When Fan Dazhi first encountered those damaged spirit artifacts, he saw intricate magical patterns and dim spiritual light. Others considered them an unfathomable heavenly script, but to his eyes, those winding, mysterious lines seemed to have lives of their own.
His powerful divine sense could easily detect blockages and breaks in the flow of spiritual power within them, while his mathematically gifted mind could swiftly deduce the complete structure of their spiritual channels and the best route for repairs.
This was not something diligent study could achieve. It was more like an instinctive intuition he had been born with.
By chance, he perfectly restored two damaged spirit artifacts that even Lin Qiu Chi had found troublesome. From then on, he became an indispensable assistant to Teacher Lin.
Though he repaired few spirit artifacts each month, the rewards were exceptionally generous, often ranging from two to five taels of gold.
He could always pinpoint the problem and reconnect the spiritual channels in the most ingenious way. His gift for making difficult things look effortless often left even Lin Qiu Chi secretly marveling.
And so Fan Dazhi's life settled into a clear and happy rhythm. On ordinary days, he would sit in a quiet corner of the Knowledge and Practice Institute, concentrating on the flickering spiritual light and exquisite structures of damaged artifacts, tracing lines in the air with his fingertips as he calculated the paths of spiritual energy. Whenever he had leisure, he would hurry eagerly to Spring Harmony Ward to play Go with Linu, stroll with her, admire flowers, drink tea, and watch her smile blossom or pout in coy, petulant indignation.
Those days with a radiant beauty at his side, though uneventful, were like the flecks of golden sunlight glittering on the Luo River, warm and brilliant. They became