Chapter 111: This Change Of Face Speed Is Also Something Else..
The youngsters heard this, supported Ming Zhaoshuang, and continued walking forward along the road before them.
The deepest part of the Talisman Saint’s Secret Realm was quite similar to the Dragon King’s Secret Realm.
Both were extremely magnificent temples.
However, in the center of the temple were six statues in total: two men and four women.
Of the two women in the center, one had indifferent eyebrows and eyes, was refined and upright, held a talisman brush, and her gaze was melancholic. The other had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, smiled charmingly, wore bright earrings, and her beautiful eyes sparkled.
Undoubtedly, they were the Talisman Saint Wei Shuo and the Beast Taming Saint Feng He.
To the left of Wei Shuo stood a woman with lowered eyebrows and eyes, smiling gently, who was precisely the Music Saint Yiqi Huang that they had seen. Beside Yiqi Huang, another woman was also smiling, and it was difficult to imagine that she was the Alchemy Saint Yixu, who spent her days with the Five Poisons.
To Feng He’s right stood a man looking sideways, lowering his head to glance at her who was playfully interacting with Wei Shuo. His face was handsome, his expression gentle, and his light golden eyes were lowered. When he looked at Feng He, Ming Zhaoshuang always felt a sense of familiarity.
Dragon King Ao Tian, the last ascender in the cultivation world, dug out his divine bones and abandoned his immortal path.
Ming Zhaoshuang looked at the statues of Ao Tian and Feng He, and in her mind, she involuntarily recalled the man she had seen in the painting scroll that day, especially his appearance as he smiled back at her.
He was magnificent and elegant, like the bright moon.
Ming Zhaoshuang quickly withdrew her gaze and turned to look at the Artificing Saint Ou Ziye, unable to suppress a laugh.
When she was attempting the Third Trial, she thought Ou Ziye was a burly man, especially given his rough voice and volatile temper. However, he turned out to be a dwarf about her height.
It was important to note that she was not yet thirteen years old and was at most 1.6 meters tall, whereas this dwarf had been dead for three thousand years.
No, it was truly hilarious.
While Ming Zhaoshuang was still laughing, she saw that everyone had coincidentally bowed to these six statues.
Fei Changxiu muttered, “Great Alchemist, bless me with good health; Great Artificer, bless me with many spirit tools; Great Beast Tamer, bless me with strong spiritual beasts; Great Talisman Saint, bless me with passing the written test; Great Music Saint, bless me from succumbing to inner demons; Great Dragon King, bless me with achieving Dao and ascending soon.”
“This devoted believer, Fei Changxiu, is willing to drink and eat meat for the rest of my life, and I hope the six will grant my wish.”
Encountering the Five Sages’ temple and bowing to it had already become a custom in the cultivation world.
Ming Zhaoshuang chuckled upon hearing this, “Senior Brother Xiu’er, you’ve really improved, even starting to drink alcohol and eat meat.”
Though she said this, she still imitated the others and bowed three times to these statues. Regardless of what these six individuals had done, their contributions to the cultivation world were undoubtedly immense.
After bowing, Ming Zhaoshuang eagerly reached out her hand towards the statue of the Talisman Saint Wei Shuo.
Shen Liqian advised, “Zhaoshuang, even if you want to find the Primordial Brush, there’s no need to be so disrespectful to the Talisman Saint. We can go to other…”
Shen Liqian’s voice grew softer and softer, because she saw that the brush Ming Zhaoshuang was holding, which was in Wei Shuo’s hand, was precisely the Primordial Brush.
Ming Zhaoshuang thought to herself that although the original book was three parts truth and seven parts false, when it came to opportunities, one couldn’t be mistaken.
It was just that the Primordial Brush before her was truly too pathetic.
The brush shaft was shattered, and the dragon bones decorating it had long since disappeared, making it look even inferior to an ordinary writing brush.
Its grade was only Yellow Grade Mid-Rank.
If not for the three characters “Primordial Brush” appearing on its body, no one would have recognized it as the divine tool once used by the Talisman Saint.
