Chapter 2 (2/2)

Seeing him gobbling like a craving hungry ghost, the villagers burst into laughter, and their doubts increased. Was he only a little beggar cheating for food?

Even Tieshan couldn’t help wondering the same. If Lin Xun really were a fraud, how humiliating it would be?

Among all the suspicions and confusions, only the old man was looking at Lin Xun with a slight kindness and amazement, thinking either this young boy was a daredevil lair or a capable genius.

Whichever he was, it was not easy to act so composed. His courage was for sure worth recognition.

Soon after Lin Xun wolfed down the large piece of beast meat, he drank plenty of chill spring water like a fish. He now felt refreshed all over.

“Little bro, shall we start now?” Tieshan couldn’t help asking.

“Not yet,” Lin Xun blurted out, looking up at the sky.

As time elapsed, darkness drew near from the horizon beyond.

Right before the villagers were going to lose their patience, Lin Xun started to take action after a long time in silence. He opened the old wooden case at his feet, took out a pale cyan dagger which was 30 inches long and 3 fingers wide, then walked into the spiritual land without hesitation.

The old man narrowed his eyes. He sensed something familiar and different from Lin Xun who was steady, unhurried and focused at this moment, bringing back a vague and almost forgotten memory buried deep in his heart.

He promptly waved his arms to stop the villagers from complaining, “Be quiet and be patient.”

The undeniable stateliness in his voice immediately dispersed all the noises, but not the suspicions. All of the villagers were still looking at Lin Xun in disbelief.

As they were not allowed to talk, some of the villagers exchanged glances and quietly spread out to guard the spiritual land in case that Lin Xun attempted to escape.

Seeming to not notice these subtle changes, Lin Xun fished out a golden broken bone which was tusk-like and thumb-thick from his inner pocket.

He then grasped the hilt of the pale cyan sword in his right hand, and scraped the broken bone with the edge, making some scratching sound.

Wisps of light gold powder drifted down from the broken bone to Lin Xun’s palm. Not until his palm was covered thick by these light gold powders did he stop and put the broken bone back in his pocket.

After taking a deep breath, he squatted down, dipped his finger tip with some light gold powders and began to draw on the wet spiritual land.

At such a distance, the villagers could see clearly what he was doing.

His face was delicate and slightly pale. His eyes were concentrated and crystal clear. His finger, like a brush, was drawing crooked and intricate lines on the ground. His movements were as smooth and natural as floating clouds and flowing water. It was a real pleasure to watch.

The villagers, staring unblinkingly at Lin Xun and the mysterious light gold pattern which was not yet finished, were somehow shocked.

As ignorant as they were, they could still tell Lin Xun was doing something beyond their imagination.

The dedicated and determined look on his face, the swift and clean movements, as well as the light gold pattern which was about to complete, virtually added a touch of mystery to Lin Xun.

Many villagers had unknowingly put their doubts to rest, while quite a few had been entirely convinced.

They may not understand, but this would not stop them from being amazed by Lin Xun’s capability.

The old man trembled imperceptibly at what he saw, and finally came to a conclusion. This young boy may look weak and fragile, but what he was carving now was indeed spiritual tattoos!