Was the secret medicinal formula a smokescreen? Bian Weiying was stunned by his words, but after a little thought, she felt it was not merely possible-it was entirely plausible.
It steered covetous eyes down the wrong path. She suddenly realized that she herself had already been led astray. Had the direction she had devoted herself to researching all these years actually been wrong?
A few words from him had jolted a dreamer awake.
Bian Weiying gave Shi Chun a few more looks, whether in appreciation or as a reward, he could not tell. The crucial point was that she could not be certain either. After all, this was not an established fact, only Shi Chun's judgment.
Suddenly, she grabbed Shi Chun's arm, dragged him from beneath the eaves into the house, and pulled him to a secluded spot before asking quietly, "Are you sure the Talisman Paper is imbued with a special cultivation technique?"
Shi Chun instinctively raised a hand to block her as she leaned closer, thinking she was about to start smacking her lips against his again. Only when she spoke did he realize his mistake. That earned him an eye roll, and he hurriedly nodded slightly. "I'm fairly certain."
"A special cultivation technique..." Bian Weiying began pacing in circles, repeatedly rubbing a forefinger across her smooth forehead as she muttered, "There isn't any special cultivation technique. Everyone cultivates Mount Wukang's inherited technique, just to different levels of mastery. What special technique could there be...?"
Shi Chun asked, "Could it be that no one else has cultivated Mount Wukang's technique to your grandfather's or father's level?"
He suspected it might only become usable once one's mastery of the technique reached a certain depth.
But Bian Weiying shook her head in denial. "They certainly can't match my grandfather, but