Hide in the world of gods and demons

Chapter 7 Fu Cheng
Time flies by unnoticed, and half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

The food was replenished three times.

With daily, tireless practice, my proficiency with the guide symbol slowly but steadily improved to the proficiency level.

Chen Li didn't want to wait any longer and officially began his first attempt at making an exorcism talisman.

During this time, he had thoroughly figured out the structure of the talisman and was very confident in it. He had also practiced drawing it countless times, and sometimes he even dreamed about drawing talismans.

Everything is ready and waiting to be put into practice.

The writing brush and ink were already prepared on the table, and the processed animal hides left behind by the original owner had long been cut up.

Exactly five, lined up on the table with a sense of ceremony.

He quietly closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, waiting for noon to arrive.

Because the success rate of drawing talismans to ward off evil is highest at noon.

He quickly opened his eyes and stood up.

They began to skillfully perform the pre-drawing rituals of meditation, mental preparation, and prayer.

He hadn't performed such elaborate rituals in a long time.

Just like parking, I was meticulous when I first learned it.

When to look at what, what angle to pay attention to, when to turn the steering wheel, and how much to turn it.

But if you park a lot, you can just go by feel.

But today's Fu is different; he must go all out and cannot afford the slightest mistake.

Feeling good, Chen Li picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, and began to draw talismans.

"not good!"

The animal hide emitted bluish smoke, and a burnt smell filled the air.

The first one was scrapped.

……

The second one is also scrapped.

Seeing that only three animal hides remained, his hand holding the pen trembled, cold sweat quickly beaded on his forehead, and he hurriedly stopped.

"call!"

He leaned back in his chair, rubbed his face vigorously, and then stared blankly at the dark ceiling. These past few days, he had spent not only time and energy, but also his heart full of expectations and hopes for a better future...

"Where exactly did things go wrong?"

"I've done at least a hundred simulations of the drawing technique over this period of time, so there shouldn't be any problems."

"The spiritual energy transfer is not stable enough? I've drawn so many talismans during this period, there shouldn't be such a basic mistake..."

He pondered deeply, ignoring the heat, and picked up two discarded talismans that were still emitting blue smoke from the table. He gently wiped away the scorch marks and carefully studied the structure of the two discarded talismans.

The patterns on it are smooth and natural, and there is even a faint trace of residual spiritual energy flowing within them. There is no obvious problem.

The two talismans failed in the same way: each time, they could only draw one-fifth of the way before the spiritual energy inexplicably went out of control, and they could no longer draw the talismans.

"Was my previous ritual not devout enough... or was the timing wrong?"

The former was hard to confirm, the latter... He immediately got up and pushed open the door. It was noon outside, the sun was blazing, and it was undoubtedly the perfect time to draw a talisman to ward off evil.

It seems that's not the problem.

He closed the door.

He returned to his seat and sat down painfully.

He couldn't accept failure, not failure itself, but rather failure that was inexplicable and for which he didn't even know where the problem lay.

"There must be something we've overlooked."

Then he noticed the bottles and jars on the table, and suddenly an idea struck him.

"Wait, maybe 'ink' is wrong!"

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. He excitedly stood up, picked up the jars one by one, and examined them. There were no labels or any obvious markings on them; some contained liquid, and some contained powder. Fortunately, there were only two jars of 'blood ink' in total.

It's either this or that; it's a good choice.

In fact, it is not difficult to distinguish between these two types of blood ink.

One has a strong fishy smell, the other has a mild fishy smell.

One type exhibits obvious spiritual energy fluctuations, while the other is much weaker.

Whether it was good luck or bad luck, Chen Li had always used the latter method to draw talismans before this.

To confirm, he got up and went to read through "The Method of Making Eight Types of Talismans" again, which he had already read countless times.

He discovered that it wasn't something he had overlooked, but rather that the description of which blood 'ink' to choose hadn't been mentioned at all.

"This...this author is really going too far. He writes a book on talismans for the Qi Refining stage in such a secretive way, omitting such essential information."

He was quite angry, so he flipped to the last page of the book and looked at the author's name.

"The hermit in green robes!"

"I'll remember you."

……

After venting his frustration, and seeing that there was still time, Chen Li sat down to meditate and regulate his breathing again. Fortunately, he hadn't consumed much spiritual energy earlier, and soon he was back to his best state.

The various preparations and pre-ceremony rituals need no further explanation.

Feeling the peace in his heart, Chen Li took a talisman base, picked up a brush, lightly dipped it in the brand-new 'blood ink', and began to write without the slightest hesitation.

The brushstrokes flowed smoothly, like clouds and water, without the slightest hindrance. The spiritual energy was even, and everything went incredibly smoothly without any unexpected incidents.

He endured the discomfort of his spiritual energy being almost completely drained, and completed the entire talisman drawing process in one go, feeling completely satisfied.

"It's done!"

As the light on the surface of the talisman gradually dimmed and eventually disappeared, Chen Li's tense spirit relaxed, and he felt completely exhausted.

He leaned back in his recliner, looking at the talisman with a faint smile on his lips, not wanting to move an inch.

He himself found his reaction strange.

He had worked tirelessly day and night for half a month without leaving his home, and now he had finally succeeded. He should have been excited and thrilled, not as indifferent as he was now.

But in fact, at this moment he may have felt joy, but more than that, he felt a sense of security that filled his entire body.

He opened the game panel.

Name: Chen Li

Life expectancy: 40/98 years

[Realm Level: Qi Refining Level 3: 31/100]

[Technique: Longevity Technique Proficiency: 81/200]

【Skill:】

制符：清洁符精通：1/400；静音符熟练：85/200；指路符熟练：1/200；辟邪符入门：1/100
Spell: Spirit Flick Mastery: 321/400;
Swordsmanship: Basic Swordsmanship Introduction: 15/100
[Supernatural power: none]

"Finally, I can establish myself in this world!" He closed the attribute panel and sighed with satisfaction.

Then, I suddenly felt a little lost.

It's as if I've lost my goal.

For a moment, I had no idea what to do next.
Although he was exhausted and worked hard during this period, the feeling of going all out to achieve his goal under immense survival pressure made him feel incredibly fulfilled, as if his life had found meaning.

Thinking about it carefully, I haven't felt this way in a long time.

"Forget it, we'll take it one step at a time. We'll make plans after we've made the talismans, sold them, and earned some money."

As for today, he plans to take a day off.

Since I transmigrated, I haven't had a proper rest.

P.S.: Please recommend and vote with monthly tickets!
(End of this chapter)