Chapter 304 Exercises (2)
Every now and then, this tall, strong beauty would stop and mutter to herself, "Look, this is how you inscribe characters to make them powerful. You keep drawing these characters wrong, and you'll run into trouble later."
"Come on, look carefully, and write carefully."
...She wrote one after another, all of them containing the words that Ji Rong had previously inscribed on the Great Shaman Chi's body.
After she finished writing, she looked up and said, "Did you understand? Now it's your turn to write."
But there was no one in front of her.
Seeing that the tall, strong beauty was about to unleash her fury with her three eyes wide open, Ji Rong rolled her eyes and flapped her wings to the spot where the beauty's eyes were looking. She then stretched out one of her wing claws and began to write on the water crystal membrane.
As soon as Ji Rong moved her claws, the seawater stopped, the wind stopped, all external sounds disappeared, and space seemed to stand still, with only the faint sound of Ji Rong's wings and claws slicing through the water spirits.
Ji Rong had only written half a word when the beauty in front of him reached out and struck him. Her eyes pierced through Ji Rong and she angrily shouted, "You're writing it wrong! You hit it too hard! How come you're writing worse and worse!"
If you continue to be so lax, what future does the Witchcraft Tribe have? Write again!
"Smack!"
"wrong!"
...Ji Rong was in pain both physically and mentally. Although she was being attacked by the wings and claws, she felt as if her brain was about to split apart. Fortunately, a surge of golden spiritual energy would occasionally rise in her mind, which relieved the pain that came from her soul.
Despite the pain, Ji Rong had no intention of escaping. She knew deep down that something was wrong here and cherished this rare learning opportunity.
She gritted her teeth and persevered with all her might.
She didn't know how many times she had been hit, until Ji Rong's claws went from numb to insensible, when the tall, strong beauty suddenly spoke up: "That's right, that's how it should be drawn. Draw it again and let me see."
Ji Rong was repeatedly beaten in the desolate sea in her dream, and then drew stroke by stroke until her two wings and claws could no longer be lifted, so she used her feet, and when her two feet could no longer be used, she used her beak.
Many times, Ji Rong felt she couldn't hold on any longer and wanted to run away, but when she realized that she couldn't run away at all except to draw inscriptions, she would stare at the sun above her head out of the corner of her eye, and at the same time, a thousand regrets would well up in her heart.
She just wanted the sun to set quickly, but the sun remained forever high in the sky, motionless.
When her beak became numb and she could no longer move it, Ji Rong had no choice but to stretch out her trembling wings and claws again. Although it hurt, she dared not howl, because the tall and strong beauty would not hear her if she did, and it would be a waste of her energy.
When she could no longer draw the beak, Ji Rong's panicked heart suddenly calmed down.
She prayed in her heart, imagining that her celestial body would quickly enter this place.
Just as the tall, strong beauty's hand was about to fall again, Ji Rong finally transformed into a petite girl. Feeling her hands and feet regain feeling, Ji Rong was very pleased with herself.
No sooner had she reached out to write than she heard the beauty angrily say, "Why are you here today? Where is your sister?!"
Ji Rong was startled and cried out, "You can see me?"
Then the beauty continued, "Fine, her ambitions lie elsewhere. What good is talent if she doesn't? So be it. Come, I'll teach you how to write. Make sure you remember it well."
So the tall, strong beauty started teaching her from scratch. Fortunately, Ji Rong had already drawn the inscriptions thousands of times. She was only hit for using the wrong force at first, but then she became fluent.
This time, she wrote until her hands were numb, and then she heard the beauty say with satisfaction, "Your bloodline is not pure, but you can write like this, which is already quite good. You are much better than your sister."
After I die, inscribe these words on my body in the order I wrote them.
"Remember, write with water essence."
Afterwards, Ji Rong fell into a deep sleep again. When she woke up, she saw Jiao Jue sleeping under her tree trunk.
The body of the Great Shaman had already returned to its coffin at some point, while the sediment beneath Ji Rong's tree still shone with a golden luster. Streams of pure source energy were absorbed by the roots and transported into Ji Rong's empty spiritual realm, nourishing her weary body and mind.
Ji Rong looked at the jade pendant and asked wearily, "Big brother, can you get some water essence?"
Jiaojue looked up and asked, "What do you want to do with the water essence?"
Ji Rong stood up shakily. She took out a piece of spirit linen and carefully wiped away the blood essence that she had drawn on the body of the Great Shaman, which had not yet been incorporated. She said to Jiao Jue, "The inscription on this Great Shaman's body is drawn with the wrong force. I need to use water essence to fix it."
Jiao Jue nodded and asked, "How much do you want?"
Ji Rong looked at the Great Witch's body, tilted her head, and said uncertainly, "My claws are probably about the size of two claws."
Upon hearing this, Jiao Jue spat out the water sword from its mouth, and then spat out a stream of primordial energy onto the water sword.
He took out a jade bottle and said to the water sword, "Go and fetch a cup of water essence." Then the water sword transformed into a dragon. The small dragon, formed from the power, licked the source of the water clean, then rolled up the jade bottle and flew away as a beam of water.
Seeing this scene, Ji Rong pointed at the group of great witches and cried out to Jiao Jue, "Brother, I'm so tired these days. Some of them took advantage of my unconsciousness and ran into my dreams to entice me to study. My whole body is numb from being beaten."
They only let me out after I learned how to do it. I was so miserable! Big brother, I need to rest for a while. Then, she retracted the tree trunk and went back to sleep.
The power of the dragon went away quickly and returned just as quickly. In just five days, the dragon returned with the jade bottle wrapped around its tail. It circled the dragon endlessly, and only after the dragon rewarded it with some of its source water did it transform into a water sword and return to the dragon's mouth.
After only five days of rest, Ji Rong felt like she could catch her breath. She would look at the nine great witch bodies lying in front of her, and then at the jade bottle containing water essence in the claw of the horned jade.
The thought that she might still be influenced by the remaining memories of these great witches and have to learn in her dreams brought back painful memories of being repeatedly beaten, and Ji Rong had no desire to continue.
Then, she turned her gaze to the dragon and asked, feigning curiosity, "Big brother, is it really not alive?"
Looking at Ji Rong's bright, beady eyes, Jiao Jue was utterly disbelieving of her explanation. He handed the jade bottle to Ji Rong and solemnly said, "Quickly check if this water essence is enough."
Are you trying to slack off, you colorful bird? Don't you know how strange you look?
Even someone like Feng Qing can be jumping around like a madman, so you shouldn't be surprised if these authorities were to become gods.
Ji Rong immediately chuckled dryly, "Big brother, you saw right through me."
Jiao Jue's gaze turned cold, and he thought to himself, "Just as I thought." He immediately raised his head, propped himself up, squinted, and said seriously, "Ji Rong, you have to hurry. The signs of decline in the divine path have already appeared. Although the immortal path is beginning to flourish, who knows what the future holds! Besides, I still have to go and ask the Dao!"
If you dare to slack off, I'll hang you upside down from the roof.
Upon hearing this, Ji Rong immediately shrank her neck, nodded with a bitter expression.
She dismissed Jiaojue, then used her claws to retrieve the water essence and slowly began to draw the patterns she had practiced countless times in her dream. After she finished drawing, the body of the Great Witch Chi seemed to be enveloped in a thin layer of water, and even the texture of his skin became vivid.
The furrowed brows on his face relaxed, revealing the same aloof expression he had seen in Ji Rong's dream.
"So that's how it is!" Ji Rong thought to herself, then exhaled a long breath of hot air.
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