Fu Xiu
Everyone present looked at Wen Zheng with sympathy.
Elder Yun Ge said, "I observed your physique and found that you have a natural sword bone, a good seedling for sword cultivation. It's a pity."
Elder Yun Ge sighed with regret.
The one who was born with sword bones became the current Immortal Venerable Mu Qing, who reached the Void Refinement stage at the age of three hundred, demonstrating his extraordinary talent.
Wen Zheng is also born with sword bones and has a mutated wind spirit root. With such good talent, her future achievements will definitely far surpass those of Immortal Venerable Mu Qing.
Everyone present understood these principles and felt even more sympathetic towards Wen Zheng. Elder Jianfeng even angrily asked, "Do you know who took your sword bone?"
Everyone looked at Wen Zheng, waiting for her to give an answer.
"Sword Bone? I have something that powerful? I didn't know that." Wen Zheng looked blank. "When I woke up, I was in the mass grave, and I don't remember anything else."
Elder Jianfeng was immediately discouraged. If Wen Zheng could tell him who had taken her sword bone, he would risk his life to retrieve it. But given Wen Zheng's current state, she had probably escaped death, and perhaps it was a good thing that she didn't remember.
Elder Jianfeng didn't want to force Wen Zheng to recall, and considering that she had just escaped death, he said to Elder Yunge, "Junior sister, please check her injuries and see if her foundation is damaged."
If the person who removed the sword bone still has any pity for her, they should leave her a sliver of hope.
Mu Qing noticed Elder Jianfeng's indecisiveness. He suppressed the mockery in his eyes, and his sympathetic gaze turned cold.
Elder Yun Ge examined Wen Zheng from head to toe. Seeing the scars all over her body, she felt heartbroken and handed her a medicine bottle. "The medicine inside can heal your wounds and remove scars. Take it and use it yourself. Come and ask for more if you need more."
Wen Zheng thanked her and accepted the medicine bottle.
After Elder Yun Ge finished her examination, Wen Zheng asked, "Is there anything seriously wrong with my body?"
I heard that her innate sword bone was dug out. Just thinking about it hurts. It would be terrible if her heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were accidentally injured.
Elder Yun Ge patted her head tenderly, then turned to the sect leader and said, "The person who dug out her sword bone is truly ruthless. Not only did they take away her sword bone, but they also damaged her foundation. I'm afraid she will only be able to reach the Nascent Soul stage for the rest of her life."
The sect leader's anxiety finally died.
The sect had just recruited a genius, and before they could even celebrate, they learned that the genius's sword bone had been dug out, his foundation destroyed, and he would be stuck at the Golden Core stage for life.
This would be a catastrophe for any cultivator.
Even Mu Qing, who secretly despised Wen Zheng, sighed.
miserable.
That's just too tragic.
But he couldn't let Wen Zheng stay; the matter of digging out sword bones was horrifying, and anyone involved would never have a peaceful life.
"Since she has no affinity for cultivating immortality, why not give her a hundred taels of gold and let her go back?" Mu Qing suggested.
The sect leader pondered for a moment and nodded, then said to Wen Zheng, "Miss Wen Zheng, the damaged foundation cannot be repaired. You should return home as soon as possible."
The other elders remained silent, listening attentively to the sect leader's speech.
A ruined genius is of little use to the sect.
"Go back? Can't you give me a chance?" Wen Zheng didn't really want to leave. She figured there were probably a bunch of people waiting outside the Zhuxian Sect to kill her as soon as she came out.
When she woke up in the mass grave, she found that someone wanted to kill her. With the help of the system, she made her way to the Immortal Pursuit Sect and participated in the disciple recruitment assessment.
Moreover, the system doesn't agree to her leaving now, and she's going crazy with frustration.
[Host, you are not allowed to leave!]
[Stay! Do you know how much energy I've expended for you! You have to stay today!]
I'm begging you!
One loud remark after another gave Wen Zheng a headache, and Mu Qing's headache was even worse, causing her to furrow her brows.
Seeing her plea, the sect leader was also heartbroken that a genius had slipped through his fingers, but he had no choice but to refuse her: "Your foundation is destroyed, and you will not achieve anything great no matter what you cultivate. You might as well go back and live your peaceful life."
In the cultivation world, aptitude, innate talent, and cultivation level are all considered.
Wen Zheng's three possessions were almost all destroyed. If she insists on cultivating, she may develop inner demons.
The sect leader spoke with heartfelt sincerity, his words filled with concern for Wen Zheng, hoping she could understand.
