Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 81 Father and Son Jointly Develop the Fire Serpent Talisman (Twenty-first Update)

Jiang Fu'an stood by the desk, his gaze fixed on the talisman pen in his second son's hand.

The brush moved steadily and evenly across the talisman paper, the ink lines flowing smoothly without the slightest hesitation.

This technique is already on par with his own.

He couldn't help but nod to himself.

But in the next moment, Jiang Xiangqian's writing style suddenly changed.

The direction and the method of drawing the "light body talisman" recorded in the talisman books are obviously different.

Jiang Fu'an's brow furrowed, and he wondered, "What's going on? Could I have remembered it wrong?"

But then I realized something was wrong.

Xiangqian is always a serious person, how could he make such a basic mistake?

On the table, Jiang Xiangqian continued drawing.

After those few different strokes, he returned to the patterns that Jiang Fu'an was familiar with.

After that, roughly every ten or so strokes, a stroke would appear that differed from the record in the classic text.

Sometimes the angle of the turn is slightly off, and sometimes the arc is slightly flatter.

Jiang Fu'an remained silent and did not interrupt.

Because he gradually discovered that even though these few strokes did not match the book.

The talisman showed no signs of spiritual disturbance or spontaneous combustion.

About fifteen minutes later, Jiang Xiangqian gently lifted his wrist, and the pen tip left the paper.

In that instant, a layer of pale blue light swept across the entire surface of the talisman, and the spiritual energy rippled slightly like breathing.

It actually worked.

Jiang Fu'an looked surprised. He examined the completed lightness talisman carefully before asking, "Xiangqian, where did you learn how to draw this lightness talisman?"

"Father! When did you arrive?"

Jiang Xiangqian was startled to realize that his father was already standing beside him. He quickly put down the talisman brush and bowed respectfully.

He then explained, "Are you referring to those few strokes that are different? I figured that out myself."

"Drawing it this way saves a little spiritual energy, but the effect of the talisman should be the same."

These words startled Jiang Fu'an.

Did you figure it out yourself?

Having only studied talismans for a few months, he was able to conserve spiritual energy by improving his brushwork.

This child's talent in talismans is so extraordinary!

What if we wait a few more years? Wouldn't that enhance the power of even the existing talismans?

They might even be able to create something out of nothing and develop talismans that have never existed in the cultivation world before.

Thinking of this, he smiled with satisfaction and patted Xiangqian's head: "Well done, Xiangqian. In the future, you can try to improve the existing talisman drawing methods and find ways to make them more powerful."

"Don't be afraid to waste talismans, just give it a try."

The talismans and scriptures that he and He Miao bought were all the most common, readily available items on the market.

The painting techniques described above are usable, but they are by no means particularly sophisticated.

The truly profound inheritances are firmly held in the hands of those sects and cultivation families, and will never be passed on to outsiders.

"Thank you, Dad!"

Upon hearing the praise, Jiang Xiangqian's eyes lit up immediately.

When he heard that his father allowed him to try things out as he pleased and not to worry about wasting talismans, he was so excited that his face turned red.

He had actually accumulated a lot of ideas, but he had never dared to try them out, fearing that he would ruin them and waste them.

Seeing his son's talent, Jiang Fu'an had an idea and said, "I'm going to try drawing a fire snake talisman later. You can watch carefully from the side."

"If we fail, you should help your father figure out where the problem lies."

1

"Fire Serpent Talisman?"

Jiang Xiangqian was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened: "Isn't that a mid-grade first-tier talisman? Father, you can draw it now?"

Because of his love for talismans, although he couldn't draw first-tier mid-grade or high-grade talismans yet, he had already read the relevant parts of the classics many times over.

He knew very well how difficult it was to draw a mid-grade talisman.

"It's not guaranteed to work, it's just a try."

As Jiang Fu'an spoke, he took out a stack of silver-gray talisman papers from the cabinet.

This is not made of half-spirit beast hide, but tanned from the hide of a real first-tier demon beast.

Starting with mid-grade first-tier talismans, the carrying capacity of semi-spirit beast hides becomes insufficient.

Fortunately, over the years, they have hunted quite a few first-tier demonic beasts, and their pelts have all been made into talismans, accumulating to several hundred sheets.

Then, he held his breath and focused his mind, slowly circulating his internal energy.

In a short while, the originally gentle and peaceful wood-attribute spiritual energy gradually transformed into scorching and restless fire-attribute spiritual power.

Jiang Xiangqian, who was standing to the side, noticed the change in his father's spiritual energy and a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

"This is a minor supernatural ability that comes with Father's cultivation technique, but the conditions for its cultivation are quite special, and ordinary people cannot learn it."

Jiang Fu'an gave a brief explanation, then focused his mind and picked up the talisman brush.

The pen tip is dipped in vermilion and then falls.

Everything went very smoothly at first.

He was, after all, a "Talisman Saint Body." Although he couldn't improve the patterns like Xiang Qian, he had no problem understanding the stroke structure and spiritual energy flow of mid-grade talismans.

However, the consumption of mana and spirit by mid-grade talismans still exceeded his expectations.

Halfway through the painting, Jiang Fu'an's forehead was already beaded with sweat.

The massive depletion of his mental energy caused his temples to throb and ache intermittently.

The rapid loss of his internal magical power made him feel heavy in his limbs, as if he were wearing sandbags.

The pen tip gradually became less steady than it had been at the beginning.

I barely made it to the second half of the drawing, when I had a slight moment of disorientation.

The entire talisman burst into flames with a "boom" and was instantly reduced to ashes.

Jiang Fu'an closed his eyes, let out a sigh of relief, and put down his pen.

He had expected this result, so he wasn't disappointed.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to Xiangqian: "How was it? Did you notice anything wrong with Dad's drawing process just now?"

Jiang Xiangqian lowered his head, his brows slightly furrowed.

After a while, he raised his eyes and said seriously, "Father, you have a very good control over the input of magic power, there are almost no problems."

"But I feel that there are still a few areas where your mind and body resonate with your facial features that can be streamlined and adjusted —"

As he spoke, he made a few cursory strokes on the table with his finger.

Jiang Fu listened quietly, nodding occasionally.

The son's opinion was similar to his own feelings.

With his "Five Elements Body", he had complete control over the flow of spiritual energy.

Ultimately, the failure was due to excessive mental and physical exhaustion, making it difficult to continue.

So, in this brightly lit room, the father and son began to discuss things back and forth.

Every time an adjustment plan was devised, Jiang Fu'an would pick up his pen again and try to implement it.

When they failed, the two huddled together by the ashes, summarizing their experience and seeking ways to improve.

However, the Fire Serpent Talisman consumed an astonishing amount of mental and spiritual energy. Every time Jiang Fu'an failed twice, he had to meditate and regulate his breathing for a long time before he could continue.

In addition, he also needs to practice his skills and temper his body on weekdays, so he doesn't have much time to study talismans each day.

As the sun rises and sets, a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

One evening, Jiang Fu'an wrote the last line on his pen and gently lifted it up.

A crimson light swirled around the talisman, then slowly receded.

He dropped his pen, slumped back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

He was covered in sweat, and his temples were still throbbing.

But looking at the Fire Serpent Talisman lying quietly on the table, a smile appeared on his face.

The second trump card—finally, it worked.