Tempering a Golden Body in the Bitter Kiln, Blooming a Golden Lotus in Corrupt Water (Part One)

Who are you?

I think I am a god.

Lin Feng lay on his side atop a roof beam, turning the Parchment in his hands over and over as he examined it. It was covered in writing, but as an immensely enhanced version of the Iron-Crowned Daoist, the Slender Shadow had truly filled the page with nonsense.

He had written in Ghost Script, one of the eight scripts.

It was the same script as the Fengdu Ghost-Cursing Sutra.

No, it was not even merely a piece of writing. It was a scripture in its own right, a Supernatural Ability the Slender Shadow had comprehended from thunder.

It was hard to imagine that a Ghost god in a place of supreme yang had written a Ghost scripture.

No living person recognized this script. Given the illiteracy rates and monopolization of knowledge in ancient times, few Ghosts knew it either.

Lin Feng could recite the Ghost Script on it backward without a hitch.

Ghost Script resembled tadpole script. Lin Feng could copy its shapes, but he had no idea what it said and could not explain it. He was relying purely on visual memory.

This was another benefit of Intent.

Without Intent, what he saw would not have been tadpole script, but countless ceaselessly writhing Maggots, with no fixed pattern whatsoever. Even copying it would have been impossible.

Besides bearing a passage of Ghost Script, this Parchment probably had a few little tricks of its own. At the very least, it had managed to cling to Lin Feng entirely through its own efforts.

Keeping it with him like this would probably cause trouble.

But after Lin Feng stuffed it into the Clay Jar, there were no problems at all.

No matter how extraordinary its tricks were, it could forget about escaping from