Chapter 9 (2/2)

Lin Xun became a spiritual tattoo apprentice long ago when he began to learn from Master Lu.

To this day, he was still an apprentice as he could only inscribe basic spiritual tattoos skillfully with his current cultivation.

And the thing was that Lin Xun had no contact with any other spiritual tattooists besides Master Lu, so he could not tell how good he was at spiritual tattoo inscribing.

Lin Xun asked Master Lu many times about his skills, but the response he got was always a shake of head and a sigh.

Shaking head meant No.

Sighing meant disappointment.

Imagine the blows Lin Xun had been taken for all those years. Fortunately, Lin Xun was not discouraged and got used to it. Instead, he was motivated to constantly compete with himself under such blows, and his ability to inscribe spiritual tattoos was greatly improved.

He demonstrated his resilience in the face of unpredictable obstacles.

It was late at dusk. The sunset glow tinted the green weeping willow with a magnificent gloss.

Willow twigs danced gracefully and rustled with a soft breeze. What an idyllic and tranquil scene!

The cyan dagger in Lin Xun’s hand kept dancing and soon it sculptured a vivid old man with messy hair and wrinkled face. Hands behind his back, the thin old man was looking up to the sky with obstinate and unruly gazes. This was Master Lu.

Every inch of this wood sculpture was delineated by delicate and accurate spiritual tattoos that were impossible to perceive, presenting an integrated yet strange feeling.

Lin Xun stared blankly at the sculpture in his hand. After a long time of silence, he gave out a soundless sigh and destroyed the sculpture with his cyan dagger.

Under the sunset, he stood up and a firm expression appeared on his pale and young face.

One could not live in memories. And he must look forward.

When night fell, all residents in Feiyun Village got the necessities they needed and returned from the ancestral hall.

However, Lin Xun found that the villagers were not that happy. On the contrary, many of them were frowning. And some vague arguments in the ancestral hall could be heard from afar.

Lin Xun could tell that it was Shiao Tianren, the village head, and Lian Rufeng, the head of the guardians, who were arguing. But soon, the quarrel died down.

In the gathering darkness, a rush of clops appeared in the village, which soon died away into the dark and deep mountains.

“It seems Lian Rufeng left by starlight…”

Pondering silently for some time, Lin Xun returned to his room. Just as he was about to meditate as usual, someone suddenly called at his cottage.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There was a loud knock at the door, which was a bit harsh and rude in the serene night.