Lin Qing'er began by explaining the spells passed down through the generations of the Descendants of Nuwa.
She started with wind-element spells.
She carefully recited the incantation for the Wind Spell and was just about to explain it when strands of wind-element Dao Rhyme suddenly surfaced around Ding Ling. She froze in astonishment and instinctively blurted out:
"Benefactor, you've learned it already?!"
"Indeed."
Ding Ling nodded.
"Continue with the others."
"...!!"
Lin Qing'er clicked her tongue. Although the Wind Spell was only a basic technique, it was incredibly difficult. Ordinary people found it hard even to get started, let alone cultivate it to the level of wind-element Dao Rhyme!
To manifest Dao Rhyme was to reach the Great Perfection level!
Yet Ding Ling had reached the realm of manifested Dao Rhyme the instant he finished listening to her explanation!
Such talent!
It was even greater than that of a Descendant of Nuwa like her!
How could Lin Qing'er not be moved?!
These spells and witchcraft had been tailor-made for the Descendants of Nuwa since ancient times. Only the Descendants of Nuwa could cultivate them to the supreme realm of Great Perfection, natural Creation. For ordinary talented people, reaching the Perfection Realm was already remarkable, let alone Great Perfection.
Yet Ding Ling had broken this ironclad rule!
"Brother Ding is amazing!"
Zhao Ling'er gazed up at him adoringly.
"Just as expected of Brother Ding!"
"Benefactor's talent truly is extraordinary. This old woman cultivated the Wind Spell for decades and only barely reached Perfection."
Jiang Shi was ashamed.
Ding Ling smiled without saying anything, merely looking at Lin Qing'er.
Lin Qing'er composed herself and continued explaining the spells.
From wind-element and fire-element spells to thunder-element, earth-element, and more.
She recited nearly every incantation she knew without pause, even demonstrating the hand seals