Zhang Xiaohua nodded slightly, as if he had gained some insight. Then he took out another jade slip and immersed his divine sense in it, studying it carefully for a long while, his brows faintly furrowed. Next, he took five Five Elements jade marrow pieces the size of fingernails from his belt and casually tossed them into the air. He sat cross-legged again, fired several flame talismans, and sent several hand seals into them, melting the five floating jade marrow pieces into liquid one by one.
Looking at the five pools of five-colored jade liquid floating before him, each now the size of a fingertip, Zhang Xiaohua wore a grave expression. The hand seals on his fingers continuously entered the liquid, while one flame talisman after another was used. Only when the jade liquid had shrunk by more than half did a trace of relief appear in his eyes.
Then, not daring to delay in the slightest, he changed his hand seals again and moved his hands as though playing a zither. The true qi in his meridians surged to his fingertips as if it cost nothing, forming one hand seal after another there before striking the five-colored jade liquid. At the same time, Zhang Xiaohua's divine sense was violently depleted with every seal he formed. As the five-colored jade liquid in the air gradually solidified, his expression became ever graver. His right hand remained at his waist, lightly clenched into a fist, while his left hand slowly traced through the air, its seals formed bit by bit, as if stones were tied to his fingers. Yet upon closer inspection, the paths traced by those fingers were several degrees more profound than before.
Suddenly, the five pools of jade liquid trembled at once, bobbing up and down as though they