My Arms Can Turn into Blades

"...Is it real?"

Zhang Xiufeng stared at the embers floating in front of him, finally reacting. He slowly raised his hand, felt the trajectory of the falling embers, and his lips trembled slightly, his face full of disbelief.

Until this moment.

He still hadn’t heard Chen Qing’s words, and the scene of Chen Lusi disappearing kept replaying in his mind.

That was undoubtedly the effect of a talisman taking effect.

This effect was not unfamiliar to him... because Dragon Tiger Mountain still had some in stock.

When you speak of the severance of the Daoist lineage, he had never seen it, which certainly wasn’t possible.

In fact, just now, he had also used a ’Shrinking Earth Talisman.’

However.

The times he had seen it were also limited.

Because having stock didn’t mean having an unlimited supply.

No matter how much stock there was, it couldn’t withstand use over dozens of generations.

Initially, the number of talismans was sufficient, even allowing ordinary Daoists to use them.

But as time passed, and as generations failed to reclaim the Daoist lineage.

The stock continued to decrease, and the restrictions on using talismans had long become exceedingly high.

Now, it’s not just ordinary Daoists, but even for him and those who hold sway in Daoism, casually using them is impossible.

This repeated back-and-forth use of the ’Shrinking Earth Talisman’ was actually extremely rare, even considered extravagant.

Normally, whether it was ordinary Daoists, Zhang Xiufeng, or the other three Daoists, in case of urgency, they would still use regular transportation.

And as time progressed to modern times, transportation indeed became much more convenient.

However.

Whenever using modern transportation, whether it was Zhang Xiufeng, Chen Qing, or Zhang Yunzhong or Li Feng, they couldn’t help but remember, couldn’t help but long for the past... when the Daoist lineage was still present.

This longing for past glory was actually very normal.

Because knowing what was once possessed leads to nostalgia.

But often, such nostalgia ends up in a sigh.

Because they all knew, no matter how nostalgic, the Daoist lineage could never return.

...those scenes dreamed of might never be seen again.

At least before Chen Lusi disappeared, that’s what they thought. Even Zhang Xiufeng never truly expected it.

Perhaps Zhang Yunzhong wasn’t wrong.

He really did seem to be grasping at straws in desperation.

Because he truly longed to reclaim the past glory, especially as the talisman stock slowly approached depletion.

But he still dared not hold too much hope, only daring to entertain a sliver of luck, afraid that the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

However.

Just now.

Chen Lusi used a talisman to disappear in front of their eyes.

Zhang Xiufeng was certain that he hadn’t given Chen Lusi a completed ’Shrinking Earth Talisman,’ and the talisman Chen Lusi took out didn’t appear to be something he could draw.

So without a doubt... it was drawn by Chen Lusi.

The old glory seemed to be reenacting before his eyes.

That immensely nostalgic old time seemed to be reenacting before his eyes.

Unbelievable, shocked, chaotic.

It was as if the softest part of his heart was hit.

The impact was unimaginable.

At this moment.

Zhang Xiufeng even feared... this was a dream.

On the other side, upon hearing the words, Zhang Yunzhong murmured in response, "If I’m not mistaken... it should be real."

"It’s real! No need to question it! It’s real."

His emotions seemed to progress gradually.

The last to speak, Li Feng’s tone became resolute, his disbelief slowly turning to excitement.

"...What exactly is real?"

On-site.

The only one still out of the loop was probably Chen Qing, who hadn’t seen Chen Lusi use the talisman at all.

But hearing the three’s conversation, and looking at the spot where Chen Lusi was just standing, he realized something, his heart skipping a beat. He immediately stepped forward to press for answers.

This time.

The three finally heard his words, all looking towards him.

Then... the three turned back to glance at the Celestial Strategy Mansion branch behind them, slowly standing up from the ground.

"What exactly is real! Aren’t you going to say?"

The truth seemed within reach.

Chen Qing also fell into a state of disbelief combined with anticipation.

"...Just now, Chen Lusi used a Shrinking Earth Talisman."

Zhang Xiufeng looked at Chen Qing, taking a deep breath, before announcing what he had just witnessed.

His voice wasn’t loud.

Nor was his tone overly excited.

However.

To Chen Qing, it seemed like he heard the loudest shout.

With a boom.

It felt as if his head was about to explode.

Chen Qing swayed, barely steadying himself, and just as he planned to speak: "How can it..."

But before he could finish his sentence, he noticed.

Zhang Xiufeng turned directly around... almost at a running speed, charging towards the Celestial Strategy Mansion branch behind.

And Zhang Yunzhong and Li Feng closely followed, as if in a race-walking, quickly heading forward.

They had no intention of paying attention to him.

"..."

Chen Qing watched their retreating figures, stunned in place.

About half a second later.

He gritted his teeth and chased after them.

On the other side.

Ivan and Yevgeny were somewhat confused, still pondering what had just happened.

Until footsteps echoed.

They suddenly snapped back to reality.

Then, they saw the three Daoists charging directly towards them.

The two were taken aback, looking at the approaching Zhang Xiufeng, stepping forward, just about to greet them and casually ask what had just happened.

"Move aside!"

Zhang Xiufeng directly extended his hand, pushing aside Ivan and Yevgeny who met him head-on.

"Move, move, move, move."

"Don’t block the way."

Zhang Yunzhong and Li Feng followed closely, pushing them even farther away.

Without looking back, they continued forward.

Ivan and Yevgeny, unprepared, were pushed three times, their steps somewhat unsteady.