Chen Lin refused to give up.
He activated his Natal Runic Inscription and tried to trigger the bamboo board. When that failed, he switched to soul power, destiny force, and other powers.
But none elicited any response.
Finally, he took out the Crystal Needle, intending to try forcibly damaging it.
But after considerable deliberation, he put it away again.
Until he figured out what the bamboo board actually was, he had better keep it intact. If it turned out to be some treasure, destroying it would be far too regrettable.
He would inevitably regret it then.
Suppressing the impulse stirring within him, Chen Lin took out a Spirit Pen and spirit ink and wrote down the nine numbers he had selected during the lottery draw on the board. Perhaps they would come in useful someday.
But something strange happened.
The writing could not remain on its surface!
Chen Lin raised his eyebrows.
Just as he had thought.
It was not that his luck had been poor and he had drawn an ordinary item. He simply had not discovered its function.
He reached out.
Chen Lin took out the writing brush he had obtained in the Exquisite Sect Secret Land.
Then he took out a portion of strange beast blood.
Once activated, the brush bristles glowed with a faint silver light. He dipped them in the strange beast blood, reinforced them with the power of his Natal Runic Inscription, and wrote the numbers on the bamboo board.
This time, they did not disappear.
All nine numbers remained on it.
Chen Lin's eyes lit up.
This brush really did seem to have something special about it. No wonder Qiu Yebai had called it the Sect Leader's mystic treasure.
When he had time, he would need to work out its precise effects and