Drawn on a Whim

Jiang You had seen people favored by the heavens.

But this was her first time seeing someone chased down and force-fed by the heavens.

After being rejected repeatedly by Yan Chi, Wu Weizi had already given up.

But just then, Yan Chi picked up a brush and, using the cinnabar Wu Weizi had prepared for practice, casually copied his Fire Talisman once. It was that casual copy—

That made Wu Weizi, who had just been saying things like "Things that come knocking aren't valuable" and "the Dharma is not lightly transmitted" as he prepared to leave, go completely insane.

He held Yan Chi's hand and examined it from top to bottom and left to right, wishing he could press his eyeballs right against it.

If there hadn't been so many people around, Jiang You suspected he would have stuck out his tongue and licked that hand.

"Red Hair, how did you draw that Fire Talisman just now?"

"I just copied it casually."

"Casually?!! Then, then, then... didn't you think about anything while drawing the talisman?"

"What was I supposed to think about?"

"Did you feel it getting harder and harder the farther you drew?"

"If you can't even lift a light brush, then you're probably not far from death..."

Yan Chi left proudly, a strand of red hair lightly brushing over Wu Weizi's head. Wu Weizi stood there in a daze, talisman in hand. When he came to his senses, he slapped his thigh.

"Ahahahaha!!!"

He alternated between crying and laughing, looking as if he had split personalities.

"Hahahahaha! A Heaven-Chosen Fire Spiritual Root, a superb seedling! Hahahaha!"

"This brush is made from ten-thousand-year-old Lightning-Struck Wood. He used it to draw a talisman and didn't encounter the slightest resistance. He's simply a genius, a true genius!"

"I can't believe I