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So Lin Yitang and Ling Nianyan sat side by side at the desk, carefully studying the diagram of the flow of spiritual energy.

Sure enough, after watching for a while, Lin Yitang was also intrigued. She was a magic genius and not completely ignorant; she had some understanding of magic.

Their eyes darted back and forth across the blueprints, sometimes gesturing, sometimes frowning in deep thought, exchanging ideas. Both were extremely focused, completely absorbed in their research on magic.

Before she knew it, she had forgotten why she had come there, and was only excitedly discussing how to circulate spiritual energy.

"Senior Sister, look here," Lin Yitang said, pointing to a key point on the diagram. "If we start with this acupoint and adjust the flow of spiritual energy, is it possible to change the shape of the spell?"

Upon hearing this, Ling Nianyan frowned slightly and fell into deep thought. After a moment, she looked up, her eyes sparkling: "Your idea is very interesting! We might as well give it a try."

Without hesitation, Ling Nianyan rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair arms. She closed her eyes and began to circulate the spiritual energy within her body. A wisp of pale blue spiritual energy rose from her dantian, flowing along her meridians to her arms.

However, when the spiritual energy reached that crucial point, it suddenly stalled. Ling Nianyan frowned, gritted her teeth, and tried to use her will to propel the spiritual energy forward. But no matter how hard she tried, the spiritual energy remained motionless.

"Damn it!"

Ling Nianyan cursed under her breath, opened her eyes, and looked somewhat dejected. "It still doesn't work. I get stuck here every time. If I continue, I'm afraid I'll go into qi deviation again."

Lin Yitang quickly comforted her, "Senior Sister, don't worry, let's think of another way. By the way, you mentioned before that altering the flow of spiritual energy in this area could easily lead to spell failure. Is that because of improper control of the spiritual energy?"

Ling Nianyan nodded and sighed, "Yes, I have already controlled the spiritual energy to the lowest level, but this level of minute spiritual power is difficult to control. So progress is very slow."

"The main problem is that altering the flow of spiritual energy in the arm can easily lead to spell failure. Once it fails, it will cause an explosion. So, since I deduced that this area might be related to the appearance of spells, I haven't been able to try it more than a few times."

“Every attempt results in the destruction of my own arm, and after that, I have to spend time healing it. During the healing process, I can't continue my research, so so far there has been no progress.” Ling Nianyan sighed helplessly, her tone full of distress.

Lin Yitang nodded thoughtfully: "When you were trying it, how much spiritual energy did you control? Is it possible to reduce it a little further?"

"I've already controlled the spiritual energy to the lowest level, but I still got injured by the explosion."

As Ling Nianyan spoke, she extended her right hand, fingertips pointing upwards. A small ball of spiritual energy, no bigger than a sesame seed, condensed on her fingertip. A faint wisp of spiritual energy emanated from the ball, almost imperceptible. She carefully controlled the size and shape of the energy, afraid that a slight mishap would trigger an explosion.

Seeing this scene, Lin Yitang was somewhat surprised and couldn't help but show an expression of admiration.

It's important to understand that ordinary cultivators would find it difficult to control such a minute amount of spiritual energy. Even among magic cultivators, very few can control it with ease. For Ling Nianyan, a magic cultivation genius, to be able to control such a tiny amount is truly astonishing.

Lin Yitang exclaimed sincerely, "Senior Sister, your control over spiritual energy is too exquisite. Most people can only control the size of their fist at most. Even top-notch cultivators can only control the size of their fingertips. Senior Sister is truly far beyond ordinary people."

Ling Nianyan laughed proudly: "That's right. Don't you know who your senior sister is? Although my cultivation has been delayed, my years of experience in magic research are not to be underestimated. My control over spiritual energy is better than even those old magic cultivators."

As she spoke, she looked at Lin Yitang, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes: "Yitang, you are also very skilled in using spiritual energy. How small can you control spiritual energy? With your level, controlling a fingertip-sized amount of spiritual energy should be no problem, right?"

Lin Yitang smiled awkwardly after hearing her senior sister's words: "Senior sister, to be honest, I have never tried to control spiritual energy to its smallest extent. So, I can't answer your question."

Ling Nianyan was taken aback at first, then nodded knowingly: "I see. But it's alright, you can try it. Controlling tiny clusters of spiritual energy has many benefits."

She cleared her throat, her tone becoming somewhat serious: "In our magic circle, everyone takes pride in being able to control spiritual energy to the smallest possible size. The smaller the size, the higher the level of mastery and the stronger the control. This is something to boast about among magic practitioners. Moreover, controlling tiny clusters of spiritual energy can also improve the accuracy and success rate of spells. Sometimes, victory or defeat hinges on the slightest difference."

As Ling Nianyan spoke, a hint of longing flashed in her eyes: "I once met a senior who could control spiritual energy down to the size of a pinhead. The precision was simply breathtaking. So Yitang, you should work hard too! Let's both strive to reach that level as soon as possible."

Lin Yitang nodded, closed her eyes, and began to try to unleash her minimum spiritual power.

In fact, through her previous experience of taking on a disciple and her conflict with Zhao Qianyue, her sensitivity to spiritual energy had reached its peak; she could even sense the smallest, unseen spiritual power. However, controlling spiritual power was a first for her.

Whether one can control spiritual energy to the minimum level that one can sense depends on one's magical talent.

She mobilized the spiritual energy within her dantian, making it as subtle as possible. Originally, she was mobilizing a ball of spiritual energy the size of a fingertip, but as she reduced the amount of spiritual energy in her meridians, the size of the ball of spiritual energy continued to shrink, quickly becoming the size of a mung bean.

However, she was still not entirely satisfied; compared to her senior's sesame seeds, they were still a bit too big. She wanted to test her limits.

So Lin Yitang continued trying to reduce the spiritual energy, and sure enough, it could be reduced even further. When it was reduced to the size of a grain of rice, the spiritual energy began to tremble precariously, threatening to explode out of control at any moment.

At times like this, the spiritual energy is already close to getting out of control and cannot be reduced any further, otherwise the hand will be injured. Moreover, this is happening within the meridians; once the spiritual energy explodes, it will damage the fragile meridians, with unimaginable consequences.

But for some reason, Lin Yitang had a premonition that she could control her spiritual power to the minimum level she could sense. Although there was no basis for it, she inexplicably felt that she could do it.

Therefore, she did not release the rice-grain-sized amount of spiritual energy, but continued to try to reduce it.

Reduce, reduce, and reduce again... Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her whole body was tense to the extreme.

Ling Nianyan couldn't wait to get a look as soon as Lin Yitang released her spiritual energy from her fingertips. However, to her surprise, there was nothing on Lin Yitang's fingertips.