Chapter 1741 - 1742: Painting Turtles
Yang Fei was dumbfounded, looking at his own hand.
"Then, what do I need to do to let you gain the Heavenly Secret?"
An Zichen sighed, somewhat speechless.
"Can you draw the Heavenly Secret Talisman?"
Yang Fei shook his head.
The so-called Heavenly Secret Talisman, he had only seen it in Susu's hand, so how could he draw it?
An Zichen smiled slightly.
"The Nine-Grade Lotus is within you, all the fortune of Jile World gathers in your body, whatever you casually draw can be a Heavenly Secret Talisman, do you understand now?"
Yang Fei shook his head: "Still don't understand."
An Zichen sighed again, a bit speechless.
"Just try drawing, have you seen Buddha delivering beings? You just pretend you are Buddha."
While speaking, she approached Yang Fei, slightly lifting her head.
"Let me start then."
An Zichen's raised face was exquisitely beautiful, her skin like white jade.
Yang Fei hesitated, stretching out his finger, and casually drew a turtle on her forehead.
Then he retreated two steps, feeling very pleased with himself.
"Zichen, how does my drawing of the Heavenly Secret Talisman look?"
An Zichen took out a small round mirror, but found it empty, nothing there.
She couldn't help but take a deep sigh.
"Fool, don't you know anything, did you use True Qi or not?"
Yang Fei widened his eyes.
"This needs True Qi to operate?"
An Zichen shook her head: "If you don't operate True Martial Qi Energy, the power of the Nine-Grade Lotus cannot be activated, try again."
While saying this, she stepped back two steps and looked up at Yang Fei expectantly.
Yang Fei took a deep breath, operating the True Martial Qi Energy within his Dantian.
A flickering golden light suddenly appeared on his finger.
Yang Fei earnestly drew a little turtle on An Zichen's face with his finger.
He stepped back satisfied: "This time I did well."
An Zichen took out the small round mirror and glanced at her forehead, suddenly feeling both shy and angry.
On her forehead, a golden little turtle shimmered slightly, looking very comical.
An Zichen didn't say a word, slightly spreading her palm, True Martial Qi Energy gushed out, eyes full of reproach.
"Yang Fei, do you have a death wish?"
Yang Fei laughed heartily, turned around, and ran.
"You said I could draw anything, of course, I drew a turtle, besides, that's the only thing I know how to draw."
As they talked, the pattern on An Zichen's forehead suddenly disappeared.
An Zichen's body shuddered, and a strange feeling of relaxation spread throughout her body.
The constant sense of being watched disappeared entirely.
This feeling was like a thief suddenly being told he's pardoned, gaining true freedom.
An Zichen couldn't help but exhale gently.
She no longer paid attention to Yang Fei, sitting cross-legged on the spot, using the Inner Vision Technique to feel the changes in her body.
After a long time, An Zichen stood up and gently exhaled: "It's done."
Yang Fei couldn't help but be greatly astonished.
Indeed, as An Zichen said, with the Nine-Grade Lotus inside his body, whatever he drew turned into a Heavenly Secret Talisman.
Xue Mingtai saw the two whispering to each other and slowly walked over.
"Yang Fei, Zichen, what are you doing?"
Yang Fei said nothing, walked over, golden light flashing from his fingers, and casually drew a circle on Xue Mingtai's head.
At that moment, he moved as quickly as lightning, and Xue Mingtai couldn't dodge it.
He opened his mouth wide in astonishment, looking at Yang Fei.
"What are you doing?"
An Zichen smiled charmingly, walking gracefully towards Xue Mingtai.
"Ming Tai brother, don't mind this rascal, but feel it for yourself, do you feel completely relaxed, no longer watched?"
Xue Mingtai looked blankly at Yang Fei, suddenly seeming to think of something, eyes wide open.
"You... you can actually draw the Heavenly Secret Talisman?"
Yang Fei laughed heartily, feeling very proud of himself.
An Zichen told Xue Mingtai about Yang Fei obtaining the Nine-Grade Lotus.
Xue Mingtai was incredibly astonished and hurriedly sat down cross-legged, using the Inner Vision Technique to check his bodily condition.
After a while, Xue Mingtai opened his eyes and gave Yang Fei a thumbs up.
"Well done, the constraints in my body are gone, the path of Martial Arts is unobstructed."
Yang Fei was overjoyed.
After validation from Xue Mingtai and An Zichen, he understood the use of the Heavenly Secret Talisman, feeling immensely proud.
This guy's eyes darted around, thinking to himself.
"When I go back to Yinxue Tower, I'll post ads everywhere, specializing in drawing Heavenly Secret Talismans, only drawing turtles."
"A bratty brush that doesn't bloom, one turtle for one billion Rice Gold, they'll come begging me even if they fight."
Just at that moment, Hebrew knelt on the ground with a thud.
"Master, please have mercy, give me a Heavenly Secret Talisman?"
It turned out when Yang Fei helped Xue Mingtai and An Zichen lift the Divine Punishment, this old bat was watching from the side.
Yang Fei couldn't help but be curious, casually asking.
"You've already broken through the Spirit Martial Realm, can the Heavenly Secret Talisman still be useful to you?"
Hebrew kowtowed fiercely, pleading bitterly.
"Of course it's useful, to resist Divine Punishment, I consume a large amount of Xueqi every day." "Otherwise, I can only soak in the Blood Pool, remembering the power of the Blood Pool to maintain my Martial Arts Realm."
"Master, I beg you, I need this Heavenly Secret Talisman more than anyone."
Hebrew's pleading voice alarmed others nearby.
Everyone gathered around, hearing Yang Fei had such ability, the place immediately became a buzz.
Friends like Nuannuan, Mr. Bei, of course, beamed with joy.
As for those with old grudges against Yang Fei, they looked worried.
Now with the Heavenly Secret within Yang Fei, who he chooses to aid is entirely up to him.
Nuannuan rushed over first, clinging to Yang Fei's arm, jumping for joy.
"Uncle, that's great, can you give me a Heavenly Secret Talisman too?"
Without a word, Yang Fei operated the True Essence Force, drawing a golden turtle on Nuannuan's forehead.
Nuannuan brought out a mirror to look, instantly pulling a sour face.
"Uncle, you're so mean, why draw a turtle on my forehead?"
Before Nuannuan finished her words, the golden turtle vanished, absorbing into her body.
Yang Fei looked at Nuannuan's reproachful eyes and shrugged: "It's gone, nothing to worry about."
Nuannuan stuck out her tongue at him, turned around, sat down, and began to operate the Great Witch Essence to examine her bodily conditions.
Yang Fei drew another turtle, feeling spirited and ambitious.
He waved at Fan Yi in the distance.
"Fan Yi, come over, I'll give you a Heavenly Secret Talisman too."
Fan Yi didn't come over, standing upright like a spear.
He shook his head, incredibly determined.
"No, Chief Instructor, if the Martial God can withstand Divine Punishment, so can I."
Yang Fei was stunned, looking at Fan Yi's chiseled face full of indomitable determination, mixed with unparalleled zeal, couldn't help but sigh.
"Suit yourself, but don't resist too much. If you can't bear it, let me know anytime."
Fan Yi nodded, saying nothing more.
Yang Fei felt immense admiration for this brother with a heart for Tao, so persevering and strong-willed.