When a Tree Knows, It Knows the Time to Bear Fruit Has Come

After returning home, Qin Wangchuan carefully stored away the brush and ink.

We still have the old ones at home that we can use, so there's no rush to use a new one.

I set out my Paper and Brush and began to think.

"Although it's called Gathering Spirit Talisman, there are many types."

"We don't have suitable materials right now. One talisman is only moderately effective, and multiple talismans together will interfere with each other."

"Therefore, the Four Directions Talisman should be the best choice."

Let's get started.

The Four Directions Talisman is not a type of talisman, but rather a method of Draw Talismans, which is extremely effective when used in Gathering Spirit Talisman.

First, draw a large picture, then cut it into four pieces.

The talisman is a single wisp of energy. After cutting, all four talismans remain intact, each performing a different form.

I learned this from Zhao Lingyun.

Soon, the ink fell, and the Four Directions Talisman took shape.

The ink is black ink, the paper is Yellow Paper; both are ordinary things.

But with just a touch of Spiritual Qi, it can be transformed into a true spiritual talisman, like Kunpeng spreading its wings and soaring through the heavens.

This is the Profound Mystery of Spiritual Qi.

Qin Wangchuan led the talisman through the front and back yards, letting it absorb the trace amounts of Spiritual Qi around it.

The Spiritual Qi flowed slowly along the lines of the brush, the black ink gradually fading into silver-white, and was engraved on the Yellow Paper.

As the last wisp of black disappeared, he looked at the object in his hand and nodded.

It's done.

Next, simply cut it into four pieces, with each piece facing one of the four cardinal directions.

But where to put it became a problem.

Qin Wangchuan stood in the courtyard, his gaze sweeping over the eaves, walls, and lintel.

These places are all suitable, but he always felt they shouldn't be posted there.

Walking into the front yard, I looked at the Jujube Tree in the center of the yard.

Our home was made possible by this Jujube Tree.

Now that the people are gone and the family is broken up, it remains the same.

The tree was lush and green, but there wasn't a single fruit.

It's as if it's deliberately working against you; the more you hope for it, the less likely it is to ripen.

Qin Wangchuan looked up at the dense foliage and remained silent for a long time.

"Spiritual Qi gathers here, nourishing all things," he murmured. "If trees had consciousness, they would know that the time to bear fruit has come."

"If you don't bear fruit soon, I'll uproot you and replace you with a peach tree."

After saying this, he affixed the talisman to the tree trunk and smoothed it out with his palm.

An invisible wind spread out from under the tree.

At first, it was very light, like something breathing slowly, stirring the Spiritual Qi within a radius of several miles.

Qin Wangchuan stood under the tree, feeling the Spiritual Qi surging in from all directions.

It gathers together without dispersing, accumulating and growing ever thicker.

Simply gathering isn't enough; it also needs to be locked in.

They drew several more talismans and pasted them around the house.

After doing all this, Qin Wangchuan closed his eyes and sensed it for a moment, then shook his head helplessly.

"It's still too little."

The Spiritual Qi attracted by the Gathering Spirit Talisman may seem substantial, but once actually absorbed into the body, it's merely a drop in the ocean.

Only after tempering the five parts of the body—hands, feet, mouth, nose, and eyes—can one enter the first realm— the Five Extremes Realm.

This amount of Spiritual Qi isn't even enough to refine a single part of the body.

"Power is fundamental, no matter where you are."

"Without power, nothing can be done. This is true in the Immortal Court, and it is true here as well."

He opened his eyes and looked at his own hands.

"I wonder how strong the cultivators in this world are."

There are no Dragon Scale, no Immortal Bone, and no system enhancement.

If this were in the Immortal Court, Qin Wangchuan wouldn't even glance at this bit of Spiritual Qi.

But here, every single strand is incredibly precious.

It's not a stark contrast, it's just a change in how we live.

He shook his head, deciding not to think about it anymore.

Let Fu suck first, he picked up the written word "note" and went out to the martial arts hall.

Qin Wangchuan had just stepped out.

Then Manager Li arrived with Old Master Lu.

On the road.

After Manager Li explained repeatedly, Old Master Lu finally realized that he hadn't lied to him.

"Was this really written by a child?"

"It really was him who wrote it," Manager Li replied. "That child has been sensible and intelligent since he was little. He looks gentle and mild-mannered, but there's always an indescribable energy in his eyes."

"Just before, my shop sign fell off, so I asked him to write something for me."

