Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: The Mystery of the Ancestor’s Injury
 

Just when Xia Xin thought he would definitely be able to smoothly draw a Suppressing Evil Talisman this time, he quickly discovered that the tip of his brush began to stiffen, and his movements also became slow.

Before long, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, and the light brush in his hand suddenly felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, making it difficult to move.

“That’s enough for today,” Jiangli suddenly raised her hand and pulled the brush from his hand.

Xia Xin immediately let out a long sigh of relief, feeling considerably lighter. He had become so tired that he was a bit dizzy and bleary-eyed. He looked towards Jiangli somewhat dazedly, “Elder, Ancestor, what’s happening to me….”

“Your spiritual energy is too weak, that’s all,” Jiangli said as she stood up. “Focus on practicing the basics first.”

With that, she sat back down in her seat and began drawing talismans.

Xia Xin was stunned for a moment. So, it was a lack of spiritual energy…

Indeed, if Elder Ancestor hadn’t imbued him with a touch of Spiritual Light earlier, it would have been very difficult for him to draw even these few strokes.

Xia Xin sighed. His talents were truly lacking.

Seeing Jiangli start to draw again, he couldn’t help but lean in closer to watch.

As he watched, his eyes widened.

He realized that Jiangli and he were truly not on the same level.

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Jiangli drew talismans as easily as eating and drinking, effortlessly, with a single stroke and never a second or third.

It was as if she could draw a beautiful talisman between a single breath even with her eyes closed.

Xia Xin had heard his master say that although everyone in the Xuanmen could draw talismans, each person’s talismans were different.

And the seemingly identical talismans, according to the different cultivation bases and states of mind of their creators, had varying levels of quality.

A high-quality talisman was something that at first glance brought a sense of exhilaration, comfort, tranquility, or an imposing pressure that could deter others.

Just as Xia Xin had seen with the Suppressing Evil Talisman before.

Although it was a talisman meant to combat evil spirits, even he, a living person, felt deterred by it, which proved that the talisman was of exceptional quality.

However, others might spend their whole lives and still never be able to draw a talisman like that. The talismans that ordinary people in the Xuanmen produced were usually just good enough for use.

Yet, the thing that others couldn’t achieve in their whole lifetime was something Jiangli could do casually, as if she could produce them without any effort.

She didn’t need to consume much spiritual energy or mental effort at all.

Xia Xin stood there, watching as Jiangli drew a hundred talismans in half an hour, each one different and unique.

It would take years for an average person in the Xuanmen to complete all these talismans, and they would surely be exhausted by the end.

Even if a regular person were just doodling for fun, drawing so many pieces of paper in such a short time would be exhausting, perhaps to the point of breaking their hands.

Even though Xia Xin hadn’t drawn anything, just standing there watching made him feel dizzy.

But Jiangli, after drawing all these talismans, remained calm and unbothered, with no signs of fatigue, as if she had just taken a sip of water, and it had no effect on her whatsoever.

Xia Xin suddenly remembered something his master had said before passing away, that Elder Ancestor wasn’t a genius, she was a deity, and as long as Elder Ancestor came back, Jiaoyang Temple would be able to rise again and flourish.

At that time, he thought his master was looking through rose-colored glasses, exaggerating the truth.

But now, it seemed he had underestimated Elder Ancestor’s abilities.

Elder Ancestor was truly a deity, wasn’t she?

However…

Why would such a powerful Elder Ancestor get injured and retreat for eight hundred years?

Who could have hurt Jiangli?

Xia Xin’s thoughts wandered far.

Suddenly, the sound of a bell rang out, startling him so much that he jumped up and fumbled to pull out his phone to see that it was Boss Cao calling.

Xia Xin swiftly looked toward Jiangli, excitedly saying, “Elder, Ancestor, Boss Cao is calling!”