"Impossible! Who can draw for an entire day? They'd be exhausted!"
Qiusheng was immediately astonished.
Wen Cai looked at him with disdain.
"Your junior brother went out with master last night and returned at dawn. He slept until the afternoon before starting." Wen Cai explained, beckoning Qiusheng over with a wave. Curiously, Qiusheng leaned in.
Wen Cai recounted everything that happened in the morning. Qiusheng exclaimed, "Could it be that your junior brother is truly gifted?"
"Who knows? Did master teach you the Lightning Thunder Fist?"
"No."
Qiusheng shook his head vigorously, like a rattle. Wen Cai chuckled, "That's right. Go ask master to teach you and see."
"I will!"
Qiusheng was not one to admit defeat. He prided himself on his intelligence and couldn't fathom why Xu Yan could learn something he couldn't. He decided to ask during dinner.
Finally, success!
After hours of struggle, wasting numerous materials, and nearly exhausting himself, Xu Yan was thrilled to finally create a Corpse-Stabilizing Talisman. But now, he faced a problem: the talisman was created, yet there was no subject for experimentation.
Checking the system, he found that the Corpse-Stabilizing Talisman had advanced from Novice to Entry-level, a mere first level.
"What? You succeeded?"
The four disciples sat down to dinner. When Xu Yan presented the talisman to Uncle Ninth for inspection, Uncle Ninth was astounded, unable to believe that Xu Yan had mastered the creation of the talisman in just a few hours.
Taking the talisman, Uncle Ninth tested it and looked peculiar. "It's genuine, no mistake."
How many days did it take him to learn it?
Uncle Ninth recounted in his mind. Meanwhile, Wen Cai buried his head in his rice, fearing he'd be used as a negative example. Qiusheng had forgotten about the Lightning Thunder Fist, utterly defeated.
He, who prided himself on his intelligence, had taken four whole days to create his first finished talisman!
But Xu Yan? Just a few hours. As the saying goes, comparison is the thief of joy. Indeed, without comparison, there was no harm.
"Cough, cough! Good job, keep it up. You're very talented." Uncle Ninth coughed lightly, dismissing it as a trivial matter and continuing with his meal.
Starting tomorrow, they would practice the Thunder Mantra and Lightning Thunder Fist in the morning, and learn to create talismans in the afternoon and evening.
Uncle Ninth was as indifferent as water, but Xu Yan thought he had succeeded too slowly and unconsciously felt he should work harder. The early bird catches the worm, and the slow bird needs to fly early.
A month passed swiftly.
Xu Yan had a fulfilling month, but the only thing that dissatisfied him was the lack of merit points. A whole month!
The Lightning Thunder Fist had advanced from Novice to Entry-level one. Xu Yan could concentrate an arc of lightning in his palm, seemingly insignificant but powerful, with moderate speed.
As for talisman creation, Xu Yan was highly gifted. He could quickly draw most of the messy talismans, except for the Purple Lightning Talisman. Most ordinary talismans had unknowingly upgraded to the second level.
Uncle Ninth was both surprised and helpless. He was delighted by his disciple's talent but frustrated that this disciple was too outstanding, making the other two almost embarrassed to face others.
"Qiusheng, Xu Yan, follow me on a trip. Wen Cai, watch the Yizhuang."
What had happened that Uncle Ninth was so urgent?
Xu Yan and Qiusheng exchanged glances, quickly grabbed what they needed, and followed Uncle Ninth out of the Yizhuang, leaving a bewildered Wen Cai to guard it.
Since Xu Yan joined, Wen Cai's duties had mostly been limited to cleaning and guarding the Yizhuang.
"Did you bring the tools?"
After walking a considerable distance from the Yizhuang, Uncle Ninth asked, turning his head.
What the hell!
Xu Yan stumbled, almost falling. Master, were you going out without bringing your tools for eating?
Moreover, they didn't know what he needed. Qiusheng looked at Uncle Ninth helplessly, thinking similarly to Xu Yan.
"I only brought some regular talisman paper, a bronze sword, and a peach wood sword."
Fortunately, Xu Yan had prepared some things in advance, or the three of them would have had to run back to get them.
True disciples were indeed more reliable!
Uncle Ninth glared at Qiusheng, as if saying, "You didn't prepare the tools for eating? Are you even my disciple? What are you up to, rebelling?"
"Enough."
After saying that, Uncle Ninth ran ahead, and Qiusheng and Xu Yan had to follow, both still unsure of what they were dealing with.
"Master, what's happened? Why are we rushing like this?"
Qiusheng seized the opportunity to ask during a break. The three had been running, and thankfully, they were strong enough; otherwise, they would have been exhausted before reaching their destination.
Uncle Ninth looked up at the setting sun, took the water bottle Xu Yan handed him, drank some water, and panted, "Your Uncle Qianhe sent me a message. There are zombies outside the small mountain town in the west. Some people have died. He can't leave, so he asked me to come and subdue the zombies."
Finally, some business had come. Xu Yan had been eagerly waiting for merit points for a month and wondered what level of zombies they were dealing with and if they would be too difficult to handle.
Uncle Qianhe, wasn't he the one from Uncle Vampire?
His ending seemed tragic, bitten by a spirit zombie.
Lightning could easily destroy ghosts and zombies, but under certain conditions, it could also make them exceptionally powerful, though the chances were lower than winning the lottery.
It seemed that each Maoshan disciple had their own territory and rarely crossed over unless asked for help. They also rarely met their fellow disciples.
"Zombies?!"
Qiusheng was shocked and exclaimed, "Master, isn't Uncle Qianhe harming us? Zombies aren't easy to deal with. Maybe he can't handle them, so he's asking you."
"Don't be ridiculous!"
Uncle Ninth flew into a rage, his beard bristling, and slapped Qiusheng, who covered his head and hid behind Xu Yan.
Why did you have to open your mouth?
Xu Yan rolled his eyes at Qiusheng's words. Firstly, Uncle Qianhe was a capable Taoist. Secondly, he had a good relationship with Uncle Ninth. Wasn't Qiusheng asking for trouble by saying that?
"You should learn from your junior brother every day. Look at the foolish words you're saying! Should we just leave the zombies alone because your uncle didn't inform us?"
Uncle Ninth pointed at Qiusheng and lectured him, while Xu Yan shook his head with amusement.
"How can they be compared? My junior brother is an overseas student! An intellectual!"
Qiusheng protested pitifully, making Uncle Ninth's nose almost twist in anger. What kind of nonsense was this?
"Master, don't blame my senior brother. Tell us about the zombies so we can prepare." Xu Yan intervened to save Qiusheng.
"Hmph!"
Uncle Ninth spared Qiusheng and frowned, "I'm not sure too. The message talisman can only convey so much. We need to inspect it on the spot. I hope the situation isn't too bad."
"I hope it's not..."
Qiusheng muttered, making Xu Yan feel both amused and frustrated. Qiusheng was really asking for trouble. If he wasn't disciplined for three days, he'd be climbing up the roof.
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