Chapter 126: Forging Talismans

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Chapter 126: Forging Talismans

Vertebra 60 was a distance up the skeleton. Hui climbed up the bones. They slipped under his feet, the surface smooth and polished. Hui operated his movement technique to maintain his balance, hopping up the bones. I wish I could fly! It would be so convenient to zoom directly to the 60th vertebra, over having to climb forty-odd vertebra to get there!

Ah, oh well. Its worth it to get away from that Vertebra 108. Up at Vertebra 60, there should be fewer who qualify to challenge me!

He climbed into the bone cave and peered around.

Unlike his original cave, this cave was wide and long, extremely spacious compared to Vertebra 108. Spiritual energy swirled thickly in the air, alongside a faint aura of death. From the rear, a well of blood-colored spiritual energy burbled up, exuding a thick, coppery scent. A few stray chairs and cushions sat around. A bloody scene of massacre had been carved into the walls in exquisite detail, so much so that it almost seemed to give off a red aura of slaughter.

How very demonic. He closed his eyes and voided his dantian, then released it, instantly absorbing all the spiritual energy in the room. The strands of death qi darted to his second dantian, along with a few strands of blood qi. Unlike the usual rush, the blood qi only faintly stirred, barely entering his body.

Hui opened his eyes. He furrowed his brows, then tipped his head. Maybe its because I dont have much blood qi in the first place? Only one ducks worth. Mmm, its fine. Im not particularly trying to cultivate blood qi. Besides, I dont want to be mistaken for a demonic cultivator once I leave this sect. Its better if I figure out a way to separate ordinary qi from the blood qi.

Or maybe I wonder if I can refine life and death qi from qi? Death qi does corrupt it, but at the same time, its extremely dangerous, and the death qi dissipates more quickly when I corrupt my own qi than when I steal someone elses. Likewise, Ive never been able to separate life qi from qi. Obviously, I have life qi in me, but Ive never sensed my innate life qi.

Maybe innate life qi is the same as innate pure qi? Ive never sensed that, either. Hmm

Settling into a sit, he drew out a copy of each of his talismans. He crossed his arms and frowned. There thats the simplified illusory array. I wont need an illusion with this technique. That symbol conducts power from fire, and that one wood this technique is water and earth-aligned. The water symbol from the ice talisman right, and thats where it quirks into ice.

This technique I dont know its name, and I only have a shallow enlightenment on its essence. Once I reach a higher realm, I can tell Ill have a much greater comprehension. For now, Ill have to work with my shallow comprehension. The shallow comprehension will limit the strength of my talismans to a greater extent than it will limit my usage of the base technique, since one requires a higher comprehension to record the technique to a fresh talisman formula than to simply replicate the figures qi flow.

But even so, if I can manage it, its worth it! I can only use the technique once, but with talismans, I can use it as many times as I have talismans. Even if I only make two or three talismans, thats still three to four times as many usages of the technique.

Circulating the technique through his mind, he gazed at the talismans, slowly comprehending the formula to record the technique into the talisman. Weeks passed, but to Hui, no time seemed to pass at all.

At last, he lifted his hand. Adjusting the paper, he drew a deep breath and bit his thumb, drawing blood. Theres no substituting it. For this technique, I need blood.

A splotch of blood colored the talisman paper. He drew his thumb across the paper, almost feverish in his motions, eyes wide. Qi poured out of him into the talisman, so much that the paper trembled and began to smoke. His stomach grew cold, his dantian depleting. Hui circulated his life qi, drawing a strand of it into the talisman. Stroke after stroke, the talisman came together. With every stroke, more qi rushed into the talisman. His breath came ragged, and his eyes blurred. Without realizing it, Hui fell into a state of enlightenment.

The final stroke. In his mind, he felt the shape of it, felt how it perfectly conformed to the technique. His stomach froze, icy cold. His hand weighed a thousand pounds, his thumb weak. Huis life force flickered, only kept up by the life qi circulating in his dantian. He lifted his hand and slashed the final character of the talisman, forcing out the last of his qi into it.

The talisman laid before him, gently smoking. It shimmered with power, so much that the heat brushed his face. He smiled, satisfied, and sagged over, unconscious.