Heavenly Serpent
Zhao Ziwu and his Senior Brother, Benjamin Cao, stood in the wind, sucking in cold air and staring in disarray for quite a while before finally coming back to their senses.
"That turtle?"
Senior Brother Benjamin mentioned the contents of the talisman paper from earlier, which had looked almost indistinguishable from ghostly scrawling.
"Right! The turtle. I'll try again!"
Zhao Ziwu still remembered that crudely drawn turtle as clearly as ever.
He again melted a small ingot of secret talisman ink using chilled, preserved rooster blood. After dipping his brush generously in the ink, he drew a turtle on another sheet of yellow talisman paper. It looked exactly like the previous one, possessing a remarkably similar charm despite the different execution.
If their old master found out that one of his idiot disciples had actually used precious yellow talisman paper and talisman ink to draw turtles, he would probably cough up a mouthful of old blood.
"Done!"
The turtle talisman was completed in one smooth stroke. After waiting a moment, Zhao Ziwu grabbed the newly made paper talisman and sent it flying with a special technique.
Smack!
Before it had flown two meters, the paper talisman dropped vertically to the ground. Rain immediately soaked it, leaving the entire sheet of yellow talisman paper thoroughly drenched and crumpled.
"It's useless!"
Benjamin Cao was rather disappointed. This turtle talisman matched his earlier judgment. Even with the most professional talisman techniques and specialized materials, it was still completely useless.
What use could a paper talisman drawn with random scribbles possibly have? It was nothing but a completely worthless piece of paper.
"Could it have just been an accident or coincidence?"
After failing once, Zhao Ziwu did not continue.
The specially made talisman ink was expensive, and the yellow talisman paper used