Qin Feilong said, “Legend has it that on the day Feng He crossed the tribulation, the Talisman Saint Wei Shuo used heaven and earth as a formation, attempting to trap the Heavenly Dao. However, due to his insufficient strength, he was struck by the Heavenly Dao, causing his brush to break and his formation to be destroyed, nearly costing him his life.”
Obviously, the Primordial Brush was destroyed at that time.
Ming Zhaoshuang knew that even though the Primordial Brush was currently only a Yellow Grade Mid-Rank spirit tool, as long as she found the eight missing dragon bones, it could once again bloom with the splendor of a divine tool.
Since it had been found, she would not be polite!
Ming Zhaoshuang smiled, slit her palm, and poured her blood onto the body of the Primordial Brush. Her fingers extended, and spiritual power surged, resonating with this Primordial Brush, intending to form a contract with it.
But unexpectedly, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest, and blood overflowed from her mouth.
Shen Liqian immediately went to support her and said, “Zhaoshuang, take it easy. Your injuries from the Fourth Trial haven’t healed yet.”
Ming Zhaoshuang clutched her chest as a wave of pain struck her, her fingers beginning to twitch.
She frowned, “This shouldn’t be happening.”
This was just a Yellow Grade Mid-Rank spirit tool; the backlash shouldn’t be this severe. Moreover, her attainments in Talisman Arts were clearly higher than Qin Feilong’s now. Why was it that in the book, Qin Feilong could form a contract with the Primordial Brush, but she couldn’t.
Qin Feilong said, “Perhaps it still retains the consciousness of a divine tool.”
Divine tools were different from ordinary spirit tools. They were made from the bone and blood of divine beasts, and without the refinement of artificers, they were already the sharpest and most durable divine weapons and implements in the world.
From the moment of their birth, divine tools possessed the consciousness of the divine beasts they were made from, making them extremely difficult to subdue.
Since ancient times, they only recognized a master voluntarily; there was no logic in people trying to recognize them.
Ming Zhaoshuang pursed her lips and reached out again, dripping her blood onto the Primordial Brush.
This time, the Primordial Brush did not backlash against her, but her blood slid off the brush without leaving the slightest trace.
This damned brush couldn’t even be bothered to acknowledge her!
Ming Zhaoshuang was amused and angry. Her brow furrowed, and she decided to directly force the Primordial Brush to recognize her as master.
Spiritual energy surged, and frost flowed inch by inch over the body of the Primordial Brush, sending a shiver down one’s spine.
With a flash of golden light, Ming Zhaoshuang was abruptly thrown back, and even Shen Liqian stumbled back two steps.
Seeing Ming Zhaoshuang thrown to the ground by the Primordial Brush, the youngsters were startled and quickly went to help her up.
Ming Zhaoshuang got up and coughed twice, her mouth full of blood.
She wanted to continue when suddenly her palm felt warm. The tip of a dragon’s tail swept across Ming Zhaoshuang’s skin, writing the character “abandon”.
This Primordial Brush was clearly of the Metal Attribute, repelling Ming Zhaoshuang.
If it were an ordinary spirit tool, it would be fine; even if it wasn’t of the Metal Attribute, she could forcibly make it recognize her as master. But this brush was once a divine tool and had its own consciousness. If Ming Zhaoshuang continued like this, she would only end up covered in injuries.
Ming Zhaoshuang lowered her eyes, her gaze filled with reluctance.
The people around her were all urging her to give up, saying that a Yellow Grade Mid-Rank brush wasn’t worth her expending so much effort. However, Ming Zhaoshuang was still hesitating.
As a Talisman Master, she naturally wished for the spirit tools in her hand to be of the highest quality.
Finally, she raised her hand, intending to try one more time.
The dragon coiled up, tightly wrapping around her arm, preventing her from continuing.
Ming Zhaoshuang was already severely injured. Even with her heaven-defying self-healing ability, she shouldn’t be so reckless.
The dragon moved its tail and suddenly wrote on her again:
“Divine tool, I have.”
Ming Zhaoshuang’s movements froze. The dragon wrote again: “For you.”
Ming Zhaoshuang sat down on the ground, placed the Primordial Brush in front of Qin Feilong, and said with a grin, “Senior Brother Qin, since I can’t subdue it, why don’t you try?”
The speed at which her expression changed was truly something…
