Shen Le: Girls, Don't Spray Water in My Face!

Shen Le knew this wooden boat held an enormous secret. He even knew that it had to be a magical artifact. Otherwise, it could never have shrunk a hundredfold, nor could it have expanded a hundredfold.

If it were not a magical artifact, it could never have contained dark, sinister forces resembling the souls of the dead!

But what was the difference between a magical artifact and an ordinary object?

Other than being imbued with sufficiently powerful spiritual energy, what determined their abilities? What allowed them to display their power?

Shen Le had never found an answer before. Of course, he had never had any way to come into contact with true magical artifacts. But now, a corner of the truth behind magical artifacts had opened before him:

As the planks of the wooden boat were cleaned one by one, straightened, and roughly pieced back together, all the components produced a faint resonance.

And amid that resonance, incomplete patterns emerged from the wooden planks, vaguely revealing themselves before Shen Le!

"Where are these patterns?"

"On the outer surface of the planks? The inner surface? Or inside the wood itself?"

"If they're inside, then how did I 'see' them? And how did the people before me imprint these patterns into the planks?"

The instant his mind wandered, the patterns vanished. Shen Le tried hard to focus and examine them more closely when the ground suddenly shook and the mountains seemed to sway around him—

[Watch out!!!]

[Run!!!]

The Little Oil Lamp, the Compass, the Scroll, and even the robe-skirts within the Buddhist Shrine all scrambled to issue shrill warnings.

Shen Le had no time to see what was happening. He leaped backward with all his strength, passed through the arched gateway in the bamboo scaffolding, and landed at the entrance to