Seven days later,
Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged in a quiet room, his hands moving non-stop, his five fingers flicking, causing a ball of light on his fingertips to roll back and forth.
There were a few faint flashes of light in the light ball.
This ball of light is the first-level spell, Illusion Light.
Zhao Sheng released his hand, letting the ball of light float in front of his eyes, staring straight ahead.
However, as his mind wandered, he sensed nine "spiritual vortices" scattered throughout the light ball, both inside and outside. Invisible veins connected the nine vortices, and tiny specks of light continuously emanated from these veins.
At the same time, the voice of Old Man Xie, who had instructed him seven days ago, kept echoing in his mind:
"A talisman must have a secret, and the secret must be connected to the spirit.
If the talisman is opened, the divine will will be absorbed into the acupoint; if the talisman is not opened, the divine will will be wasted."
Those tiny dots are the scattered divine will.
And this is also the fundamental reason why Zhao Sheng keeps observing and studying the magic of illusion.
Because his control over God's will was too weak.
"The mysteries are connected, the divine will is continuous..."
This sentence is recorded on the second page of the Yuxu Fujing.
Zhao Sheng had always thought that this sentence meant that when drawing talismans, the divine will and spiritual power should flow continuously, and the strokes should be connected horizontally and vertically.
This was not wrong, but now it seems that his thinking was a bit shallow.
According to Old Man Xie, drawing talismans requires knowing the intricacies and controlling the spirit.
The reason why it is difficult for Qi-refining cultivators to practice second-level talismans.
The biggest reason is not the lack of divine will, but the insufficient control over divine will.
Therefore, when drawing talismans, a considerable part of the cultivator's divine power is unconsciously wasted.
According to Zhao Sheng's understanding, the "spiritual orifices" in talismans and spells are like the acupuncture points on the human body, and spiritual power builds the lines between the spiritual orifices, which must be unobstructed.
Divine will is the sign on the route, guiding the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to flow and transform along the route.
Taking the simplest illusion technique as an example, it has a total of nine orifices. Once activated, it will communicate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The spiritual energy can pass through these nine orifices and, following the guidance of divine will and spiritual power, be transformed into various objects in heaven and earth.
The talismans and the methods are interconnected. If you understand the methods, you will understand the talismans.
In order to draw a second-level phantom escape talisman, Zhao Sheng had to start from the most basic illusion analysis.
And we must improve our control over God's will as much as possible to achieve the effect of "reducing consumption and increasing efficiency".
As the saying goes, knowing is easy, doing is difficult!
Even after receiving guidance from Old Man Xie, it doesn't mean that you can succeed immediately.
In the past few days, Zhao Sheng has repeatedly drawn hundreds of phantom light symbols in order to improve his control over divine will.
Seven days ago, drawing eighteen talismans would exhaust his mental energy. Today, that number has increased to twenty-three.
This progress is indeed significant.
But for the second-level Phantom Escape Talisman, this level of progress does not reach the minimum standard for refining it.
After a while, Zhao Sheng waved his hand to disperse the phantom ball of light and sighed, "Forget it, there's still a long way to go! Let's go to Dan Ding Pavilion first. Calculating the time, the invitation should have arrived."
As he said that, he stood up, opened the door and walked out.
Half an hour later, Zhao Sheng came to Danding Pavilion again.
This time he didn't need to ask, someone had been waiting for him for a long time.
As soon as Zhao Sheng arrived, a waiter took him to see Manager Liu.
In the trading room on the third floor, Manager Liu had just sent off a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Upon seeing Zhao Sheng approach, he immediately smiled and greeted him, "Brother Zhao, you've arrived just in time. The item you requested has arrived."
Zhao Sheng bowed and said with a smile, "I have to thank Brother Liu very much. If it weren't for Brother Liu, I wouldn't have been able to get such an opportunity."
Manager Liu was very relieved to hear this. Although he knew that Zhao Sheng's words were just compliments, everyone loves to hear good words, and he was no exception.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Manager Liu quickly took out a piece of dark green calligraphy with a medicinal aroma from his storage bag and handed it to Zhao Sheng.
