Chapter 74 The delayed golden finger

Since the entire Fu Sect was in a state of disrepair and waiting to be rebuilt, Nanwang had the final say on what each building was used for.

Du Xueling had no intention of depriving Nan Wang of these powers. Even if Nan Wang wanted to live in the disciple room and hang out with his friends, she said nothing.

Whoever is the fourth true disciple will have the final say in the Fu Sect. This is the rule of Qingyun Sect.

After a group of people worked hard for several days, they finally built the Crane Tower.

No one knows what the structure of the Crane Tower was like, so we can only replicate it one-to-one according to the model of Fazong's Star-Gathering Tower.

After the replication was successful, Nanwang, wearing a white robe with a purple collar, sat upright on the elders' seat at the highest point of the Crane Tower. His dignified appearance stunned everyone sitting below.

Luo Xuyou said in amazement: "Don't say it, please don't say it..."

Yuan He said: "Brother Nan is indeed good-looking."

The two Sword Sect disciples also nodded repeatedly, leaving their words unsaid.

Nan Wang's dignity lasted only a moment before it was broken. This position was too high up, and he always felt uneasy whenever he sat there.

"Alright, alright, we are almost done for today, let's go to my room and talk!"

To celebrate the reconstruction of Fu Sect, all the branch sects sent gifts.

These gifts should be considered as the common property of Fu Zong and cannot be placed in Nan Wang's private warehouse, so Nan Wang found an unused cave to use as a warehouse.

Most of the things were put into the warehouse. A small part of the things that could not be stored in the warehouse or in the storage ring could not be accommodated, so they could only be temporarily piled in the yard outside Nanwang's house.

Nanwang has no idea how to distribute and use these valuable things that would be so popular if they were available outside.

But there is one thing, Nanwang knows exactly how to use it, and he uses it every day and enjoys it very much.

The automatic mahjong table was sent by the spirit branch as the representative of Qi Zong.

The clattering of mahjong tiles added a lot of fun to Nanwang and his helpers' arduous journey of pioneering.

Luo Xuyou and Yuan He were fine, after all they came from the poker table and were well aware of Nan Wang's outstanding talent for eating, drinking and having fun, but the two Sword Sect disciples were different.

They grew up in the Qingyun Sect and had long regarded the arduous and outstanding training of the Sword Sect as their daily routine. Now, when they saw the mahjong table, they were so astonished that they were enlightened on the spot. They all clamored to transfer from the Sword Sect to the Weapon Sect. If it were not for the fact that the master-disciple relationship could not be easily changed, they might have wanted to directly call Nan Wang their master.

Nan Wang was so frightened that he begged for mercy on the spot, asking them never to mention this matter again. He wanted to live a few more years and didn't want to be chopped into pieces by Xue Liuli.

The good news is that Du Xueling really doesn't have the time to care about his little actions.

There have been too many adjustments within Qingyun Sect recently, including the reconstruction of the Fu Sect from scratch and the change of dynasty in the Qi Sect. Not only are people in Qingyun Sect shaken, but there are also many inquiring eyes from outside. As the eldest senior sister, Du Xueling suddenly has a lot of things to deal with, and she can't spare the time to pay attention to Nanwang's situation for a while.

That is why Du Xueling left Gu Shanshi to Nan Wang.

Gu Shanshi returned to the Fu Sect about half a month after Nanwang took over the Fu Sect.

He had just gone to Du Xueling to report the situation in the secret realm, and immediately went to Nanwang to report.

Gu Shanshi was not one to play around, he started planning the establishment of the clan right away and assigned tasks to everyone in an orderly manner.

Although his cultivation was average, he had an excellent management mind and had managed the huge Sword Sect in perfect order by himself. Just hearing his name was enough to make the disciples look forward to the future development of the Fu Sect.

After Fu Zong's life became more stable, Nan Wang finally started to get down to business.

The so-called serious business is naturally making talismans.

During this period of time, in addition to cleaning up here and there every day, Nan Wang spent his spare time thinking about his future path.

Although things happened one after another, making him dizzy, the core was very simple -

If the head immortal master cannot be found, there is no way he can resign as the fourth true disciple.

Now the Fu Sect has entered the process of reconstruction. Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. The fourth true disciple and elder of the Fu Sect has to do it whether he wants to or not.

Even if not for himself, for Nuonuo, he had to grit his teeth and do it.

He himself had no idea what he could accomplish, but defeating the enemy without fighting was certainly not his style.

Now that we are going to do it, it is urgent to learn how to make talismans.

In the world of immortal cultivation, techniques can often exist independently. The most classic example is Chu Songping.

Although Chu Songping's cultivation level was not high, his unique skill in alchemy was enough to win everyone's respect.

Even if Chu Songping were to take over as the elder of Danzong now, all the disciples of the sect would surely be convinced.

For Nan Wang, he knew that he would most likely not be as peerless as Chu Songping, but he was willing to try, and he had to try.

