Letting go of the obsession in his heart, Song Qingshu lay on the ground and reflected on everything that had happened in this reborn life. Though it had not been long, it had been far more tumultuous and magnificent than his previous life, far more thrilling. Yet the more thrilling it had been, the greater his regret. He had been on the verge of standing atop this world, only to suffer a sudden downfall. Especially when he thought of those women who loved him so deeply, and how heartbroken they would be after his death, Song Qingshu's heart twisted with anguish.
By chance, he looked toward the stone wall and saw the characters upon it seeming to whirl and dance one by one, making him feel dizzy. At first, Song Qingshu thought the poison was acting up, but he quickly realized that the characters really did seem to be moving.
Perhaps because he was at death's door, a flash of inspiration came to him. Song Qingshu suddenly thought of something: other people who transmigrated always rose to great heights, so why was his life so damn miserable?
After thinking it over, he realized that those who transmigrated usually had a Golden Finger. But did he not have one as well?
As long as he saw a martial art once or heard its manual once, he could immediately comprehend it! That had been true for the Divine Light Scripture, for Treading Sand Without Trace, and for the Five Peaks Divine Sword...
So why did it not work this time?
Song Qingshu immediately realized that the key problem was that he had followed the original work too blindly. In the original work, Shi Potian had learned the Tai Xuan Scripture by matching the tadpoles to acupuncture points, so Song Qingshu had unconsciously