Chapter 41: Taunt-maxed Magic
The little brother next to him immediately sarcastically said with tact: “Such a big airs, people who don’t know really think Brother Qian has become an immortal.”
“Liu Chuang, how do you talk to Zhang Qian? Look, I didn’t take the college entrance exam and still made a name for myself. Brother Qian didn’t take it either, maybe he really became an immortal cultivator?” Fang Jun also chimed in mockingly from the side.
Day after day pretending to be icy cold, the crucial point is he’s also so handsome, he had long been displeased with Zhang Qian.
“Yeah, Brother Jun treated us to a meal, Brother Qian, why don’t you show off too?” The little brother teased.
“Come on, Brother Qian.” Fang Jun also joined in the booing, “Perform how you cultivate immortality, any little magic… hahaha.”
“Sorry, couldn’t help it, after all, cultivating immortality is ultimately impossible.”
Fang Jun said this while spinning the Rolex in his hand again, “Zhang Qian, how’s your life lately? Want to hang out with me?”
Zhang Qian watched his performance with great interest, only finding it somewhat amusing.
In the past, when he hadn’t succeeded in cultivating immortality, he couldn’t be bothered with these people, but now that he had reached Foundation Establishment, he saw Fang Jun as nothing more than a clown.
“Done talking?” Zhang Qian said calmly.
“What, Brother Qian gonna get mad?” Fang Jun was still grinning cheekily, not wanting to give Zhang Qian any face.
“Not at all, didn’t you want me to perform?” Zhang Qian pointed to the chair opposite, “Have one of you sit down, I’ll show you something.”
Seeing Zhang Qian act so unusually, Liu Chuang, as the little brother, actually got a bit scared. In the past, Zhang Qian ignored them, what if he really came up with some weird trick?
Zhang Qian stood up, seemingly impatiently asking: “Which of you two first?”
For a moment, Fang Jun and Liu Chuang surprisingly didn’t respond to him.
He raised an eyebrow and said: “What, you two wouldn’t be scared, would you?”
“Tch, scared my ass, bring it.” Fang Jun slapped Liu Chuang hard on the back of the head, “Loser, such a coward.”
He swaggered over and sat on the chair, arms crossed, wanting to see what trick Zhang Qian was going to pull.
“Conditions limited, keep it simple.” Zhang Qian said this and took out two new pairs of chopsticks from the cabinet.
Fang Jun mocked again: “Chopsticks? You gonna perform eating for everyone?”
“Hehe, don’t be impatient, you’ll know when it’s over.”
Zhang Qian unhurriedly drew out three chopsticks, “Consider it letting you enjoy some blessings in advance, who knows if anyone will offer you incense in the future.”
Fang Jun was originally smirking, but upon hearing this, he immediately got furious, “You trying to burn incense for me at my grave?”
“Pretty much, letting you enjoy some blessings in advance.”
“Dong!”
Before Fang Jun could ask more, one chopstick slipped from Zhang Qian’s fingertip, hitting the table with a dull thud.
That chopstick didn’t fall over, instead embedding deeply into the wooden table at a weird angle.
“Dong!”
“Dong!”
The other two chopsticks also steadily nailed into the tabletop, three chopsticks two tilted and one straight, just like the incense burned at a grave.
“…” Fang Jun swallowed, nailing chopsticks into a solid wood table, how much strength does that take to stand up?
Probably not hard to nail into his head either?
Is this really the strength of a normal person?
A series of questions sobered Fang Jun, who was slightly tipsy, by more than half, and he somewhat regretted his impulsiveness.
Just hit on girls, why provoke this lunatic.
But looking at the surrounding classmates watching, Fang Jun couldn’t bring himself to beg for mercy and could only steel himself to see what trick Zhang Qian was playing.
Zhang Qian’s expression was solemn as he brought his right index and middle fingers together into a sword finger held in front of him.
He said slowly: “I’m not too proficient with this move, not sure what effect it will have.”
Fang Jun seemed to see hope and went with the flow: “Then how about…”
“So perfect to test it on you.”
As the sound fell, the lights in the room immediately flickered.
The sizzling electric current sound made people’s hearts crawl, and Fang Jun, the first to bear it, immediately surrendered: “Brother Qian I was wrong, just a joke.”
“Pa.”
The light suddenly went out, plunging the room into darkness.
A faint glow emerged from the darkness, slightly illuminating Zhang Qian’s expressionless face.
Zhang Qian ignored Fang Jun’s pleading and continued: “You know? Incense can’t be lit for the living.”
“I know, I won’t dare anymore!”
Fang Jun was tearless, he wanted to escape but felt his body unresponsive, like being hit with a numbing needle, unable to move.
“What happens if incense is lit for the living?” Zhang Qian said.
He lit each of the upright chopsticks on the table one by one, flames immediately appearing at the tips of the three chopsticks.
“This represents your fate, generally it cannot be changed.”
Zhang Qian dispersed the glow on his fingers, somewhat helplessly saying: “Master originally forbade me from doing this, but since you want to see it, I’ll satisfy you.”
“I beg you to listen to your master!” Fang Jun’s bladder tightened, eyes bulging round.
“These three incenses each refer to something, let me explain them to you one by one.” Zhang Qian said, starting from the leftmost chopstick.
“The first is the past, if erased, the mind becomes unclear, thoughts chaotic.”
After saying that, the firelight on the left was pinched out by Zhang Qian.
“The second is the future, if erased, filth clings, fortune blocked.”
The firelight on the right was also devoured by darkness.
As the firelight went out, Fang Jun felt as if falling into an ice cave, limbs icy cold and stiff, even unable to speak.
The tiny flame in the middle flickered in the darkness, as if hinting that Fang Jun’s life was also nearing its end.
“The third is the present, if erased, lifespan returns to zero, dying on the spot.”
“Hu——”
Zhang Qian gently exhaled, and the flame immediately went out.
Fang Jun scared shut his eyes tight, not daring to see what would happen next.
After a long while.
“Pa da.”
Zhang Qian turned on the room lights, bright light passing through the eyelids straight to Fang Jun’s eyeballs.
Not dead?
The thumping heartbeat pulled Fang Jun back.
He incredulously opened his eyes, finding the people around also in a dazed awakening state.
“What exactly did you do to me?” Fang Jun slightly moved his stiff body, quietly adjusting his soaked pants.
“Added a magic to you, fortunately it was very successful with no other bad reactions.” Zhang Qian said seriously.
“What?” Fang Jun’s nerves tensed again, he thought it was over, but this was just the beginning?
“Relax, just a little magic, no big problem.”
The more Zhang Qian said this, the more uneasy Fang Jun felt, he gritted his teeth earnestly: “Brother Qian, I know I was wrong, can you please cancel that magic.”
“Unfortunately, this magic is irreversible.” Zhang Qian shook his head.
“As for the effect… it makes you forget you’re an imbecile.”
“…” Fang Jun had fallen into deep despair at the first half, then suddenly reacted to the latter part, “You tricked me?!”
