Chapter 77 Repaying A Favour (1/2)

Shen Lian lightly asked, ”Do you want me to surrender my Art of Spiritual Enhancement?”

Zhang Ruoxu smiled. ”Are you willing to do so?”

”Of course I am.” Shen Lian replied dashingly.

To Shen Lian, no matter how mysterious the origins of Master of Senses were, it was only a martial exercise. It may not help him achieve immortality.

Qing Xuan's celestial studies, on the other hand, have legitimately produced many immortals.

Moreover, Qing Xuan was not a charity hall. There would be a limit on how kind Zhang Ruoxu treated his disciples.

It was normal for celestials to not have any desires. Although as a monk who lived against destiny, one would need to constantly adjust their mentality.

Like a Chinese saying that goes ”give me a papaya and I will repay with a good jade”, Zhang Ruoxu's guidance was the papaya while Shen Lian was repaying the deed with his Spiritual Enhancement technique. It may have seemed like Shen Lian was paying a bigger price but he willingly did that as he felt a sense of belonging at Qing Xuan.

There was absolutely no such thing in the world as love or hatred without a reason. It was mutual scarification that would bring people together.

Action speaks louder than words and that was why Shen Lian was clear-cut while Zhang Ruoxu was very delighted by that.

A plain white paper appeared out of thin air.

Shen Lian was surprised and said, ”Did you prepared this in advance and took it out from the mutually accommodating apparatus or was it produced instantly?

”Of course this is fresh off the stove. You'll be able to tell if something is spiritual or not after you've broken free from desires. There's no point going back and forth between 'fake could be genuine or genuine could be fake'. Zhang Ruoxu smiled but with not much content

”Sure enough, that is celestial arts. Can you then transform rock into gold?” Shen Lian asked curiously.

”Pearls, gold, and jade were no difference from brush, ink, paper and ink stone. It is just a matter amount of power needed to make it happen,” Zhang Ruoxu answered calmly.

Shen Lian thought to himself. ”What would my grandfather think if he knew that the wealth he has worked his whole life for could be replicated so effortlessly by someone else.”

Of course, Master Shen was not aware that his cheapskate grandson was secretly making fun of him.

Shen Lian abandoned that thought and took the brush and ink. The text from the Mastery of Senses slowly flowed from his heart:

Lying down with great ease; the nine essences of sleep; soul captured up north...

He lifted the brush and started writing; but before he could finish the first stroke, the ink vanished.

Zhang Ruoxu moved an expression; Shen Lian tried writing back and forth and yet that first stroke would not show.

Ever since Shen Lian burnt the Mastery of Senses, he has never reproduced the content nor leaked it verbally to someone else. This was the first time in doing so.

Zhang Ruoxu said, ”Go ahead and write, don't think too much about it.”

After making the first stroke, Shen Lian proceeded to make the second stroke but he just could not write it no matter how hard he tried.

”Stop the writing and perhaps try reciting it verbally?”

Shen Lian was stunned. The stranger it was, the more it showed that the Mastery of Senses had an impressive history behind it.

Shen Lian opened his mouth to recite but all of a sudden, he has forgotten how to vocalize.

He was speechless.