Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

Chapter 453 The Love and Career of the Beautiful Immortal Venerable 36

"It's like fishing by a stream; you reel in the line with the current, not by brute force."

Ran Cang felt as if every pore on his body opened up, and the spiritual energy that usually ran rampant now flowed obediently along the path guided by Sui Si.

When that warm power traveled to her wrist, she could even clearly see the faint light shining from her fingertips, just like when her master had drawn the runes.

"So this is what spiritual power is like..."

She murmured, her eyelashes still damp with moisture, but a delighted smile already played on her lips.

Jun Sui stood quietly to the side, holding an inkstone that had just been filled with ink.

Sui Si's palm still retained the warmth of Ran Cang. He placed the wolf-hair brush into the girl's slightly cool hand, and the beads of cinnabar at the tip of the brush gently brushed against her tiger's mouth.

The talisman was solemnly pushed in front of Ran Cang. The snow-white Xuan paper seemed to still retain the spiritual energy that had been used to draw it, shimmering with a faint light.

"Come on, try drawing it yourself."

Ran Cang took a deep breath, his Adam's apple bobbing gently beneath his pale skin.

She rolled up her sleeves to her elbows, revealing a slender wrist, and the hairpin in her hair made a soft, tinkling sound with the movement.

As the wolf-hair brush hovered above the talisman paper, she suddenly recalled the rhythm that resonated with heaven and earth when her master wielded the brush, and her fingertips unconsciously imitated the arc in her memory.

However, the moment he put pen to paper, his hand trembled violently and uncontrollably, and the first stroke deviated from the intended path.

Spiritual energy slowly rose from the dantian, like a startled stream.

Ran Cang bit her lower lip, forcing herself to focus her attention on the tip of the pen.

The outline of the runes gradually took shape under the brush, and the cinnabar spread dark red marks on the rice paper, like dried bloodstains.

As spiritual energy was injected, the talisman began to emit a faint light, like a candle flame flickering before her eyes.

Jun Sui had closed his folding fan at some point, his slender fingers gripping the handle, his knuckles turning white.

He held his breath, watching Ran Cang's brush tip hover in the center of the talisman paper. That was the most crucial point, and also the position most prone to losing control.

The hall was so quiet that you could hear the candle wick popping, and the three people's heartbeats seemed to be in sync at that moment.

The change came without warning.

Ran Cang's wrist, which was infused with spiritual power, suddenly twitched, and the chaotic spiritual power within her body surged like a wild horse.

The light on the talisman suddenly surged, the runes twisted into a hideous shape, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

Ran Cang watched in horror as a ghostly blue flame ignited at the edge of the talisman, and hurriedly threw it to the ground.

The flames leaped twice on the blue bricks before turning into a wisp of smoke, leaving behind only a mess of black ash.

"Or not."

Ran Cang's voice sounded like it had been sanded. She stared at her trembling hands, her nails digging deep into her palms, as if that could stop the frustration in her heart.

"It's much harder than fighting!"

There's no need to be strong in front of your master; if you want to cry, just cry.

Her eyes welled up with tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

The hairpin in her hair swayed slightly in the wind, as if mocking her incompetence.

Sui Si's hand, carrying a familiar warmth, landed on her shoulder and gently pressed.

"Don't be discouraged,"

He bent down to pick up the wolf-hair brush from the ground; the handle still carried the warmth of his body.

“Look, although it failed, at least the first half of the rune is complete, which is much better than my first attempt.”

He opened the brocade pouch at his waist and took out a brand new talisman.

“Drawing a teleportation talisman requires extremely high control over spiritual power and concentration, just like taming a wild horse, it can’t be rushed.”

Jun took half a step forward, his boot heel crunching over the ashes on the ground with a soft, crackling sound.

"Yes, little Ayu,"

He rarely put aside his usual laziness and looked serious. "When your master was learning this talisman technique, he blew the roof off three times."

This small setback is nothing more than a pebble on the path of cultivation.

He took out a crystal-clear ice crystal from his sleeve. "Take this. This thing your master gave you can help calm your spiritual power. Try it next time."

