After returning to the mountain cave, both of them lay down directly...
Tang Tian turned his head, gazing at Luo Qianqian’s face full of exhaustion, then slowly crawled up and walked to the adjacent cave. Even such a simple action, however, took quite a bit of ti.
The night enveloped the earth, the cold and silent moonlight casting a silver and white glow upon the mountains.
Big Black and Xiao Hei sat atop the mountain, silently facing the moon.
anwhile, in the cave halfway up the mountain, Luo Qianqian lay sleeping, her eyes closed. A sliver of moonlight quietly crept through the entrance, shining upon her weary body.
Suddenly, the moonlight rippled as if disturbed by a ripple on water, like a gate opening, more moonlight appeared, spreading across the cave entrance, casting onto Luo Qianqian’s body. Strands of moonlight, rippling without water, seed to be drawn to the black ring on Luo Qianqian’s finger.
The ring emitted a faint ghostly glow, ancient and with a unique charm. Luo Qianqian, originally tired and asleep, slowly opened her eyes as if sensing the light, but then a wave of dizziness hit from deep within her mind, and she found herself in a place without sunlight.
No light, no sound, no wind.
The suddenness of it all added to Luo Qianqian’s anxiety, making her subconsciously pinch her cheek.
Before she could feel if there was pain, Luo Qianqian stiffly looked towards her wrist, finding it raised effortlessly? Without any resistance?
She waved her arms up and down, left and right, as if eager to do a set of exercises to prove her existence.
"Is this a dream?" She was very clear that the Silver Ring on her hand couldn’t be removed, no matter how much she tried to bite or cut it with a knife, it was to no avail. She wouldn’t doubt if it were diamond rather than a Silver Ring.
While Luo Qianqian was lost in her thoughts, suddenly a tiny sound echoed in the silent space. A sphere of light bumped into her, seeming to appear out of thin air, but the icy blue eyes within it stared straight at her, as if observing for a long ti. The light slowly morphed into a silhouette, identical to the old man’s figure she had seen in the underground stone chamber, except this ti he looked serious, without his usual gentleness.
"Old gentleman?"
Luo Qianqian dumbly gazed at the elder in front of her. The next second, she rushed forward in tears: "Old gentleman, you scared even after you’re dead? Think of , I’m so young and almost scared to death. Can you really take responsibility if anything happens to ?"
Her mind was a complete ss. Without understanding why the dream was out of control, she continued to complain.
"Sit down."
As Luo Qianqian imitated ng Jiangnv, Elder Xuan swung his sleeve, toppling Luo Qianqian to the ground. From nowhere, a brush appeared in his hand, and a flash of movent brought a piece of talisman paper before them. Dragon-like strokes instantly covered it with complex patterns.
Luo Qianqian quickly sat properly, confused, and watched everything unfold.
"Is this... drawing in thin air?"
She stared blankly at the Talisman Seal drawn by Xuan Ming, her face full of incomprehension.
But quickly, her eyes widened in surprise.
Xuan Ming’s finger touched the talisman paper, and the Water Elent slowly spread along the brush strokes...
As the light flashed by, the talisman paper floated quietly in the air.
A teacup appeared in Xuan Ming’s hand, and he splashed the contained water onto the talisman paper. Instantly, a longsword materialized in his hand.
"Wow, that’s amazing, do it again," Luo Qianqian promptly applauded.
"The Talisman Tool Record I created synthesizes talisman crafting with Artifact Refining, requiring imnse spiritual power and pure Power of Attributes as support. I journey on the path of talismans, unmatched in this realm. The Xuanming Ring is the pinnacle of my life’s efforts. Yet the world’s tribulation destroyed the legacy, and now you inherit it, I shall teach with all my strength, ensuring the way of Talisman Tool will never fall..."
Lines of text appeared in mid-air. Though so were convoluted, Luo Qianqian understood, her face filled with astonishnt.
This black ring turned out to be the Xuanming Ring. The Xuanming Ring wasn’t just a storage space, but a cultivation space, devoid of any external objects.
With a trace of shock in her eyes, Luo Qianqian looked at the final line of text in the air, took a deep breath, and knelt down, bowing three tis and kowtowing nine: "Disciple Luo Qianqian vows to inherit the Talisman’s lineage, carry it forward, and restore its glory in the cultivation calamity, upholding Elder and Master’s na!"
"Peng"
This sound made Luo Qianqian fall to the ground because several talisman papers suddenly appeared in front of her, along with a brush floating in the air.
She swallowed her saliva, utterly confused.
"The path of Talisman Tools consus countless gold and silver. Talisman paper needs money, so does talisman water. Practice is to save costs." The light shadow landed lightly beside Luo Qianqian, waving a large brush. It began to carve talisman tools in front of her: "Not only Talisman Tools, but Talisman Seals also need to be drawn in one go, absolutely cannot be broken."
Luo Qianqian stared at the pattern drawn by Xuan Ming, morizing every detail with utmost clarity.
After forming the pattern in one stroke, Luo Qianqian was full of admiration. Although Xuan Ming’s illusion made it seem simple, the completed drawing was incredibly complex, making her swallow her saliva.
"The first step requires powerful spiritual power. Spiritual power first, talismanic brush later. Finally, pure attributes are needed. If the attributes aren’t pure, even the highest-grade talisman tool will be a subpar product."
Luo Qianqian dumbfoundedly watched the movent of the light shadow’s hand, deeply astonished.
This ti, when water was poured, a small dagger appeared, resembling beginner’s gear...
"In your initial learning, I won’t make it hard for you. Creating this dagger successfully will be your pass."
Luo Qianqian swallowed her saliva again, tightly gripping the brush, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
To laugh is because she always encounters great opportunities, whether or not she understands them. To cry is because every opportunity brings trouble.
But to be easily defeated wasn’t in the spirit of Luo Qianqian, who proclaid to save the world.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, engraving the earlier pattern in her mind, ticulously recalling each detail; it might not an she was fully prepared, but she had so grasp.
Her spiritual power, now unshackled from the Silver Ring, was formidable. After rigorous practice within the limited spiritual power, she wouldn’t waste a single bit, though her thod was crude, managing to awkwardly proceed.
Suddenly, everything went black, and the talisman paper in front of her was wasted.
Luo Qianqian gasped, looking at Xuan Ming in panic. Her spiritual power could only carve halfway before depleting? Even when she had learned to calculate, avoiding wastage?
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