A chat group with hundreds of millions of members, but it's only for chatting.

Chapter 123 Chenxiang Became a Strange Man Yang Jian

Shen Yi ultimately gave up on his idea of ​​tricking Liu Yanchang into giving him the Lotus Lantern. On one hand, the Lotus Lantern was a divine artifact passed down by the goddess Nuwa in this world, and it might have the so-called mark of the Heavenly Dao on it. As a mortal, he wanted to refine it. Not to mention whether he could even refine it, even if he could, the goddess Nuwa would immediately sense it.

On the other hand, the Lotus Lantern was a relic left by the Holy Mother of the Three Realms, which Liu Yanchang valued more than his own life, so it was even less likely that he would hand it over to him.

As for tricking Chenxiang into stealing it—that would be utterly unethical.

Although Shen Yi is not exactly a gentleman, he wouldn't do such a thing.

So he settled for second best and sought out agarwood for bloodletting.

Agarwood: ? ? ?

Does bleeding me out make me less immoral?

"From what I've observed, you're a prodigy in cultivating immortality, otherwise you wouldn't be able to command wasps to sting the Master. So your blood must have some kind of magical effect, like the legendary urine of a young boy."

Agarwood: ————

Although he was pleased to be praised as a cultivation prodigy, he felt no joy at all compared to the urine of a virgin boy.

"Does the Master know magic?"

Chenxiang asked curiously. As he grew older, he could feel his extraordinary abilities. He had even walked through the wall at home before, but when he told Liu Yanchang, Liu Yanchang did not believe him.

"No, but I've been looking into it recently."

Shen Yi waved his hand: "Enough nonsense. As long as you give me blood, I'll write all the stories I told in class into a storybook for you. How about it?"

Storybook!

Just like Shen Yi's childhood yearning for martial arts novels, the young Chen Xiang naturally couldn't resist the allure of mythological stories. He gritted his teeth and reached out his hand.

Shen Yi took out a knife and made a small cut between his legs, releasing a lot of blood, which filled a small porcelain bottle.

"Master, this is too much."

Chenxiang grinned, feeling a bit anemic.

"It's alright. It's good for a young man's health to bleed a little. Go back now, I'll give you the book in a few days."

Agarwood: ————

I'm not the same person I used to be. You can only fool a poor student like Dog Egg with those words.

After seeing Chenxiang off, Shen Yi closed the door, placed the small porcelain bottle on the table, and began preparing the materials for drawing talismans.

Vermilion and yellow paper are common items, and the process of drawing talismans is not complicated. It uses the basic talisman method from the world of "Happy Seven Fairies", using one's own essence as a guide and the divine blood of agarwood as a medium, to carve the talisman on the talisman paper stroke by stroke.

As the last stroke was made, the entire talisman suddenly lit up with a golden light, which vanished in an instant. The originally bright red patterns turned into dark gold, and a gentle touch brought a warm sensation to the fingertips.

Shen Yi let out a long breath, his face paled slightly, but an uncontrollable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He held the talisman in his hand, focusing his mind on it. The patterns on the surface of the talisman glowed slightly, and a small flame flickered at his fingertips.

His method is actually the same as the magic stones used by the fairies in "Happy Seven Fairies," only a simplified version, and the spells he can cast are extremely limited. After all, no matter how talented Chenxiang is, he is just an ordinary person now.

However, once you have the ability to cast spells, things become much simpler.

First, just like Shen Yi in the world of Invincible Young Hero, he used magic to purify metals, and then combined it with precision processing techniques learned from other worlds to gradually manufacture the necessary parts, build a particle collider, extract copper elements, and then incorporate the required metals to create the Superman meteorite.

With a superhuman body, things became much simpler afterward.

Superman's magic resistance is indeed impressive, but low magic resistance does not mean no magic resistance, nor does it mean he cannot learn magic. He does not need to use the T-virus to gain mental talent to cast spells directly.

Just as Shen Yi was pondering how to collect the new materials and forge a new immortal talisman, Chen Xiang celebrated his sixteenth birthday.

In ancient times, sixteen years old was the mark of a man's coming of age, but Chenxiang's family was poor and could not afford to hold a banquet. They could only boil a pot of red eggs, buy two catties of pork, and brew a pot of rice wine, which was enough to show their appreciation.

As Shen Xiang's teacher, and having a good relationship with Liu Yanchang, Liu Yanchang naturally invited Shen Yi to his home for a casual meal.

When Shen Yi entered, Chen Xiang was chopping wood in the yard. When she saw him, she threw down her axe and ran over to greet him.

"Greetings, Master!"

Shen Yi took two books out of his pocket and handed them over: "These are your birthday gifts."

Chenxiang took the book and saw that it clearly stated "Investiture of the Gods" and "Journey to the West". His eyes lit up immediately, and he held the book with great affection.

"Thank you, Master!"

Just then, Liu Yanchang came out of the house and beckoned Shen Yi to come inside.

A square table was set up in the main room, with three dishes and a soup, including fish and meat, showing that they had done their best.

To be fair, although Yang Jian scolded Liu Yanchang for being so learned, he ended up raising Chenxiang to be a scoundrel, but ultimately the blame still lies with Yang Jian.

Yang Jian deliberately let Liu Yanchang go, but Liu Yanchang didn't know that. Naturally, he had to go into hiding, which meant he could no longer appear in prosperous places.

So even if Liu Yanchang was very talented, in such a remote rural area, he could only make a living by selling lanterns. After all, who in the village would buy calligraphy and paintings? They would only think of Liu Yanchang when putting up Spring Festival couplets.

As a scholar who was neither good at literature nor martial arts and had no physical strength, Liu Yanchang was already tired enough from making lanterns every day in order to support Chenxiang and himself. How could he have time to teach Chenxiang? As a result, Chenxiang's knowledge was practically nonexistent.

"Oh, and this agarwood is for you too."

Shen Yi figured that Chen Xiang would probably have to go out soon, so he handed the immortal talisman that was no longer useful to him to Chen Xiang.

Chenxiang, who was secretly reading a storybook, quickly closed the book, took the amulet, and curiously flipped through it: "Master, what is this?"

""

"The Celestial Talisman, if you carry it with you and immerse your mind in it, you can cast simple spells. However, it can only be used three times a day, and it will become ineffective after a while."

After all, it was made from agarwood blood, not a real rare and precious material. The fact that it could maintain its effects for so long already shows how skillful his talisman-making technique was.

"Can it really cast spells?"

Chenxiang's eyes widened as he carefully held the amulet, his voice trembling. He thought the Master was just talking, but he never expected that he could actually draw a talisman.

"Why don't you try it and you'll see?"

Swallowing hard, Chenxiang forced himself to calm down and then used his mind to control the talisman.

As a hybrid of human and god, Chenxiang was extraordinary. The patterns on the talisman glowed slightly under his will, and the lanterns in his house that were not yet finished were about to enter an automated factory, starting to apply paste, paste paper, and even air dry on their own.

"It's true! It's true!"

Chenxiang jumped up from his chair, looking at Liu Yanchang with a delighted expression, and said, "Father, that's how it was back then! These lanterns were made by themselves!"

Liu Yanchang: ————

"Father, Father, what's wrong?"

Seeing Liu Yanchang's expression gradually turn pale, Chenxiang was startled. "No, shouldn't you be happy that I can cast spells?"

What he didn't know was that, for Liu Yanchang, once Chenxiang embarked on the path of cultivation, he might end up like the Third Holy Mother, losing not only his wife but also his son.