After entering the room, Feng Luan closed the door.
She walked over to the table and sat down, took the talisman paper from her robes, and placed it on the tabletop. Then she picked up a sheet of talisman paper.
Making talisman paper required spiritual power and ink, but Feng Luan had always used her own blood for refining her talisman paper. This greatly increased the talisman's power.
She bit through her finger once more and tightly closed her ink-black eyes. Her eyelashes trembled lightly as the colorless air around her began to flow, converging around the talisman paper.
Wrapped in the colorless air, the talisman paper was released from her fingers and immediately floated into the air. Relying on her memories, she Inscribed the talisman she wanted to create in midair. The droplets of blood collided with the colorless air around her and instantly turned fiery red.
The red air spread like ink, clinging tightly to the talisman paper like smoke. The talisman paper trembled and rustled as the two forces alternately pressed against each other, as though they were about to merge into one.
During the refining process, the talisman paper seemed to have developed spiritual sense. It chased after the red air as the two remained locked in fierce opposition. The air flowed with domineering force, as if it intended to break through the talisman paper.
Fine beads of sweat appeared across Feng Luan's forehead. Her tightly closed eyes trembled slightly as she controlled her spiritual power and directed it onto the talisman paper, afraid that excessive force would shatter it.
The talisman paper darted about at incredible speed while the air pressed relentlessly against it. In the end, the air gained the upper hand, and the two merged into one. Feng Luan's fingers once again Inscribed the pattern of the talisman paper from her memories, saturating it with spiritual power and spiritual power integration.
With a hum, the completed talisman drifted down as though it had lost its weight, landing on the tabletop. The pattern Inscribed on it was complex and intricate, radiating a fiery red light.
Only after seeing that the talisman was complete did Feng Luan slowly open her eyes. She could not help sighing. “This body has no spiritual power. Inscribing a talisman is simply too physically exhausting. It took a shichen to Inscribe a single talisman.”
If other talisman masters heard Feng Luan say this, they would surely fly into a rage! Inscribing a talisman consumed an immense amount of spiritual power. If one's spiritual power were exhausted, it might even backlash against the body.
Being able to create a single talisman in one shichen already counted as genius!
Even Lu Tian, renowned across this continent as a talisman grandmaster, could only refine one in a shichen.
Lu Tian was also a king-tier talisman master.
Talisman masters advanced much like those who practiced cultivation of spiritual power: Ranks One through Nine, king rank, saint rank, venerable rank, emperor rank, and divine rank.
Moreover, not everyone's blood could be used to Inscribe talismans. Only the blood of spirit beasts could be used. The stronger the spirit beast, the more it could multiply the talisman's damage.
Feng Luan planned to Inscribe several more and take them to the hundred herbs hall auction house tomorrow for auction.
She became completely absorbed in the refining, stopping only when her body began to protest.
When she felt her stomach rumble, Feng Luan realized that she now had a mortal body and needed to eat.
For the past two days, she had treated this body as indestructible, and both her wounds and stomach were faintly aching.
“I hope the original host of this body won't blame me for abusing it so badly.” Feng Luan exhaled a breath of stale air. In her Past Life, she had been an out-and-out cultivation fanatic; after achieving grain abstention, she had spent an entire year in seclusion.
As a result, she was somewhat dazed now and failed to react for a while.
Her gaze shifted toward the window. The sky had already darkened.
She had Inscribed five talismans in a single day.
Her stomach rumbled again with the force of thunder, causing Feng Luan to raise her brows. In the end, she yielded and went to find something to eat.
The moment she opened the door, the snow-white youngling Silver Wolf came into view. It stood in the center of the courtyard in a state of alert, its fur bristling as it bared its teeth at the man lying on the ground.
A man?
How could a man have appeared in her courtyard in the Back Mountain of the Feng Family?
Lin Yu caught Feng Luan's scent. He warily watched the motionless man lying on the ground and retreated step by step.
Only then did Feng Luan get a clear look at the man's appearance.
The moon shone as brightly as day, and silver radiance covered the ground.
The pure moonlight spilled over the other person, outlining the man's flawless facial features. His sword-like brows slanted into his temples, with a few strands of black hair falling from them. Below was a tall, straight nose. His eyes were tightly shut, but his eyelashes trembled, showing signs that he was about to awaken. He wore a black long robe, adding to his air of aloofness.
Lin Yu stood in front of Feng Luan and spoke through the Sea of Consciousness: “master, this man appeared out of nowhere! I examined him, and he has no wounds or traces of blood on him. It doesn't look like he was being pursued.”
Feng Luan slightly furrowed her brows. “All right.”
She found this inexplicably appearing man troublesome. In her view, he had probably used a Teleportation Talisman to appear here. He was likely a young master from some family, or a member of some faction.
He was not someone to provoke.
A human and a wolf stood directly in front of the man, warily watching the person who was about to awaken.
Watching his thick eyelashes tremble, his tightly pressed thin lips move, and his eyelids twitch, Feng Luan saw him slowly open his eyes. The black-robed man gradually sat up, turned his head, and met Feng Luan's wary gaze.
Everything around them seemed to enter a state of stillness. A half-bent bright moon moved through uneven gray-white clouds, while the leaves in the courtyard rustled.
Those eyes were as deep as a frozen pool. They were beautiful.
Feng Luan quietly waited for him to speak while considering how much chance she would have of winning if she fought this man.
In the end, she concluded that her chances were zero.
The man's aloof bearing and naturally formed aura of a powerful expert pressed down on Feng Luan, leaving her somewhat unable to breathe.
Her long, narrow phoenix eyes fixed on the man. He raised a hand to support his head, his brows tightly furrowed. His thin lips moved slightly, and his slightly hoarse voice uttered three words: “Who am I?”
Upon hearing this, Feng Luan carefully studied his facial expression, seemingly trying to find the slightest trace of a lie.
Unfortunately, the man's face was expressionless.
Then the man raised his head and asked Feng Luan, “Who are you?”
Seeing that he had no intention of attacking, Feng Luan raised her hand to signal Lin Yu to retreat.
She approached the man step by step.
Lin Yu grew anxious. “Master! He looks very dangerous...”
Feng Luan did not stop walking. She silenced Lin Yu through the Sea of Consciousness. “I have my own plans.”
Hearing this, Lin Yu did not dare say anything else. He could only remain highly alert as he watched the man. If the other party made even a single move, he would charge forward.
Feng Luan walked up to the man and crouched down. Her ink-black phoenix eyes stared straight at him, and her tone carried a smile. “You really don't remember who you are?”
The man lowered his eyes. “I don't remember.”
Seeing that he did not seem to be lying, Feng Luan concluded that he had amnesia.
The corners of her lips lifted slightly, and her voice seemed to carry a bewitching quality as she spoke word by word: “I found you by the roadside and brought you back after saving you. Strictly speaking, I am your life-saving benefactor.”
The man raised his eyes and murmured softly, “life-saving benefactor?”
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