Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One
Chapter 363 - 252: Ghost Hunt

Chapter 363: Chapter 252: Ghost Hunt

But right now, Li Ping’an was only interested in Cultivation and Taoist Seals.

Just then, the Attribute Template in his mind suddenly underwent a change:

Cultivation: First Realm of Cultivation 99%

Divine Skills: Suppression Seal LVE2 (1/1000), Lotus Platform Seal LVE1 (0/100), Illumination Seal LVE1 (0/100)

An Illumination Seal had surprisingly appeared on the Attribute Template, and Li Ping’an, relying on his Comprehension, instantly understood its meaning.

The Suppression Seal and the Illumination Seal were offensive Techniques, while the Lotus Platform Seal was protective.

He began to try Forming Seals, starting with the Illumination Seal, which he had memorized from other Taoist classics, so his Forming Seals went very smoothly.

When he successfully formed the Illumination Seal, he felt something stirring within him, as if circulating inside, traveling from the crown of his head along the meridians to his hands.

While in a meditative state, having formed the Hand Seal, the tip of his middle finger suddenly ignited with a flame invisible to the average person!

The flame was yellow-red, not large, about the size of a finger joint, and had no heat whatsoever. He tried to blow it out forcefully, but the flame was utterly unaffected by external forces.

At this time, the Attribute Template in his mind also changed:

Divine Skills: Illumination Seal LVE1 (0/100) changed to (1/100).

Li Ping’an couldn’t help but exclaim in his heart, "No way? Is leveling up this easy?"

As he withdrew the Hand Seal, the flame on his fingertip unexpectedly entered his body.

Li Ping’an instantly became eager and formed the Illumination Seal again: a flame appeared on the tip of his finger from within his body.

But on the Attribute Template, the Technique item, Illumination Seal LVE1 (1/100), had changed to (2/100).

So he began to tirelessly form different Hand Seals, practicing each thousands of times.

Now in his mind’s Attribute Template:

Cultivation: First Realm of Cultivation (99%)

Divine Skills: Suppression Seal LVE10 (Minor Achievement), Lotus Platform Seal LVE10 (Minor Achievement), Illumination Seal LVE10 (Minor Achievement)

All three secret Hand Seal Divine Skills had reached a bottleneck, and no matter how much he practiced, the proficiency wouldn’t increase anymore.

After much thought, he boldly presumed it was due to his Cultivation Realm being insufficient.

But speaking of his own Cultivation Realm, Zhang Chen felt perturbed. The Taoist classics said - ’Three days for a small The Universe, a hundred days for a large The Universe, nine years for the upper limit.’

According to the theory, after awakening and entering the Dao, it would take ten years to reach the Qi Refinement Realm from the Foundation Establishment Stage, but Zhang Chen’s situation was quite different from normal people.

Having received the ’golden finger’ could be considered as having entered the Dao: he went from Inner Realm 1 to Inner Realm 99, which counted as the Foundation Establishment Stage, and he reached Qi Refinement Realm in just one year.

Moreover, just a few days have passed by and he is about to break through to the next Domain.

This rate of progression is too fast; he can only vaguely guess it’s related to attention somehow, but he remains completely clueless about the specifics even now.

Only by truly embarking on the path of Cultivation can one deeply realize that not only is Cultivation extremely difficult, but it is also very dangerous. The slightest carelessness can lead you astray, becoming what is referred to as heretical paths.

But at the moment, he had no way to deal with this since his own Realm was too low.

However, in the eyes of others, Li Ping’an was just playing with his fingers.

Han Jing looked at Li Ping’an curiously, turning his head to ask the director:

"Director Qin, is this the Ghost-catching Master who broke the Hanging Ghost?"

The Director slapped his forehead, explaining helplessly:

"Just mentioning him gives me a headache. This kid is the most severe psychiatric case in our hospital. All day long, he rambles about knowing Taoist Magic and claims to be an Immortal of this age, practicing day and night with a ’Psychiatric Postpartum Care’ book. Unexpectedly, he actually caught a ghost last night."

After hearing this, Han Jing was also greatly shocked; to cultivate a Technique from an irrelevant book was truly remarkable.

However, he dared not hastily conclude without witnessing the real skills.

Because Li Ping’an really was a psychiatric patient!

Just then, a psychiatric patient wrapped in a bedsheet shuffled slowly over to Li Ping’an, and then asked with earnest:

"Master, winter’s approaching; should I put on some more clothes?"

Li Ping’an ignored him.

"When will this hibernation end?"

"I have been feeling itchy all over; is it time to shed my skin?"

This utter bewildering conversation.

The young members of the Supernatural Bureau raised their eyebrows at this site but showed no significant emotional reactions as the Director explained slowly:

"Ah, this curled-up patient is new. He constantly thinks he’s a snake, and our hospital is trying hard to correct it!"

"Master, could you prescribe me some fetus-preserving medicine?"

The Snake Spirit patient asked Li Ping’an earnestly.

Li Ping’an looked up indifferently, gazing at the sky and spoke with aloofness:

"Scram, I don’t want to talk to a Snake Spirit!"

The Snake Spirit patient was instantly disheartened, saying in a wronged manner:

"Aren’t all Snake Spirits like this..."

Han Jing and the others could no longer hold back and burst into laughter at the bizarre scene.

More than ten people arrived at the door, each holding their phones to their faces and saying:

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