Ran Cang raised his head and saw the encouragement in his master's eyes and the Ice Soul in the Demon Emperor's hand. Suddenly, he felt his eyes sting even more.

She sniffed, and when she took the Ice Soul, she touched the calluses on Jun Sui's palm—marks left from years of wielding a sword.

The cool touch spread from her fingertips, gradually calming her restless heart.

"I...I'll try again."

She gripped the wolf-hair brush tightly again, this time with a more determined air as the tip hovered above the talisman paper.

Sui Si looked at the sly smile in Jun Sui's eyes, her hair swaying gently with her laughter, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the indentations worn into the edge of the table by time.

His gaze pierced through the fragrant aroma of herbs in the medicine shed, as if he were seeing his disheveled self from many years ago.

In my memory, the out-of-control spiritual power was like a wildfire that had broken free, burning the talisman paper until it was curled and charred black.

Flames climbed up the curtains to the roof beams, crackling and popping as he stumbled through the thick smoke, clutching a basin of water, looking like a fox with its fur standing on end.

"Stop bragging about me."

Sui Si lightly tapped Jun Sui's shoulder with a wolf-hair brush, his tone tinged with a helpless yet doting affection.

"I suffered a lot when I learned this talisman technique back then."

After all, like Ayu, I'm not good at doing delicate work.

I remember one time, the spiritual energy went out of control, and the talisman burst into flames, burning down a small corner of the Qingyun Sect's main hall.

Ran Cang's dejected expression was instantly replaced by surprise, her eyes widened, and her hairpin swayed violently with her movements.

"So even Master has such a miserable time."

She couldn't help but laugh out loud, her clear laughter breaking the somewhat heavy atmosphere in the hall.

Jun Sui leaned against the carved window frame, lightly tapping his palm with a folding fan, a gentle look in his eyes.

"yes,"

He looked at Sui Si's slightly reddened ears, and a smile spread to the corners of his eyes.

"That time, the fire illuminated half of the Qingyun Sect, but your master was squatting in the ruins amidst the black smoke, piecing together the charred fragments of talisman paper to study them."

It was that experience that made your master study even harder, which led to his current achievements.

His voice was full of pride, as if he were telling the greatest legend.

Sui Si felt a little uncomfortable from their laughter, so he coughed lightly and stopped smiling.

He straightened his back, his hair gleaming coldly in the morning light, and his aura instantly transformed from that of a gentle teacher back to that of a majestic immortal.

"Alright, let's continue practicing."

His voice was clear and cold, carrying an undeniable solemnity, "In drawing teleportation talismans, in addition to the control of spiritual power, the accuracy of the runes is also crucial."

Each stroke of a rune contains a specific meaning; even a slight deviation can cause the rune to fail.

As he spoke, he picked up the wolf-hair brush again, the tip of which seemed to drip vermilion.

Before putting pen to paper this time, he deliberately turned his wrist over to show Ran Cang:

"Look carefully, the arc of this stroke should resemble the rising of a new moon; it shouldn't be too abrupt, nor should it be too slow."

The moment the wolf-hair brush touched the talisman paper, a subtle tremor of spiritual energy rippled through the air.

Each stroke carries rhythm; the rune lines flow across the paper, stretching out as if they were alive.

This time, Ran Cang looked at it even more carefully.

She discovered that when Sui Si drew runes, each stroke carried a unique rhythm, as if resonating with some kind of power between heaven and earth.

She closed her eyes and silently recalled Sui Si's movements in her mind, trying to find that rhythmic feeling.

Picking up the pen again, Ran Cang's eyes became even more determined.

Following the method taught by Sui Si, she slowly infused spiritual power and began to draw runes.

This time, the flow of spiritual energy was much smoother than before, and the runes gradually began to glow.

However, just as she was about to finish drawing, a gust of wind blew in from the window, ruffling her sleeve and causing her hand to tremble slightly, resulting in a slight deviation in the last stroke of the rune.

The talisman flashed with light and lost its effect once again.

Ran Cang: "..."

Ran Cang: "!!!"

Ran Cang: "Ahhh..."

"how so!"

She slammed the wolf-hair brush onto the table, causing the cinnabar in the inkstone to splatter out in tiny specks.