Soul Slayer Chronicle Chapter 70

Soul Slayer Chronicle

“The Adapt Spirit Talisman is ready!” The elder spoke without haste, not rushing to hand over the spirit talisman to Jiang Xiaobai; instead, he set it aside and continued to write with his brush. “Young man, in addition to this Adapt Spirit Talisman, I will give you five more talismans as gifts, to offset your Wooden Restoration Pill!”

“These two are Power-Boosting Talismans. These can temporarily increase your physical strength for the duration of half an incense stick!” “These two are Spirit-Enhancing Talismans, which can enhance your own spiritual power. For those below the Foundation Establishment level, they can temporarily promote your cultivation by one level, lasting for half an incense stick!”

“Hmm, I will add one more for you – the Soul-Enhancing Talisman, which can strengthen your range of perception!” The elder’s hand did not stop moving as he spoke, and after the time it took to burn one incense stick, the wind scattered the spiritual essence.

In each wave and ripple, every talisman was branded with extremely intricate ancient characters. Indeed, just by looking at them, one could appreciate their beauty. After finishing his writing, the elder lifted his hand and handed the six talismans to Jiang Xiaobai, saying, “We are even!”

Jiang Xiaobai’s eyes shone with amazement as he took the talismans into his hand and said, “Thank you, senior!” Upon saying this, Jiang Xiaobai did not hesitate and handed over the Wooden Restoration Pill to the elder.

The elder examined the medicine pill and was surprised: “Eh, the quality of your pill is quite extraordinary!” “This…”

The elder’s voice hesitated before he looked at Jiang Xiaobai and, after sizing him up, said with a smile, “Forget it, since you have come to our Spirit Talisman Pavilion, it must be fate. I will give you one more talisman!”

With that, the elder laid down another piece of talisman paper. This time, as he moved his brush, the spiritual power surged wildly, as if surrounded by flames. When the elder finished and handed it to Jiang Xiaobai, he said with a smile, “This talisman is called the Fire Serpent Talisman, as the name suggests, upon activation, it can employ the technique of a fire serpent.”

“It contains three uses, but cannot be preserved. It must be activated in an extremely short amount of time; it can save your life…” After saying this, he handed the talisman to Jiang Xiaobai.

Jiang Xiaobai took the talisman with a fiery gaze. He had not understood before, but now he realized that these talismans could contain all things. Even techniques could be inscribed into them. While taking the talismans, Jiang Xiaobai looked at the elder and said, “Thank you, senior!”

After speaking, Jiang Xiaobai glanced at the talisman again and inquired, “Senior, do you draw these talismans at will?” “Haha, of course not!” The elder smiled and said, “These talismans come in multiple grades, each with its own method of condensation!”

“The characters on them comprise spirit seals and ancient text, moreover… my own name and literary energy serve as a foundation, only thus can the talismans converge into existence!” “I see!” Jiang Xiaobai revealed a look of realization, only now understanding the complexity of these talismans.

As he continued to marvel, Jiang Xiaobai said to the elder, “Thank you, senior, for clarifying my doubts!” “Don’t mention it!” The elder shook his head with a smile, then turned to his attendant, “Wen Xuan, see the guest out.” “Yes.”

The attendant, upon hearing the elder’s words, took the initiative to come forward, but just as he was about to speak, hurried footsteps accompanied by a burst of hearty laughter sounded from outside. “Haha!”

As the sound grew closer, Jiang Xiaobai, puzzled, turned to look, only to see a middle-aged man with disheveled hair rushing in. “Brother, brother…” The middle-aged man stumbled forward, his eyes falling on the seated elder, “Take a look at my painting, what do you think?” As he spoke, the middle-aged man raised his hand, and with a swish…

A scroll unfolded, covering the entire surface of the elder’s table. The aroma of the ink was strong, and Jiang Xiaobai naturally looked over, his expression slightly startled. “Haha, come on, come—everyone take a look!” The middle-aged man turned around with a wild laugh, “My calligraphy and painting are not something just anyone can appreciate, this chance comes only once!”

The five students underneath exchanged looks, eventually stepping forward hesitantly. When their gaze fell on the painting on the desk, each of their expressions froze, unsure of how to respond. “How is it?” The middle-aged man laughed, looking slightly manic. “Junior brother, take it away!” The elder’s gaze was fixed on the middle-aged man; his voice slightly pensive, “Don’t disturb the students here!”

