Chapter XII: Ancestral Shaman Spirit Infusion Art

This was a very strange feeling.

Clearly, it was Luo Yang's first time coming into contact with this mask, yet it felt to him as if he had crafted it with his own hands and used it for a very long time indeed. He was familiar with everything about it.

Just a moment ago he had been unable to judge the mask's material, but now he had his answer: it was crafted from gold and bronze, with the latter in a larger proportion, which was why widespread patina had appeared. There were also some supplementary materials that had already been consumed, and those were impossible to know.

Luo Yang stimulated the Spiritual Power within his body, and the Super-Sense State of the Ancestral Witch Spirit Body continuously grew stronger.

Suddenly, wisps of spiritual energy abruptly released from within the mask, along with some things impossible to describe in words, all surging into Luo Yang's body at that very instant.

Boom!

Luo Yang was suddenly pulled into a bizarre space. Darkness enveloped everything, and he could see nothing at all.

Without the slightest warning, a beam of golden light descended from the sky. Within the golden light, an ancient man with disheveled hair danced a mysterious dance while murmuring incantations.

That was the incantation of the shaman.

Luo Yang heard it for the first time, yet he was actually able to understand it!

The disheveled ancient man danced the Shamanic Dance, drawing closer and closer. On his face, he wore precisely this mysterious mask!

"This old man is Ying Ma, an old Qin man, and an ancestral shaman. Who are you, and why have you come?" The disheveled ancient man spoke, his voice aged yet exceptionally loud.

Luo Yang was shocked. In his wildest dreams he never would have imagined that this mask was actually a relic of a pre-Qin ancestral shaman! No wonder that the very first time he saw this mask, a very strange feeling had arisen in his heart.

"Junior Luo Yang, descendant of the ancestral shaman, did not mean to disturb Grand Master. I, I also do not know how I came in." Luo Yang was somewhat nervous.

With a flash, Ying Ma arrived right before Luo Yang and removed the mask. On his thin face there was not a trace of color, pale as paper. In his two eyes there were no pupils; what they held were two balls of dim green qi.

Luo Yang was startled, almost crying out.

"The natal seal has appeared, the bloodline has awakened, and the spirit body has initially formed. Truly you are a descendant of the ancestral shaman. Brat, kowtow!" Ying Ma spoke in a loud voice.

Liu Youshui hurriedly knelt down, knocking his head against the ground three times with dull thuds: "Disciple Liu Youshui pays respects to Grand Master Ying Ma!"

"This mask is an item worn by this foolish master. This foolish master excels in the Spirit Communication Technique, and every time he performs the technique he must wear this mask. Over a long time and through much use, it has already acquired sentience. How much you can gain depends entirely on your own fortune." With the falling of his words, Ying Ma struck Luo Yang on the head with a palm strike.

Boom!

Within Luo Yang's mind, spell-text after spell-text, symbol after symbol, and patterns as well surged forth.

That was the Ancestral Shaman Spirit Communication Art!

Luo Yang was immersed in the world of the Shaman's secret arts...

After a long while, Luo Yang opened his eyes.

He was still in the basement, and before his eyes there was simply no Grand Master Ying Ma whatsoever. Everything that had just happened was like a wild, untethered imagination that let his thoughts fly free.

Luo Yang lowered his head to glance at the mask still held in his hand, and in his heart he already had his answer.

All things possessed spirit, yet they also had distinctions of strength.

The spirit of a roadside stone naturally could not compare to fine jade. Once an item was used for a long time, sentience would gradually emerge. The stronger the master of the item, the stronger the item's sentience would become. This mask was an example: Grand Master Ying Ma frequently wore it to execute the spirit communication art, and after its sentience had formed, it also possessed related "memories."

This kind of "memory" was actually somewhat similar to a person's muscle memory. A person engaged in a certain task for a long time would gradually form muscle memory, and could handle it even with their eyes closed.

What Luo Yang had just obtained was precisely the "memory" of this mask.

Viewed this way, the more ancient an object was, the greater the possibility of it existing with sentience and "memories." By establishing a connection through the Ancestral Shaman Spirit Infusion Art, he could acquire the "memory" of the artifact, which was also equivalent to being able to borrow a portion of the artifact master's abilities!

For instance, a master chef who had used a kitchen knife for twenty or thirty years, a coder who had pounded on a keyboard for eighteen years...

Master one art, and you master a hundred!

The door opened.

At the doorway there was only Jiang Yue, with Liu Youshui nowhere in sight.

This situation caused both Luo Yang and Ye Zi to feel somewhat surprised.

Jiang Yue came straight to the point: "My godfather is dealing with that surveillance video matter and doesn't have time to come over, so he asked me to invite Divine Doctor Luo and Miss Ye over."

"Fine, I'll grab my bag and go." Ye Zi said.

Luo Yang called out to her: "Sister Ye, aren't you going to the company to handle things? I'll go by myself. You take care of your own matters."

Ye Zi paused slightly, but before she could speak any words, Liu Youshui spoke once more.

"Miss Jiang, let's go. Treating an illness only requires a doctor."

Jiang Yue glanced at Ye Zi.

Ye Zi understood Luo Yang's intention and changed her words: "Then I won't go. Be careful."

Luo Yang nodded slightly.

A black Cullinan drove along the road.

Jiang Yue drove, while Luo Yang sat in the front passenger seat.

Caotang Road was congested, and cars worth several million couldn't outrun electric bikes.

Luo Yang closed his eyes to rest, yet his mind was filled with incantations and symbols.

That was the Ancestral Shaman Spirit Communication Art.

