Fang Yu: My Strength Was Too Great—Ordinary Brushes Couldn't Take It

Naturally, Fang Yu also had considerable interest in the talismans of the mortal world. But with the spirit stones in his storage pouch already completely depleted, he could only send Meng Shan the Third off to browse on his own, then use the pills in his storage pouch to exchange for talismans.

He remembered that in the The Great Primordial World, even the most basic talismans—"Dharma Talismans"—could only be drawn by experts of the Divine Ability Realm.

As for "Spirit Talismans" and "Treasure Talismans," like spirit artifacts and treasure artifacts, they required experts above the fifth level of the Divine Ability Realm, the Heavenly Human Realm, to draw them. They contained corresponding formations within them.

Only upon reaching the fifth level of the Divine Ability Realm, the Heavenly Human Realm, could one set up formations within one's body, extending one's lifespan to a full eight hundred years—only slightly inferior to a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

Before long, Fang Yu took a fancy to a talisman.

"Heavenly Flight Talisman," a wind-attribute beginner high-grade flight-type Spirit Talisman, valued at thirty low-grade spirit stones, or exchangeable for pills of equivalent value that consolidated essence and nourished the foundation.

"Heavenly Flight" meant traveling through the air. In the The Great Primordial World, this was something only those in the Divine Ability Realm, or those possessing spirit artifacts or treasure artifacts, could accomplish.

The main reason Fang Yu was tempted was that he felt that if it were paired with his martial art, the Dragon-Form Flying Tiger Step, its speed would surely become astonishingly fast.

"Do you trade for pills?"

After thinking for a moment, Fang Yu stepped forward and asked.

"Pills? If they're healing medicine, there's no need to take them out."

The stall owner was a lean, capable young man wearing a straw hat. He pointed at the sign beside him without even raising his head.

"Don't worry. They aren't. Take a look?"

At that, Fang Yu took out two bottles of pills from his storage pouch—pills that strengthened the foundation, cultivated essence, and advanced one's mana and cultivation—and handed them over.

The young man did not waste words. He reached out and took both bottles, opening their caps one by one. Then he brought his nose close to the mouths of the bottles and gave each a deep sniff, a thoughtful look appearing on his face.

"Scorpion Essence Pills. Not bad. If you add one more bottle, I'll trade with you."

After thinking it over, the young stall owner said.

"That won't be a problem."

Fang Yu took out another bottle and handed it over, and the deal was concluded.

Next, Fang Yu acquired a Complete Guide to Basic Talismans from another stall. He intended to study it; if he could draw talismans, then whether in the mortal world or during the early stages in the The Great Primordial World, he would have a means to make a living and earn spirit stones.

After all, three months in the The Great Primordial World was equivalent to ninety years in the mortal world. Although he would certainly return to the Fang Family along the way, there was no denying that such a long time was enough for him to cultivate.

Forget the Divine Transformation Realm—even the Divine Ability Realm was possible. If the Great Development Art did not work, then after breaking through to the eighth level of the Physical Body Realm, the Divine Bravery Realm, he would ask Fang Qingxue for the Origin Spirit Art, as well as the other two cultivation arts practiced by Eclosion Sect inner disciples. Only then might he be able to break through to the Divine Ability Realm.

Relying solely on the Eclosion Sect outer sect's three basic martial arts, it was fundamentally impossible to break through. One would only reach the Divine Transformation Realm in one's entire life, and it would be the weakest kind of Divine Transformation Realm, possessing merely the strength of five horses. Just like Fang Zetao, one would find it impossible to advance any further, let alone reach the Divine Ability Realm.

After exchanging for the Complete Guide to Basic Talismans, Fang Yu used his remaining pills to exchange for talisman paper, talisman brushes, and cinnabar. Only then did he leave the square and find the blue-clad man, Meng Shan the Third, heading to a place to rest and prepare to study talisman drawing.

The palace-like buildings outside the square were built from exceptionally precious paulownia wood and massive blocks of bluestone. Not only was every building exquisitely constructed, carved with dragons and phoenixes, but faint fluctuations of spiritual power could be seen around the pavilions and towers. These were apparently the formations and restrictions of the mortal world.

But this was no difficult matter for the blue-clad Meng Shan the Third. Taking out a talisman from who knew where, he opened the restriction and entered with Fang Yu.

The building before them was not particularly large. Its two floors together stood only a little over ten zhang tall, but judging by its area, it had more than enough room for a dozen people.

After arranging a room for Fang Yu to rest in and giving him a talisman, the blue-clad Meng Shan the Third left. Clearly, he had no intention of resting.

Fang Yu was more than happy to have some peace and quiet. As he studied the Complete Guide to Basic Talismans, which he had only just acquired, he took out talisman paper, cinnabar, and talisman paper, following its instructions as he began to draw.

First attempt: failed!

Second attempt: failed!

Third attempt: failed!

After failing more than ten times in a row, just as Fang Yu was about to take a break, the final and simplest Spirit-Calming Talisman actually succeeded.

"It succeeded just like that? Isn't this too easy?"

Picking up the Spirit-Calming Talisman from the table, its talismanic patterns rather twisted and bizarre, Fang Yu frowned and studied it in disbelief.

It really had succeeded!

This was different from the talisman success rates he remembered!

Yet the scene before his eyes undeniably proved that he had succeeded.

"A coincidence? Luck?"

With that mindset, Fang Yu used the remaining talisman paper and cinnabar to continue drawing.

The results proved that his success rate was roughly one in ten.

Hiss!

Looking at the five or six Spirit-Calming Talismans he had personally drawn, Fang Yu could not help sucking in a breath, his face full of delight.

After all, such a high success rate, in the eyes of cultivation sects and families, was likely no less remarkable than his lightning-attribute variant spirit root.

Then Fang Yu closed his eyes and carefully recalled the entire process of drawing the talismans, including the qi and blood within his body, his meridians, flesh, and blood...

A full half hour later, Fang Yu opened his eyes. A sharp gleam flickered within them, while an expression of sudden realization appeared on his face.

"So that was it. I never expected the physical body's realm to have such a use."

It turned out that after reaching the sixth level of the Physical Body Realm, the Breath Realm, one's control over everything within one's body had reached the point of mastery.

Then, whenever Fang Yu drew a talisman, the moment even the slightest mistake appeared, even if he himself did not notice it, his flesh, blood, meridians—even his bodily instincts—would force him to correct it. Thus, each subsequent talisman would be drawn more perfectly. This was also the important reason why he had succeeded after only around ten attempts.

This was also why both Fang Tong, the Giant Spirit Hand, and Fang Zetao had repeatedly said that the physical body was the foundation of martial arts and everything else. Only by laying this foundation well could one reap endless benefits in the future.

Only a physical body tempered bit by bit like Fang Yu's possessed such an ability. For example, Fang Han's physical body realm had been raised entirely by the medicinal power of the Nine-Aperture Golden Pill; it was almost impossible for him to possess such an ability.

This was also why the mysterious figure behind the Mysterious Gate had said that Fang Han's physical body was unbearably stiff.

"Looks like I need to find a better talisman brush."

After figuring out the cause and effect, Fang Yu lowered his eyes to glance at the talisman brush in his hand, which was nearly bald, and laughed helplessly.

His strength was too great. Ordinary brushes could not take it.

Wait, the pills were gone, and the spirit stones were gone too. What was he supposed to do?