2466 Indecipherable Scribblings
Actually, Mu Rouxuan was not confident at all.
She had never been able to successfully draw a storage talisman before.
It was mainly because there was a large part missing from the Mu Clan’s inheritance of the talisman art.
The Mu Clan’s talisman art had become especially fragmented with the passing of time since getting passed down from the old ancestor more than a millenium ago.
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There was no record of how to systematically draw the storage talisman in the ancient texts.
The old ancestors studied and researched step by step using their widsom and experience. They had only successfully produced 19 storage talismans up until the present day.
Only one was a blue storage talisman!
She had imprinted the runes in her mind several years ago.
She was one of the best in the Mu Clan’s younger generation. After she became an advanced-level talisman practitioner, she could enter the most secretive top level of the Mu Clan’s Talisman Tower, where she learned the finest talisman techniques.
She had been working hard to draw the runes all these years because she truly wanted to draw her own storage talisman. She was satisfied even if it could only store several cubic meters of space, but she had never succeeded all this time.
She wondered if it was because she had memorized the runes incorrectly, but she had clearly already committed the runes of that well-hidden storage talisman to memory. It was impossible for her to have messed up.
Mu Rouxuan took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. After dabbing cinnabar with her talisman pen and spreading out a piece of talisman paper, she started drawing rapidly.
A hint of yellow talisman energy seeped into her wrist as she rotated it.
Mu Rouxuan naturally had the confidence that no one would be able to learn anything even if she was drawing in public.
Even if there was someone with a photographic memory, it was still impossible for them to produce the talisman without having systematically cultivated talisman energy and talisman methods.
After all, talisman practitioners relied on their own talisman energy as the basis of crafting talismans.
This was tantamount to someone without internal energy going through the stances. They wouldn’t be able to produce anything!
Talisman practitioners were reliant on inheritance. No one would widely disseminate their inheritance and methods of cultivating talisman energy.
Mu Rouyan made a hook with her pen as she carefully drew her talisman.
Even people who wanted to learn started getting a headache when they saw the squiggly runes.
Their conscious pools would start hurting if they continued staring at the talisman Mu Rouyan was working on.
Even though normal people did not have a severe reaction, they somehow felt dizzy when they kept watching her draw. They quickly stopped watching as closely.
This was the Mu Clan’s confidence. Not any random person could learn the Mu Clan’s talisman art.
Qiao Mu was not as bothered. She kept watching Mu Rouyan draw with great interest.
She herself was not too clear on how vast her talisman energy was.
In any case, it was much greater than Mu Rouxuan’s. That’s why watching Mu Rouxuan draw did not make her dizzy or make her conscious pool hurt.
As she watched, she couldn’t help but start to twitch her mouth.
What kind of hellish scribbles were these? If she didn’t personally witness the process of drawing this “storage talisman”, she would have thought that the finished product was a talisman of indecipherable scribblings!
What kind of ghastly inheritance was this?
Why did even she, a black-level grand talisman practitioner, not freakin’ understand what these disorderly, complicated, and convoluted strokes were supposed to be?
Could it be that the Mu Clan was purposely teaching it this way?
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