The Metaphysical Little Beggar's Rebirth: I'm an Unlucky Star

"That's it? What is this?!" Bai Xuan stared at the white paper on the table and frowned. Then he picked up the white paper and stared at the characters on it carefully.

"Can't you see anything?" Shu Wanwan also frowned.

Shu Wanwan had seen the intricate runes on the temple wall today. Although she could copy them down perfectly, she had no idea what they meant. She figured Bai Xuan, devoted to learning, must have read many strange books. She wanted to show him the runes she had copied down, hoping he might have read relevant records. She tried her luck, however, and the result was not surprising: Bai Xuan didn't recognize the strange runes either.

"Could it be that someone just scribbled it randomly? I can't see what purpose it serves." Bai Xuan guessed.

"No, looking at the temple, only the ancient wall has an aura that is out of place. When I walked in, I saw the talismans on it. It seems to be recording something." Shu Wanwan was very sure that there was no mistake. This was not as simple as graffiti, because she saw the wall with her own eyes.

Shu Wanwan recalled the scene. The entire temple was enveloped in a shimmering Buddha's light. Though faint, every ray of it held pure and clear spiritual energy. However, only the ancient wall emitted a faint black aura, a stark contrast to the surrounding atmosphere. This abrupt presence stirred suspicion and vigilance.

Looking closely at the ancient wall, you can see the intricate runes intertwined on it. These runes seem to contain some kind of mysterious power, as if telling a forgotten history or secret.

What secrets did that ancient wall hold? Shu Wanwan recalled the talismans on the wall, trying to decipher some clues. The patterns on these talismans were complex and unique, clearly not ordinary decorative patterns. Perhaps they were ancient text, spells, or some mysterious symbology.

Shu Wanwan had a vague feeling that this was related to the Soul-Locking Mirror and the Phoenix Feather Arrow. She longed to uncover the truth behind this ancient wall. Perhaps there was an unknown story hidden here.

"This seems to be the text from the ghost book of Li Country." Dai Yan, who was sitting on the bed, looked at the white paper in Bai Xuan's hand and spoke softly.

"The Ghost Book of Liguo?" Shu Wanwan had heard of Liguo, but as far as she could remember, the name Liguo had only appeared in history. That was a dynasty that had already collapsed before Shu Wanwan was reborn.

"Yes, it looks like it, but the ghost book of Liguo can only be understood by the Holy Maiden of Liguo. I have only seen it before, but I can't understand what it says." Dai Yan explained briefly, but didn't seem to want to mention anything about Liguo.

"Saintess? I've seen ancient historical books in the Qingfeng Monastery's library, but there's no record of a Saintess in the Li Kingdom." Since returning to Qingfeng Monastery, Shu Wanwan, besides her usual study books, has enjoyed reading unofficial books and classics. She finds them more interesting than any manual on cultivation. During the days she couldn't leave the mountain, she'd read most of the unofficial historical records in the Qingfeng Monastery library. And she happened to remember a few records about the Li Kingdom.

"Yes, the story of the Saint was originally kept secret. There was once a family with the surname Yuchi, whose lineage was exclusively female. The Saint was originally descended from this family." Dai Yan's eyes seemed to have lost all their brilliance, becoming empty. She lowered her head slightly, her gaze wandering, as if trying to avoid something. Her lips were tightly pursed. Although she tried hard to hide her emotions, a deep sadness enveloped her like a shadow, making people feel pity.

Shu Wanwan frowned slightly. She didn't know what the past was like, and she didn't know how to comfort Daiyan.

"Dai Yan, are you okay?" Bai Xuan, who was standing by, saw Dai Yan's expression and didn't think as much as Shu Wanwan did, so he asked directly.

"It's okay, I'll go back to the mirror to rest for a while, and I'll be fine." After saying that, he didn't care about the two people in front of him, and turned into a wisp of red smoke and returned to the Soul-Locking Mirror.

"This..." Bai Xuan looked at the scene in front of him and didn't know what to say.

"Don't worry, Dai Yan is stronger than we thought." Shu Wanwan touched Bai Xuan's head and stared at the complicated talismans on the white paper.

"Why don't we go to the temple and see if we can find some other clues." Bai Xuan suggested when he saw Shu Wanwan like this.

Shu Wanwan thought about it and looked at the time. At this time, everyone had almost fallen asleep, and going out now would not disturb too many people, so she agreed to Bai Xuan's proposal.

"it is good."

With that, the two of them opened the spiritual door and quickly arrived at the temple where Shu Wanwan had been recording a variety show during the day. The temple was silent, and the moonlight sprinkled on the ground like water. Bai Xuan and Shu Wanwan approached the ancient wall cautiously.

Shu Wanwan stretched out her hand and gently touched the runes on the wall, and a cool feeling came through her fingertips.

Suddenly, the ancient wall emitted a faint light, and the runes seemed to come alive, flashing with strange brilliance.

"What's going on?" Bai Xuan said in surprise.

Shu Wanwan stared at the light and felt a mysterious power surging, as if this ancient wall was conveying some message to her.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, making their clothes rustle. A faint sound, like someone whispering, was faintly heard in the wind.

Shu Wanwan concentrated her mind and listened hard to the sound in the wind. Gradually, she seemed to understand its meaning.

"This is... the language of the Li Kingdom!" Shu Wanwan whispered, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, "I can actually understand some of it."

"Draw the blood of blood relatives, the spirit of the beloved. Gather the ghosts, melt the soul body with gold, refine the animal essence with wood, nourish the soul source with water, generate smoke with fire, and earth..."

Shu Wanwan was just trying to understand the secrets of the ancient wall when suddenly, with a thud, Bai Xuan fell to the ground. Just like before Boss Lin's death, a ball of black energy rushed towards him and hit him. Shu Wanwan hurried over to check on him. She found a black aura oozing from his chest, and his face was as pale as paper.

"Bai Xuan! How are you?" Shu Wanwan asked anxiously.

Bai Xuan opened his eyes with difficulty and said weakly, "I... I'm fine. Hurry... continue to decipher the secrets of the ancient wall... That person wants to divert your attention..."

Shu Wanwan gritted her teeth and decided to save Bai Xuan first. She cast a spell, trying to dispel the black aura, but it had little effect.

"How could this happen? My spiritual power has recovered by about 50%, but I still can't dispel the black air. What should I do? If this goes on, Bai Xuan will be killed!" Shu Wanwan was anxious.