Two lines of clear tears streamed down Wen Zheng's face. "Sect Leader, although I have lost my memory, cultivating immortality has become my obsession. If I cannot stay, what is the point of my life?"
She can't leave today anyway; she's determined to stay, no matter what.
She went all out, giving it her all with her acting skills.
The sect leader didn't speak, he just sighed.
The surrounding elders remained silent; they had never seen anyone continue cultivating even after their foundation had been destroyed.
The silence of the crowd made Wen Zheng's heart sink. She anxiously turned the wooden bracelet on her wrist, thinking of other ways to stay.
There were people outside the sect trying to kill her, and the system was howling in her head. Beset by internal and external troubles, she was exhausted.
Seeing Wen Zheng remain silent, the sect leader finally couldn't bear it and asked, "Can you read?"
“I can read, I can read,” Wen Zheng quickly replied. “I can also draw.”
Eager to show off, Wen Zheng even mentioned the skills she knew before she transmigrated.
"Draw a diagram?" an elder asked.
"It's a one-to-one drawing. You give me the dimensions and style, and I'll draw it for you," Wen Zheng explained.
The elder nodded, showing no interest, and asked her no further questions.
Wen Zheng felt discouraged. She was a draftsman, and in the cultivation world, she wasn't needed for architectural drafting, so it seemed pointless to bring it up.
The sect leader waited until she and the elder finished speaking before speaking, "Since you can read, why don't you go to the library and become a handyman disciple, organizing books every day and exchanging them for some medicine to nourish your body? Perhaps one day, you will heal yourself."
"Sect Leader, you mustn't!" someone called out to stop her. "The library contains countless cultivation techniques; what if she steals them..."
"I swear, I promise I won't steal your knowledge." Wen Zheng raised three fingers, ready to swear again.
When the crowd saw her actions, they remembered that she had sold spots on the Ascension Staircase and paused for a moment.
The sect leader coughed lightly and explained, "The first floor of the library is open to all disciples, so let her go."
After thinking it over, everyone agreed to the sect leader's words, and Wen Zheng's destination was settled.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Wen Zheng settled down in the library and spent her days organizing books with the others, gaining a general understanding of all the cultivation techniques.
She was reading a book in a corner when Moxin came to see her with his men.
"Wen Zheng, I've brought you what you wanted." Mo Xin took out the pills and handed them to her.
Wen Zheng smiled and took the medicine. Her body's meridians were instantly cleansed, and her mind felt refreshed.
She tried to bring her spiritual energy close to the damaged spiritual veins. The light green spiritual energy covered them, but dissipated in less than two seconds.
"How is it? Is it working?" Mo Xin asked curiously, as did Qu Hong, who had come with her.
Wen Zheng shook her head. "No, let me think of another way."
Mo Xin was disappointed, but Qu Hong patted Wen Zheng's shoulder comfortingly, "It will be alright."
Both of them had their spots sold by Wen Zheng when they were trying to ascend to immortality again. They were furious when they learned that Wen Zheng had been sent to the library and wanted to settle accounts with the sect leader. Later, they learned that her foundation had been damaged and tried to find elixirs to repair it, but unfortunately, they all failed.
Mo Xin asked his family for three repair pills in half a month, and was almost scolded to death by them. Seeing that Wen Zheng had no chance of recovery, he asked, "Do you really not remember who destroyed your bones?"
He would remember this for the rest of his life.
Wen Zheng shook her head, having no recollection of the incident and having come to terms with it.
She's already like this, there's nothing she can't get through.
"Who else could it be but her enemy?" The speaker was arrogant, drawing the attention of all three.
Mo Xin squinted, his eyes filled with disgust. "Xiang Hutian, why are you like a bedbug, haunting me?"
This person was also one of the buyers of the quota that Wen Zheng sold. Ever since he learned that Wen Zheng's foundation had been damaged, he had been resentful about her selling the quota and had been causing trouble for her.
"Watch your mouth. I'm at the late Foundation Establishment stage, and I'll be a Golden Core cultivator soon. Do you, a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, want to die?" Xiang Hutian said arrogantly, the scar on his brow bone making him look even more hateful.
Mo Xin was mocked for his cultivation level, and couldn't help but get up to fight him, but was pulled back by Wen Zheng and Qu Hong.
Wen Zheng: "Don't cause trouble. If you get caught, you won't be allowed into the library for a month."
After spending half a month in the library, she had already figured out the rules.
