Zheng Qing knew exactly what was wrong with him.
Simply put, it was the conflict between the ever-growing power of the Forbidden Curse inside him and his own limited capacity. If the power leaking from the forbidden spell seed was not properly channeled, it could leave Zheng Qing with a splitting headache and mental exhaustion at best, or cause uncontrollable, catastrophic consequences at worst.
For instance, during one night patrol at Linzhong Lake, he had gravely wounded Alpha Academy's Mike Jin Sephrano with a single shot.
For instance, after leaving the Dreamlands, he had accidentally blasted apart the School Guardian Formation and the little white tower on the island in the lake.
And on the Black Prison Battlefield, the slender red pillar of heaven he had toppled had sliced through the sturdy inner fortress of Black Prison, instantly pushing the slow-moving war to its fiercest point.
Even without his teacher's reminder, Zheng Qing had already recognized his problem—throughout his hospital stay, he had been forced to prick his finger every day and draw several blood talismans, wrapping them into Talisman Bombs to contain the constantly overflowing power of the Forbidden Curse. He had already planned to visit the Three-Have Bookstore after his discharge and ask whether his teacher had a better solution.
Now, hearing his teacher's words, Zheng Qing immediately forgot all his questions, as well as the risks posed by this gift's origins, and eagerly asked:
"This little snake? How can it solve my problem?"
His teacher offered no explanation. He merely raised his hand and extended it a little farther, gesturing for Zheng Qing to touch the little green snake.
The young wizard cautiously extended a finger and brushed the green snake's forehead. It felt smooth beneath his fingertip, with a faint coolness, like touching a dewdrop on