A thin booklet was also handed over.
Zhao Sheng took the two items, looked at the booklet, and asked in confusion: "Brother Liu, what is this?"
Manager Liu smiled and whispered mysteriously, "Go back and take a good look at this booklet. It contains an overview of the spiritual veins being auctioned. It also contains information on some immortal cultivation families, all of whom are your competitors."
After hearing this, Zhao Sheng's eyes gleamed, and he immediately bowed and said, "Brother Liu, you are so thoughtful. I will always remember this kindness. I will repay you later."
Manager Liu waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Brother Zhao, you're being too polite. It's just a small favor, nothing to worry about. Besides, thanks to you, I've made a fortune this time."
This time when he returned to the family, Manager Liu was extremely lucky. He actually produced six foundation-building pills from one furnace, one of which was even of top quality.
Influenced by this incident, not only was Manager Liu's foundation-building matter set in stone, but his status in the family also greatly increased.
To show his gratitude, he had to do something to express his gratitude to Zhao Sheng.
Hearing this, Zhao Sheng said, "Brother Liu, why do you say that? Last time, we had a fair deal. Even if you make a lot of money, it's all because of your good fortune, Brother Liu. It has nothing to do with me."
"Haha, let's not talk about this anymore." Manager Liu laughed heartily and added, "In three months, I will also be returning to the sect to report on my work. Brother Zhao, you and your men will come with me then."
After hearing this, Zhao Sheng quickly expressed his gratitude.
Seeing this, Manager Liu pretended to be disgusted and said, "Brother Zhao, you are too polite."
Zhao Sheng was about to speak again when he heard this.
At this moment, a person suddenly turned out from the aisle and walked towards the two of them, looking as if he was just passing by.
When Steward Liu saw the newcomer, he immediately greeted him, "Steward Shen."
Manager Shen is an old man over sixty years old.
"Um,"
He nodded to Manager Liu, but showed no intention of stopping.
However, when this person passed by Zhao Sheng, his fingertips quietly brushed the edge of Zhao Sheng's clothes.
Manager Liu seemed not to notice anything unusual.
But when Manager Shen left, Zhao Sheng suddenly asked to leave.
Manager Liu tried to persuade Zhao Sheng to stay, but seeing that Zhao Sheng was determined, he said no more.
After a moment, Zhao Sheng left Danding Pavilion in a hurry with an expressionless face.
As he walked away, a middle-aged man with ordinary appearance, a black eagle standing on his shoulder and a silver-white armor covering his upper body suddenly turned out from the corner of the street.
He looked at Zhao Sheng's back, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
As the black eagle flapped its wings and flew up, the middle-aged man sneered and quietly followed Zhao Sheng.
Zhao Sheng seemed not to notice that someone was following him, and walked towards the outer city with his head down.
After walking about three or four miles and crossing seven or eight streets, he suddenly slowed down his pace and turned into a remote alley.
After seeing this scene, the middle-aged man looked up at the sky and saw the vulture circling in the sky.
The middle-aged man felt relieved upon seeing this, walked silently to the edge of the alley, and turned inside.
As he entered the alley, he suddenly saw a peerless beauty draped in purple gauze, standing not far away, looking at him with a smile, her eyes full of tenderness and affection.
Seeing such an attractive scene, the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel his heart fluttering and lost his mind in an instant.
At this moment, something unexpected happened!
Sudden,
A large cloud of fog rose up and instantly enveloped the entire alley.
As soon as the middle-aged man's vision was blocked, he immediately came to his senses, his face changed drastically and he exclaimed: "Not good!"
However, it was too late!
Amid the clanging sounds of swords, water droplets filled with sharp sword intent condensed out from the sky, and the next moment fell like a rainstorm, "flooding" the middle-aged man.
In an instant, a large amount of blood mist burst out from the white fog, and a strong and disgusting bloody smell quickly spread.
When the fog gradually dissipated, the alley was empty.
At this time, the ground in the alley was covered with countless small pits.
At the edge of the alley, the silver-white half-body armor had become a honeycomb, and a large pool of bloody flesh was slowly flowing out of it.