The Moment of Miracle

There wasn't any change to the Fire Talisman after he had said "Come." It just stuck on the tree trunk without so much as a sound.

"What the heck!" Ling Yun frowned and cursed.

Even though everything he had used was ordinary — the brush, chicken blood, gravel, medicinal herbs, and even the yellow paper — Ling Yun's talisman-making skill was one of a kind.

Ling Yun had been confident that Tie Xiaohu would dash back from his experiment begging him to teach him this skill. However, things had not gone as expected.

"What the f*ck, such an embarrassment."

Ling Yun did not stop throwing the Fire Talismans. He secretly felt a growing sense of shame. Every single one of them failed. There was not even a trace of a spark, let alone a raging fire.

Tie Xiaohu, on the other hand, was in awe.