"You brat!"
Uncle Jiu glanced at Lin Fan, shook his head, and chuckled. Then he said in a serious tone, "Your master will teach you a fire-based talisman spell."
Seeing this, Lin Fan handed over a brush and cinnabar ink.
Uncle Jiu accepted them smoothly.
His expression suddenly turned resolute.
He held the brush in his right hand and picked up a talisman with his left.
Clear lines appeared one after another as the brush in Uncle Jiu's right hand moved.
With powerful strokes, each line landed in succession.
Uncle Jiu's presence surged like a rainbow.
It was as if the person drawing the talisman was not a Daoist priest.
He looked more like an artist painting a masterpiece.
After a while, a complete talisman appeared on the table.
Lin Fan did not dare slack off. He stared at it with complete concentration.
Countless outlines of the Blazing Fire Talisman's patterns had already taken shape in his mind.
Uncle Jiu's energy began to circulate.
He activated a talisman, raised his sword fingers, and shouted,
"Blazing Fire Spell, arise!"
A blazing fire that seemed ready to burst forth appeared at his fingertip, following Uncle Jiu's thoughts.
At times it burned fiercely, and at times it shrank to a tiny flame.
"How was that?"
Uncle Jiu looked toward Lin Fan.
Lin Fan took out a blank talisman.
Holding a writing brush, his expression was resolute.
As if he had perfect recall, he drew the same patterns Uncle Jiu had just drawn.
Uncle Jiu stared at Lin Fan, who was drawing the talisman, in astonishment.
Lin Fan was somewhat slow,
but he still covered every detail. The complicated patterns did not stump him.
In a few places, he had even drawn them somewhat more deftly than Uncle Jiu.
After waiting a moment,
he finished drawing a complete Blazing Fire Talisman.
It appeared before Uncle Jiu's eyes.
Although Lin Fan possessed talent,
his ability to remember anything at a glance
still shocked Uncle Jiu again and again.
"Not bad, not bad. You learn quickly."
Uncle Jiu nodded in satisfaction.
Lin Fan immediately replied, "It is all thanks to your excellent guidance, Master."
"It is getting late. You should get some rest too."
After saying this, Uncle Jiu headed toward his room.
Lin Fan closed the door behind him.
He sat down on the bed and focused his thoughts.
"System, upgrade the Blazing Fire Spell!"
Lin Fan was filled with excitement. He had finally gained another Daoist Magic.
[ Ding! The host has spent 1,000 Skill Points. The Blazing Fire Spell has been upgraded from Initiation to Minor Accomplishment! ] [ Ding! The host has spent 2,000 Skill Points. The Blazing Fire Spell has been upgraded from Minor Accomplishment to Major Accomplishment! ] [ Ding! The host has spent 4,000 Skill Points. The Blazing Fire Spell has been upgraded from Major Accomplishment to Grand Perfection! ]
"System, check the Merit Points required to optimize the Blazing Fire Spell."
[System Notice: Optimizing the Blazing Fire Spell requires 400 Merit Points.]
Damn!
That Blazing Fire Spell sure had a big appetite—four hundred right off the bat.
Still, it was understandable. After all, it was an offensive Daoist Magic.
Looks like he could only save up for now.
Lin Fan cursed inwardly.
It seemed that from now on, he could only wait and slowly accumulate Skill Points.
He would upgrade the Soul Locking Evil Dispelling Talisman first.
Lying down and leveling up was the ultimate dream.
Afterward, he would have to obtain some Merit Points and upgrade the Blazing Fire Spell as well.
His strength had improved considerably again.
On the path of Daoist Magic, his future road was broad and smooth.
There were countless roads leading to the light.
His future looked promising!
The sun slowly descended to the mountainside, casting down its warm light.
Dusk arrived.
Throughout the afternoon, under Uncle Jiu's guidance, Qiu Sheng continued arranging protective talismans in the rear courtyard of Ren Manor.
Lin Fan also accepted the talismans Uncle Jiu handed him and walked toward the various side rooms.
He arranged them one by one.
At that moment, the three master and disciples walked toward the main hall to take a short rest.
"That Wen Cai went to buy some materials. Why hasn't he returned this late?"
Uncle Jiu eyed his teacup and gazed toward the main entrance, speaking with slight displeasure.
"Master, Wen Cai must have finished buying the materials. He's probably timing things so he won't have to arrange them and has gone off to slack around."
Qiu Sheng spoke with absolute certainty.
Suddenly, a thin, elderly servant appeared at the main entrance.
He hurried toward the main hall in a panic.
"Oh no, Uncle Jiu! Wen Cai was taken away by A Wei!"
The old servant shouted breathlessly as he rushed inside.
Lin Fan quickly stood and firmly supported the returning old servant. "Why? What happened?"
"I don't know, Daoist Lin. But it seems they're already torturing him for a confession."
The old servant waved his hand weakly and spoke in an exhausted voice.
Hearing this, Uncle Jiu immediately stood up.
A trace of anxiety appeared in his eyes as he hurried outside.
"Master, I'll go with you."
Lin Fan was about to stand and follow him.
"It will be dark soon, and Ren Manor hasn't been fully arranged yet. To be safe, you should stay here. I'll be back shortly."
As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Jiu had already walked out through the entrance of Ren Manor.
Seeing this, Lin Fan and Qiu Sheng continued with the work in their hands.
Just then, Master Ren and his daughter slowly walked down from the second floor.
"Lin Fan, you should rest too. Come over here and have some tea."
Ren Tingting sat down at the tea table. After pouring a cup for Master Ren, she called out to Lin Fan.
"Sure, Miss Ren. I'd be happy to."
Qiu Sheng beat him to it and agreed on Lin Fan's behalf.
Lin Fan shot Qiu Sheng, whose face was full of lecherous intent, a disdainful look and walked toward the tea table.
Ren Tingting looked at Lin Fan, her pretty face turning slightly red. In a soft voice, she said, "Lin Fan, this is Pu'er tea that my father has treasured. It is smooth when it enters the mouth, with a faint sweetness. He usually cannot bear to drink it himself. Come and taste it."
"Miss Ren, from far away I thought I smelled the fragrance of tea. Only when I came closer did I realize it was the fragrance coming from you. What rouge and powder do you use?"
Qiu Sheng snatched the teacup Ren Tingting had held out to Lin Fan and spoke with a lecherous grin.
Lin Fan rolled his eyes at Qiu Sheng and sat down.
Master Ren held his teacup.
For a long while, he could neither put it down nor take a sip.
"I wonder where my father ran off to. It's truly worrying. I hope nothing has happened to him."
Master Ren put down the teacup in his hand and sighed.
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