Hearing the elder’s words, the manic smile on the middle-aged man’s face froze: “Shu Jin, what do you mean by that – my painting is not good?” The elder’s brow furrowed, and after a moment, he sighed softly, “Junior brother, your obsession is too deep, this painting is unorthodox, deviating from tradition!”

With that, the elder paused, looking deeply at his junior brother, “One could say there’s not a trace of scholarly aura in it!” “Unorthodox? Deviating from tradition?” The middle-aged man laughed, the insanity in his gaze appearing once again as he held the trembling scroll.

He had pondered for a full three months before creating this work. Yet, what he received was such an assessment from the elder. As he was filled with anger and prepared to tear up his work, a voice sounded beside him: “A fine painting, truly fine!” This voice immediately caused several people to freeze, their gazes collectively landing on Jiang Xiaobai.

Hearing Jiang Xiaobai’s praise, the middle-aged man’s gaze focused on him. At first bewildered, he then excitedly said, “You think my painting is good?” “Not just good, but extremely so!” Jiang Xiaobai nodded as he looked at the painting, still with a hint of amazement.

This painting, unlike ordinary ones, seemed twisted and contorted. Overall, it resembled a landscape but looked like a person and at the same time an object. While it may appear messy, the entire composition was harmonious. If by the standards of his previous life, it would be a work of abstract art, which indeed is not easily accepted by all.

Undeniably, this was pioneering. As one delves into the painting’s meaning, they find it encompasses more than a conventional painting could. The middle-aged man, hearing Jiang Xiaobai’s words, had tears welling in his eyes. Jiang Xiaobai, watching the man’s expression, felt a touch of melancholy.

He could see that this person needed the recognition of others, but sadly, he was rejected by the world. Just as he was about to say more, the elder’s angry voice rang out: “Wen Xuan, send the guest away now!” His junior brother’s mindset was flawed, and he had always been trying to correct it.

Now, Jiang Xiaobai was praising him? This would only deepen his junior brother’s obsession. Initially, he had seen some literary aura in Jiang Xiaobai, which gave him a semblance of favorability. But now, those feelings were gone. The attendant paused, and upon regaining his senses, awkwardly looked at Jiang Xiaobai, “Sir, please!” He could see that the elder was truly angry.

Jiang Xiaobai sighed, glanced at the person named Zhou Bin, and said, “Let’s go!” Following the attendant, the two left. Just as Jiang Xiaobai and Zhou Bin had stepped out, hurried footsteps were heard again. The middle-aged man ran out, holding his painting, and with excitement, grasped Jiang Xiaobai’s shoulder, “Young man, you aren’t deceiving me, are you?” “Do you… really think my painting is good?” “Yes!”

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the excited middle-aged man and nodded again. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly smiled and turned to the attendant, “Could you fetch me a brush?” “A brush?” The attendant was stunned, surprised. This sickly looking man wants to write?

After glancing at the middle-aged man, the attendant hesitated and walked away. After a short while, he returned, offering a brush to Jiang Xiaobai. Jiang Xiaobai accepted it and gently drew on the back of his hand, then took the painting from the middle-aged man’s hand, and spread it on the ground.

He knelt down and wrote a verse on the blank part of the painting. After finishing, Jiang Xiaobai looked at the stunned middle-aged man and said, “This verse isn’t for the painting, but for you!” After handing the brush back to the attendant with a smile, he said, “Farewell!”

As Jiang Xiaobai and Zhou Bin left the Spirit Talisman Pavillion, the middle-aged man’s boisterous laughter echoed, “Haha, haha!” “The world laughs at me for being crazy; I laugh at others for being unable to see through!” “Don’t say that the world doesn’t understand; I find joy in self-contentment.” “Good, good, good!” “Good verse, good verse!”

The middle-aged man’s eyes reddened, tears streaming down his face: “Indeed, I, Han Shufeng, why should I care what others think?” At that moment, a breeze began to swirl around the middle-aged man, and his aura surged like waves eroding sand.

An indescribable atmosphere emanated from him, radiating outward. Whirr! All the talismans in the Spirit Talisman Pavillion rippled in response as if echoing in the distance. The scene attracted many astonished gazes within the pavilion.

The attendant stood stock-still, then, coming to his senses with a shrill, trembling voice, exclaimed, “Uncle Master, he has broken through!”

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