Until now, Liu Youshui's heart still felt this matter was inconceivable. First Song Meiqi appeared, then he ran into Wang Shunli and Liang Hong illicitly coupling, and after breaking up he lodged at Ye Zi's home, coincidentally meeting Grand Master Ying Ma's mask by pure luck.

Yet was this truly a coincidence?

There was no way to know.

Luo Yang always felt that some mysterious power was at work behind the scenes, controlling everything and changing the course of his life.

"Divine Doctor Luo, was it worth it?" Jiang Yue broke the silence in the car.

Luo Yang opened his eyes and glanced at Jiang Yue. "What was worth it?"

"You helping Ye Zi like this, is it worth it?" Jiang Yue filled in the rest of her words.

Luo Yang smiled. "What are you trying to say?"

Jiang Yue furrowed her brow slightly: "Was I speaking a foreign language? You don't understand?"

"It wasn't worth it," Luo Yang answered her question.

A strange expression appeared on Jiang Yue's face: "Then you still help?"

"I like it," Luo Yang said.

Jiang Yue: "..."

The topic died.

The car arrived at the Ba City New District, subsequently entered a high-end residential compound that had been completed not long ago, and finally parked in a ground-level parking space of a villa.

"We've arrived. Get out of the car." Jiang Yue's voice was ice-cold.

Luo Yang didn't mind either. He got out of the car and followed her into the villa.

The decoration of this villa was not complex, adopting a modern minimalist style that gave people a crisp and bright feeling. The furniture and electrical appliances in the living room were all new, seeming as though they had just finished renovations not long ago.

Liu Youshui was not in the living room.

Luo Yang didn't think this was where Liu Youshui lived, either. For one thing, the villa was in a relatively remote location; for another, its decorating style and quality didn't match Liu Youshui's wealth and status.

"My godfather is waiting for you in the second room. Go on." Jiang Yue said.

A trace of doubt arose in Luo Yang's heart. Under normal circumstances, shouldn't the host receive guests in the living room? Besides, he was a doctor making a house call, yet the patient was waiting for him in a bedroom.

"What are you standing there in a daze for? Go." Jiang Yue urged.

In the time it took to say just one sentence, Luo Yang had already activated his Spiritual Power to enhance his spirit body's Super-Sense State. His vision, hearing, and sense of smell instantly reached heights beyond human capabilities.

"What is wrong with you?" Jiang Yue was somewhat impatient.

Luo Yang glanced at her. He could clearly see the pores on her skin, and none of the scents on her body escaped him. He could also clearly hear her heartbeat and the sounds of her digestive system. And that wasn't all—the things hidden on her person, such as the cell phone in her pocket, her car keys, and a pack of slim cigarettes, were all crystal clear to him. He even knew the approximate size and design of her tattoo!

It was self-evident: after absorbing a large amount of spiritual energy from that mask last night and receiving the memory inheritance Grand Master Ying Ma had left inside it, Luo Yang's Super-Sense State had grown stronger. Before, it had only enhanced his senses, but now his extrasensory perception had also improved, allowing him to sense things he couldn't see.

Where the eyes could not see, sensory perception came to supplement it!

Suddenly, Luo Yang's gaze shifted to Jiang Yue's lower abdomen.

Jiang Yue glared at Luo Yang: "What are you looking at me for?"

"Miss Jiang, you've been shot before." Luo Yang suddenly said.

Jiang Yue was stunned for a moment, then said coldly: "How do you know?"

Luo Yang pointed at the spot on the right side of her lower abdomen near the hipbone and said indifferently, "Right here. It probably wasn't treated very well back then, which is why it left a scar, am I right?"

Jiang Yue's expression changed, and her tone grew fiercer: "I'm asking you how you knew!"

Luo Yang, however, did not explain, and instead strode toward the hallway at the far end of the living room.

Jiang Yue took a deep breath to suppress the impulse to chase after Luo Yang and kick him. Yet as a result, her already full chest swelled even further out of sheer anger.

Upon entering the hallway, Luo Yang glanced out of the corner of his eye at a surveillance camera hidden inside a wine cabinet, a trace of an imperceptible smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

Without the slightest suspense, Liu Youshui ought at this moment to be hiding somewhere nearby, watching him through the surveillance in this villa.

And what had just happened was something he intentionally did for Liu Youshui to see.

The second room had been reached.

A fragrance drifted out from the gap in the door; that was the scent factor of a woman's body mixed with perfume. An ordinary person would basically be unable to smell this degree of scent factor, but to Liu Youshui, this fragrance was already very strong. He could even rely on this slight scent to determine that there were two women inside the room, and no men.

Luo Yang looked back, and Jiang Yue was no longer in the living room.

Luo Yang withdrew his gaze and reached out to knock on the door.

The door opened.

Standing at the doorway were two women, both of them tall at one meter seven, with slender waists and long legs, and exquisite, pretty faces. Both women were only around twenty years of age, and they were not wearing many clothes; one wore a black bikini paired with spaghetti-strap black silk stockings, while the other wore a red bikini paired with red spaghetti-strap silk stockings. Scenery filled the eyes everywhere, the vibrant energy and temptation of youth ferocious as a tiger.

Before Luo Yang could retract the hand he had been knocking with, the two women suddenly crowded forward, grabbing his arms from either side and dragging him into the room.

"Brother, you're so handsome." The female wearing the black spaghetti straps had little stars filling her eyes.

"Brother, President Liu is coming right over. Come into the room and rest for a bit first." The female wearing the red spaghetti straps spoke in a sugary-sweet voice, gentle and pleasant to the ear.