Two days later, Zhao Han finally understood what made this script so formidable.
The Saintly Teaching's Holy Maiden cultivated the "Heavenly Fiend Blood Concealment Art," a supreme technique capable of using the mind to interfere with matter!
This had already gone beyond the realm of martial arts and entered the domain of immortals and demons.
Simply put, it engraved a mental imprint into one's bloodline, allowing that imprint to be inherited along with the bloodline.
And that mental imprint was the spark needed to learn this technique.
Without that spark, one simply could not learn it.
Thus, Eighth Miss's idea of stealing the technique was the misconception of an outsider.
Even if she stole it, without that mental imprint, she would still be unable to learn it.
But then came the question: the first person to learn this technique surely had no mental imprint of his own, so how had he learned it?
Clearly, that person had possessed extraordinary talent. Since he had created the technique himself, naturally he knew it.
She secretly explained the technique to the blind youth.
She believed the blind youth's aptitude should be enough for him to learn it.
After Wenren Sheng heard the technique, he was slightly surprised.
He had rarely been surprised lately.
After all, most things fell within the expectations of his peerless wisdom.
Not to mention that this script had been created through Little Illusion.
Yet this technique had exceeded his expectations.
This technique was not illusory, but real. In other words, it could be brought back to the real world and cultivated there! It could likewise be passed down, becoming a Bloodline Technique and establishing a bloodline family! His mind was exceptionally sharp, and he quickly grasped the crucial point.
There was nothing wrong with the script. The problem