"I saw a certain charm in his calligraphy, so I asked him to write the character for 'sword' as well."

"That's how the characters came about; they weren't created by some expert."

Old Lu listened without saying a word, but his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

The first time I saw those words, I felt as if a sword was pointing straight at my forehead.

What's even stranger is that each one looks different.

At first glance, it seemed like a sword standing quietly there; at second glance, it became clear that it was a character; at third glance, it seemed like the sword was aimed straight at the forehead.

The deeper you look, the closer the sword gets to you.

To create such calligraphy and painting, one must be an extremely skilled master.

But you're telling me it came from a child?

Old Master Lu's doubts deepened, and he became increasingly curious about the child named Qin Wangchuan.

The two soon arrived at Qin Wangchuan's house.

The door was closed.

Manager Li called out tentatively a few times, but there was no response.

"No need to call anymore, there's no one inside."

As he spoke, Old Lu took two steps forward.

Actually, from the alley entrance, he had vaguely sensed a refreshing aura, but at the time he thought it was just his imagination.

As they drew closer, the aura became increasingly distinct, swirling around them in subtle ways.

By the time they reached the door, the soil was already thick enough to be almost solid.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Sure enough, the source was right there in this courtyard.

It is refreshing and invigorating, like a thirsty person finding spring water, each sip clearer than the last.

This feeling was exactly the same as when I met the old man in the mountains many years ago.

At that time, he was not Cultivator yet, but just a wandering Rogue Person.

I wandered into a mountain and saw an old man sitting quietly by a stream.

The old man was surrounded by a rich Spiritual Qi, where the vegetation was lush and the birds were undisturbed; one felt as if drinking sweet dew among them.

But the Spiritual Qi in the mountains is far less abundant than that in this courtyard.

The Spiritual Qi surrounding the old man was like a bowl of clear spring water; while the Spiritual Qi in this courtyard was like a deep pool.

A bowl of clear spring water quenches thirst, a deep pool nourishes the body.

Old Master Lu slowly opened his eyes, his earlier nonchalance gone.

"This courtyard..." His voice held a hint of solemnity he himself didn't realize, "... is the abode of Immortal."

Shopkeeper Li was taken aback. "Immortal what...?"

Old Lu waved his hand, offering no explanation.

He was already certain in his heart that the boy writing must be a highly accomplished person.

And he's an incredibly skilled person!

On the other side.

Qin Wangchuan was unaware that Cultivator had arrived at the entrance; he had already entered the martial arts hall.

Inside the martial arts school, a dozen men were practicing shirtless, their punches whistling through the air, sweat streaming down their backs.

Some people were practicing horse stance, some were sparring, and some were lifting stone weights.

The room was filled with muffled breathing and the creaking of tense muscles.

Many people greeted him warmly when they saw him.

"Qin Chuan is here!"

"So, you've finally decided to join a martial arts school?"

"Go away, go away. Qin Chuan is just a scholar. He's here to see Eldest Brother Jiang, right? I'll go and call him."

Qin Wangchuan nodded in agreement, and casually mentioned that he had changed his name.

"Change your name?"

"Fine, it's just a matter of changing the name."

No one asked any further questions, and everyone dispersed.

As they were talking, a young man stepped out from the group of people practicing martial arts.

His name was Zhou Heng, he was eighteen years old, half a head shorter than Qin Wangchuan, but he had broad shoulders and well-defined muscles on his arms, which were clearly the result of years of training.

This person aspired to Martial Practitioner from a young age, and in the future, to become Cultivator and become famous throughout the world.

In the martial arts school, he was the most hardworking one, and his master and fellow disciples all praised him for his talent.

Zhou Heng didn't have any deep-seated hatred for Qin Wangchuan, but he just couldn't stand him.

Especially since he always had that indifferent attitude, always wearing a gentle face to everyone he met.

It seems like nothing bothers them.

Pack.

So every time they met, Zhou Heng would make a sarcastic remark at him.

This time was no exception.

Zhou Heng walked up to Qin Wangchuan, head held high, chin slightly raised, his eyes filled with the undisguised confidence of a young man.

"Have you said enough polite words?"

"Shall we have a friendly spar?"

He knew Qin Wangchuan wasn't very good at martial arts, so he would invite him to spar whenever he had the chance.

They called it a friendly exchange, but in reality, they wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

The boy named Qin Chuan used to never respond to these words.

But today is different.

"OK."