Seeing the three retreat, he glanced at them mockingly and said, "Two Foundation Establishment stage cultivators and one piece of trash. I really don't know what use the sect has for you."
Wen Zheng accepted the humiliation she had suffered, but she couldn't bear to see her friend being humiliated. She immediately shouted to the old man who was dozing at the door, "Elder Kong, someone is causing trouble in the library."
The old man, who had been dozing off, was woken up. His one eye swept over the group, and Hu Tian immediately fell silent.
As Elder Kong continued to doze off, he lowered his voice and said to Hu Tian, "Wen Zheng, you just wait!" With that, he shoved past Wen Zheng, knocking over a nearby bookshelf and scattering books all over the floor.
Mo Xin and Qu Hong couldn't stop Xiang Hutian from running away, so they squatted down and helped Wen Zheng tidy up.
The three of them looked at the mess of cultivation manuals on the ground and were immediately overwhelmed. All the manuals here were scattered and disorganized, and almost no one in the sect read them. They were all piled up here.
Mo Xin casually picked up a book and read out the title on it, "Introduction to Talisman Cultivation: Talismans. There are actually people practicing this?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Zheng asked curiously, "What happened to Fu Xiu?"
Talisman cultivation sounds like a popular major, so why doesn't anyone practice it?
Qu Hong snatched the cultivation manual and handed it to the curious Wen Zheng, explaining, "Talisman cultivators spend all day drawing talismans, but very few succeed in drawing one in a day. They are neither as good at fighting as sword cultivators or body cultivators, nor as good at making money as alchemy cultivators or weapon cultivators. There aren't many people practicing it now. But I remember that Immortal Venerable Mu Qing's master was a talisman cultivator."
"The failure rate is very high?" Wen Zheng raised an eyebrow, ignoring the last sentence.
How difficult must it be to describe something as "very rare"?
Wen Zheng became even more curious and opened it to scan the talismans inside.
Yes, it's simpler than her drawing engineering drawings, and there's no client involved.
Seeing that Wen Zheng was watching with great interest, Mo Xin said, "Stop looking. These talismans are not something a human can draw. You have to concentrate completely and do it in one go. If you make a mistake, it will be ruined."
Qu Hong couldn't stand him suppressing Wen Zheng, so she picked up the talisman and cinnabar from the side and handed them to Wen Zheng, saying, "Ignore her. It's rare that you're interested in talisman cultivation, so why not give it a try?"
Wen Zheng took the paper and pen, eager to try, "Okay, if you succeed, I'll treat you to dinner."
Qu Hong and Mo Xin both burst out laughing. Mo Xin even said, "Okay, okay, let's see if I can get a meal from you this month."
Despite saying that, he kept his eyes glued to Wen Zheng's hand as she drew the talisman, barely daring to breathe. Qu Hong, standing beside him, was the same, her palms sweating and her heart pounding.
Yellow talisman paper and blood-red cinnabar were used to draw one obscure and incomprehensible symbol after another on the paper with a brush.
As the last stroke was completed, all three breathed a sigh of relief. Qu Hong and Mo Xin were tense, while Wen Zheng was exhausted.
She didn't expect that drawing talismans would be more tiring than drawing pictures. After finishing, she felt completely drained, more tired than if she had worked two extra days.
Three pairs of eyes stared at the talisman on the table. Mo Xin asked curiously, "Is it done?"
He was genuinely curious, not because of the meal Wen Zheng had treated him to.
Wen Zheng picked up the talisman and suggested, "Why don't we give it a try?"
Qu Hong was worried that the failure of the talisman would discourage Wen Zheng, so she said, "It's okay if you fail. No one can succeed on their first try."
As she finished speaking, Wen Zheng activated the Fiery Talisman in her hand.
A gust of wind passed, and nothing happened.
The three of them were disheartened. Qu Hong was about to suggest going out for dinner later when the scorching flames almost burned her hair, so she quickly stepped back.
Mosin even had half of his clothes burned off, and he jumped around like a monkey trying to catch the fire.
Wen Zheng stared at the burning cultivation manual and bookshelf, her breath caught in her throat, and her heart nearly stopped beating.
"Put out the fire quickly!!"
The library was thrown into chaos, startling the disciples on the first floor who rushed out.
Wen Zheng hurriedly put out the fire, and suddenly felt a chill down her spine.
Elder Kong, who had been dozing at the entrance, stood behind her with a furious expression. "Setting fire to the library? Come with me to see the sect leader."
After saying that, he picked up the three of them like chicks and took them to see the sect leader.
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