Chatterbox—this girl who called herself Lingwen and looked like a ghost was absolutely a chatterbox.
Listen to her prattle on: from refining fine gold ore, to harvesting mithril essence, to the alloy ratios for ordinary brass, and more. After just a few sentences touching upon the essence of mineralogy, she abruptly changed tack and returned to how the sperm sac of a gold-eating demon ant from the Ninth Abyss could be used to treat declining fertility in flame thunder lions.
Lin Qi quietly listened to Lingwen's rambling. In just a quarter of an hour, she had touched on more than twenty different fields of study, all of them profoundly deep and obscure branches of knowledge. Even the most learned sage could not have accumulated such terrifying erudition without more than a thousand years of painstaking research.
When Lin Qi extended his mental power toward Lingwen, however, all he sensed was emptiness. Under the scan of his mental power, he could not feel Lingwen's existence at all. Or rather, he could sense Lingwen existing everywhere around him, yet the phantom of the girl before him was an empty, nonexistent incorporeal form. And that sense of presence coming from every direction was unimaginably vast.
A terrifying existence. A wondrous existence.
Lin Qi casually picked up Lingwen's topic. Beginning with how the gallbladder of a three-headed green-striped shark-toothed snake could treat the Black Death, he swiftly steered the conversation toward the study of secret medicines. Naturally, Lin Qi did not dare flaunt the miraculous secret-medicine lore from Gods' Revelation, but Elder Qing was also quite an accomplished master of secret medicines. Together with the secret-medicine knowledge passed down by the Miro Divine Cult, Lin Qi's attainments in the field were still extremely profound.
Two foot-long beams of light shot from Lingwen's eyes. She