Ji An moved the table to the doorway and laid out the hundred sheets of low-grade Talisman Paper he had sold and borrowed back. Then he set out his talisman brush and talisman ink.
After lighting a stick of incense, he dipped the talisman brush in clean water and began copying the Water Curtain Talisman onto the tabletop.
With no experience, he could only first train up his feel for it. At the very least, he had to copy the talisman to ninety percent similarity.
After spending more than half an hour practicing and correcting himself again and again, he finally managed to copy the Water Curtain Talisman with both form and spirit.
Ji An wiped away the water marks, prepared the talisman ink, and spread out the talisman paper.
He closed his eyes for a moment, recalling every technique and precaution for drawing talismans. Then he suddenly opened them, his gaze sharp as lightning.
He seized the talisman brush, threads of spiritual power flickering from its tip. Yet before the talisman was even fully outlined, it declared its failure.
Drawing talismans was equivalent to casting a spell through another method, but it was also different. The output of spiritual power had to synchronize with the output from the talisman brush.
It was his first time drawing talismans, and he had chosen an entry-grade talisman right from the start. If he had succeeded, that would have been stranger than seeing a ghost.
Ji An began reviewing his attempt, comparing it against the experiences of those before him as he considered what he had failed to do well and what he should do next.
A moment later, he tossed aside the ruined talisman and picked up the brush again.
This time was much better. Though he stumbled along the way, he