izi Henggong Fish could be seen on her body.
Based on the test results, her Spiritual Energy fluctuation intensity had barely reached B Level. This intensity, for a newcor who had just obtained a Spirit Mark, far exceeded the qualified standard.
But strangely, aside from a significant improvent in her water abilities and the reinforcent of her physical functions by Spiritual Energy, she did not acquire any special abilities.
This was very contradictory.
Possessing only powerful, high-level Spiritual Energy without special abilities for a Psychic to use was like a high-spec computer without a driver system; it didn't have much use.
From the Night Watch's standard, this was another failed Spirit Mark drawing.
The word'subtle' was not a good word.
In Du Sixian's view, whenever urban legend or mysterious powers were involved, "subtle" never ant anything good. Her mood couldn't help but beco a little low for a mont.
"Sister Qing, tell honestly, did my Spiritual Energy drawing fail?" Du Sixian asked with a mournful face.
"Actually, it..." An Qing turned her head away, not daring to look Du Sixian in the eye.
"Don't lie!"
"Sigh!" An Qing retracted her gaze, patted Du Sixian's shoulder, and said, "Actually, the situation isn't that bad. There have been many cases before you where Psychic had strong Spiritual Energy fluctuations but no useful special abilities, but this isn't sothing that can't be solved."
Since they had spent so much effort to make people with Psychic potential into Psychic, the Night Watch certainly wouldn't let them waste their talents. People with strong physical functions could be trained, but Spiritual Energy wasn't that easy to train.
Therefore, to deal with this type of Psychic, the Night Watch had a series of standard Spells, precision Spells, and even forbidden Spells specifically for them to learn.
"Maybe in so ways, you're a genius!" An Qing looked at Du Sixian, suddenly rembering sothing, and said with a serious expression.
In the past, Psychic similar to Du Sixian would more or less have a series of useless special abilities. Those special abilities, in a way, beca obstacles for them to learn standard Spells.
A Psychic like Du Sixian, who had absolutely no special abilities, was like a clean, shining white paper. If the learned Spells were properly matched, a magnificent painting could be drawn.
"Really? A genius in what way?" Du Sixian tilted her head.
"Hmm..." An Qing looked Du Sixian up and down and said solemnly, "A genius of the 'waste' genre."
When the first Psychic without special abilities appeared, they were once called pseudo-Psychic.
Also, because the Spirit Marks of this type of Psychic didn't have a specific bias, and it was very difficult to complete them without any clues, that first ever pseudo-Psychic was once mocked as the "waste genre template."
However...
He really was a waste; there was no story of a waste counterattacking or pretending to be cool and slapping faces.
The person who solved this problem was a genius who specialized in Spells and appeared more than ten years ago. He not only solved the problem of the pseudo-Psychic's combat power deficiency but also developed a set of enhancent plans belonging to these special Psychic.
If you can't complete the Spirit Mark with urban legend, then complete it with Spells!
However, at that ti, the sun had not yet shown abnormalities, and the number of urban legend had not surged. There wasn't a need for so many "useful" Psychic, and the Night Watch didn't pay much attention to his plan; he didn't even beco a formal mber of the Night Watch.
It wasn't until the night began to grow long that his plan was brought up again and promoted.
An Qing was fortunate enough to have t that person once. Recalling that person's figure, a playful smile appeared on her lips.
That person was the only living person she was interested in.
Looking at An Qing, Du Sixian tilted her head, and a huge question mark popped up in her mind for a mont.
A genius... of the 'waste' genre? How does that sound a bit off?
...
Du Sixian was led back to the office by An Qing with great doubts and settled down.
After waiting for a long ti in the office, An Qing walked in carrying a large leather case covered in rivets and dust. With a "bang!", she placed the case in front of Du Sixian.
"What is this?" Du Sixian tilted her head, casting an inquiring look at An Qing.
An Qing's red lips curved slightly upwards. She took out a silver key from the fitted pocket of her professional suit, unlocked the case, lifted the lid, and took out a copper tube about the thickness of an arm, carved with intricate patterns, and shook it in front of Du Sixian.
"Standard Spells. This large case is basically standard equipnt for the Night Watch in every city, but it's rarely used most of the ti."
After all, there weren't that many pseudo-Psychic, and other Psychic didn't need to learn these, An Qing thought.
"What... what's the use of this?" Du Sixian asked, puzzled.
An Qing raised her eyebrows slightly and smiled, "As long as you learn these and use them proficiently, you can formally participate in our operations."
Du Sixian looked at An Qing, then at the copper tubes in the case, took a deep breath, and casually took one out, holding it in her hand. With a gentle shake, she took out the parchnt scroll from inside, unfolded it, and a section of ink-wash text written with a brush in a strong, vigorous style appeared before her eyes.