The "good stuff" that Zhu Tianque asked Du Xueling to bring to Nanwang was high-quality talisman paper, talisman pens and talisman ink. The quantity was very considerable. If you wanted to buy them with real money, you would have to spend at least half a spiritual ore.

The same resources, if used to train monks, are enough to train a newly-entered monk to a high level of Qi refining. However, for a talisman cultivator, these things are far from enough.

To draw a talisman, at least a hundred pieces of talisman paper must be used. To properly train a talisman practitioner, the resources consumed may be more than ten spiritual mines.

Lingzhi painted for several days, and finally sent three finished talismans to Nanwang. It was not that she did not want to continue painting, but that she had used up all the talisman papers.

In the entire Qingyun Sect, regardless of one's talent, the only one who could compete for the top spot in terms of resources is probably Zhu Tianque, whose family resources are bottomless.

The good news is that Zhu Tianque also asked Du Xueling to convey a message, saying that if Nanwang is short of resources, he can come to him at any time and he will help him to the utmost.

With these words, Nanwang felt more at ease when drawing talismans.

Nan Wang picked a sunny day and found a cave farthest from Helou. After tidying up, he began to draw talismans in full swing.

An Nuo was originally lazily lying on the side, sunbathing his belly, but the moment he saw Nan Wang pick up the talisman pen, he suddenly became energetic, poked out his rabbit head and watched Nan Wang start writing.

Nan Wang had quite a few talisman jade slips in his hands. Du Xueling and Lingzhi brought him all the talisman jade slips they could find, including some rare paper copies. Nan Wang was not picky and picked one as a template, starting with the simplest fire-starting talisman.

Before he started writing, Nan Wang was prepared for more than a thousand talismans to fail first. However, he didn't expect that his first talisman would actually be successful.

A fire-starting talisman as thin as a cicada's wing fell into Nan Wang's hand. The spiritual energy slowly circulated on the talisman, indicating that this was indeed a fire-starting talisman that could be driven.

Nan Wang was silent for a while, then decisively injected spiritual energy into it.

He was not an experienced talisman practitioner, so he could not tell whether a talisman was successful or not just by looking at the talisman itself. He had to use it to find out.

The next second, a fierce flame shot out from the talisman to a height of three meters, striking the top of the cave and burning a large pit.

“I’ll go…”

Nanwang was stunned.

An Nuo said: "Chijiji."

Not bad, it’s pretty amazing.

"No, this is not a question of whether it is powerful or not. This, this, this... this shouldn't be..."

Nanwang stood up and shouted in confusion and excitement:

"Could it be my golden finger?!"

"Chichichi?"

What is Gold Finger?

"The golden finger is... it's a cheat, it's a bug. I now seriously suspect that the reason why I have not been successful for so many years is because Qingyun Sect does not teach the art of making talismans."

Nan Wang sat down again and picked up the talisman pen again.

One success does not prove anything. He needs to verify it a few more times before he can know whether he is a talisman-making genius.

Fire-inducing talismans, water-inducing talismans, underground escape talismans, defensive talismans... Nan Wang drew one after another tirelessly.

Although there are failures, 99% of the time you succeed.

Every talisman was what Nan Wang saw on the jade slips. Before entering, Nan Wang had never seen or drawn any of these talismans before.

But it went smoothly. Very smoothly.

The pile of talisman papers was used up in a blink of an eye, several talisman pens were ruined, and the talisman ink was gradually used up, leaving only the last layer.

The spells that originally only existed in the jade slips came out one after another, from the simplest basic spells, to the intermediate spells, to the advanced spells...

It is impossible to draw the advanced Nanwang.

He didn't have enough spiritual power.

The feeling of having your spiritual energy drained away is like not sleeping for three days. You will feel extremely tired and uncomfortable.

Nan Wang used up his last bit of strength, took out a Qi-replenishing pill from his storage bag, and swallowed it.

As the spiritual energy in his dantian gradually filled up, Nan Wang finally recovered his breath.

However, repeatedly draining away spiritual energy is extremely dangerous. Even if the spiritual energy has returned now, Nanwang no longer has the courage to continue drawing talismans and must recuperate first.

While Nan Wang was rubbing Annuo's health back, he picked up his previous work and started to look through it.

The sheer number and variety of the spells astounded even himself.

It is mentioned in the original novel that there are many sects in the Demonic Cult that are good at making talismans, and even for the most talented talisman practitioners, it takes several years to practice a talisman before they can master it.

However, at this moment, Nan Wang had almost finished drawing half of the jade slips. Each one was a different talisman, and each one was very successful.

Annuo exclaimed: "Chichichi."

You have quite a talent for drawing talismans. It seems the Immortal Master was right in choosing you.

Nan Wang was stunned and said, "No, I can't draw it, I can... see it."

He can see where the "correct" character should be written, and after writing one stroke, he can see where the next stroke will be.

He had never figured out what the double images he saw were, until now, when the question finally had an answer.

What he saw was a spell.

In other words, it is the form that a talisman should take.