Lu Xuan's fingertips brushed across the five large cinnabar characters, Sun Flame Talisman Fire True Scripture. The page carried a faint warmth, so slight it was almost imperceptible, as though tiny sparks lay dormant deep within the paper.
His heart stirred. The old Daoist priest's claim that it was a "fragmentary volume" might not have been mere evasion. This scripture truly had some substance to it.
Afterward, Lu Xuan ignored the old Daoist priest's terrified, complicated gaze, and could not be bothered with his junior brother either, whose temple was still pressed blue beneath the gun barrel and who did not dare even breathe loudly.
He casually opened the scripture. Sure enough, just as the old Daoist priest had said, its pages were exceptionally thin—only five in total.
Several talisman patterns of strange construction had been drawn in cinnabar, accompanied by concise incantations and qi circulation routes. The final pages bore obvious signs of having been torn away.
Lu Xuan's gaze flashed like lightning as he swiftly scanned the talismans.
"Sun Gathering Talisman"—absorbed the essence of sunlight and transformed it into a meager flame of yang. "Evil Dispelling Talisman"—effective against filthy entities. "Yin Burning Talisman"—somewhat stronger, requiring one's own vital essence to activate, capable of scorching yin sha.
The final technique, the "Yangyan Body Protection Spell," was not a drawn talisman but a method of instantly mobilizing the yang energy within one's body to form a protective barrier. However, it placed the highest demands on one's foundation.
In Lu Xuan's eyes, these talisman arts were crude and rudimentary, even incomplete. If one cultivated them step by step, one would likely fail nine times out of ten when drawing talismans, and their power would be limited besides.
But what he wanted had never been to proceed step by step.
His consciousness