【Strike Spell Three: Red Fla Flash...】
After reading the content on the parchnt scroll, sothing in Du Sixian's body was subtly stirring. Her eyes couldn't help but light up slightly.
Her intuition told her that she could easily learn the content on the parchnt scroll.
...
In the evening, until the sky was almost completely dark, Lu Yibei, who had endured the pain of interrupted transformation in the evening, slowly made his way to Jingyi Apartnt.
This was sothing he had planned long ago. During the ti he cooperated with Ju ng, he would find an excuse to go out during the day and stay out until after dark before returning ho.
Stopping at the door of his house, Lu Yibei took out his key, opened the door as usual, and casually said, "I'm back."
"Welco back. Do you want to eat first, or hand over the public grain first?"
Hearing a girl's voice coming from inside the house, Lu Yibei paused slightly, stepped back a few steps outside the door, and looked at the house number.
This is my house, right? How could...
Thinking, Lu Yibei suddenly snapped out of his discomfort, shrugged, and continued walking into the house.
Tis have changed, there is indeed a female 'person' in my house, Lu Yibei thought.
Entering the house, Lu Yibei saw Ju ng sitting at the dining table at a glance. She was wearing a coral fleece penguin Coat she had gotten from sowhere, her long, fair legs extended from under the Coat, sitting cross-legged on the chair, with half a duck neck unfinished in her mouth, casting an expectant look at him.
"..." Lu Yibei was silent for a mont, then pointed at Ju ng's clothes and the takeout on the table, "Where did you get the money to buy these things?"
"I am a dignified deity! My followers give offerings every year, okay?" Ju ng rolled her eyes impatiently.
"You haven't seen it. Every year during the Spring Equinox, thousands of followers tie coins with red string and throw them onto the branches under the peach tree to make wishes, and also put money into the rit box and buy incense and candles from the Great Priests to worship. It's quite spectacular."
"What the hell?" Lu Yibei tilted his head and said, "You stole the wish coins to use? Do you have any public morality?"
"What do you an, steal?" Ju ng put down the duck neck, wiped her small mouth, and retorted loudly, "That was offered to ! Is there a problem with , your Sister, using it?"
Lu Yibei, "..." I forgot about that. She's an outdated deity, so it seems reasonable for her to use the money from her own rit box?
"If you're not convinced, you can also find so followers and take on so dependents! Oh no, you're a normal human, you can't take on followers or dependents, so never mind."
Lu Yibei, "..." She's such a good-looking Miss, why does she always talk in such a sarcastic tone?
While Lu Yibei was complaining inwardly, Ju ng had already moved closer to him, extended her greasy little hand, rubbed her index finger and thumb together, and said, "Hand over the public grain."
"Huh?" Lu Yibei was stunned for a mont and said, "What are you talking about? Let confirm, did you really change the oath from 'beco husband and wife' to 'beco partners' last night?"
"Of course!" Ju ng affird, "However, didn't you say when you went out during the day? There's a job, you've been out for most of the day, where's the core of the Strange Tale entity? Hand it over, quickly."
Looking at Ju ng's roguish expression, Lu Yibei, "..."
How does she look so much like a delinquent Older sister head extorting students passing by the school gate?
I feel like many of your followers probably didn't give their rit money voluntarily?
"It's not that easy? I'm just a normal person, hunting urban legend takes a lot of ti," Lu Yibei said.
"Anyway, this job is a bust today. After I went, I didn't find anything, only recorded so of the content on that set of bamboo slips. You can interpret it. If you can't figure anything out, it might be ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) completely hopeless."
Lu Yibei said with a helpless tone, spreading his hands. At this mont, Ju ng suddenly grabbed his wrist and brought it to her nose to sniff.
Lu Yibei, "???"
What's she doing? Does she have so special fetish? This, this is making quite embarrassed.
After Ju ng pressed her nose to Lu Yibei's hand and sniffed several tis, she looked him directly in the eyes with a serious expression and said, "The bamboo dust residue on your fingers, guess when it's from?"
"Ming or Qing Dynasty?" Lu Yibei tilted his head and asked.
"Ming or Qing, my foot! I think it's at most from the Qingming Festival! Judging from the sll, it's bamboo cut down after the Spring Equinox this year," Ju ng rolled her eyes and said, "You were probably tricked by your Teacher; he didn't show you the original."
Lu Yibei, "..." Damn! Even a People's Teacher lies and deceives students? Is there any teacher's ethics left?
However...
Why would he lie? Is there so hidden reason? Lu Yibei thought, his mood inexplicably becoming a little heavy.
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