Cultivating Immortality in a Family: I Prove Immortality Through the Chaotic Dao Realm

Chapter 40 First Attempt at Talisman Making
Back in his quiet room, Chen Qian did not continue cultivating. Instead, he took out a low-grade talisman brush, a piece of spirit ink, and a hundred sheets of talisman paper that he had purchased on his first visit to the Hundred Storage Pavilion.

Over the past few months, through continuous practice and contemplation, Chen Qian has become highly proficient in several spells and has a thorough understanding of the spiritual patterns associated with those spells.

Fireball, Lightness Spell, Wind Blade, Wind Shield...

Various spells appeared in his mind like a fleeting glance, but since it was his first time making a talisman, he naturally chose the one he was most familiar with and the simplest to try.

Therefore, the best choice is naturally the Fireball talisman.

Although he hasn't tried the various basic drawing techniques, he has a basic understanding of them and has simulated them in his mind many times. Once he gets started, he should be able to become familiar with them relatively quickly.

The drawing technique for fire-type talismans needs to be swift and light, and the output of magic power should be concentrated and continuous;
The drawing technique for wind-type talismans requires lightness and agility, and the output of magic power should be dispersed and graceful;
Chen Qian took a deep breath and gently stroked the light blue talisman paper he had bought in the Hundred Storage Pavilion. This was the most basic "Green Bamboo Talisman Paper," which could barely hold the spirit patterns of a first-order spell, making it perfect for learning and practicing.

The power of a successfully drawn talisman generally does not exceed the level of the early stage of Qi Refining.

While adjusting her breathing, she simulated the drawing process, her hands never stopping as she ground the spiritual ink in the jade dish. The clear ink faintly shimmered with a subtle spiritual aura.

"Let's begin and see how talented we are in talisman making."

He closed his eyes and recalled the key points from "Introduction to Basic Talismans":

Three essentials of talisman making:
The first is 'understanding the law', which requires mastering the corresponding spells.
The second is 'observing the patterns', which requires thoroughly understanding the spiritual patterns and veins of magic.
Thirdly, "steady brushwork" requires mastering the brushstrokes with effortless grace, understanding the nuances of pressure and speed.

Fireball was the first spell he mastered, and he knew it by heart. He could also draw spirit runes with ease.

At this moment, he was completely focused, his soul like a fine net, capturing every change in the spiritual patterns as Dao cast the fireball spell.

At the heart of the flame, spiritual energy spread like a spider web, then converged into a crimson spiritual pattern at the moment of the eruption.

“So that’s how it is…” he murmured to himself.

He picked up his brush and dipped it in ink.

The moment the pen tip touched the talisman paper, Chen Qian's magical power flowed like a gentle stream, slowly pouring into the spiritual ink along the pen tip.

His wrist was extremely steady, and his brush moved like a swimming dragon, with crimson spiritual patterns gradually taking shape on the talisman paper.

"Buzz!"

The talisman suddenly trembled violently, and the middle section of the spiritual runes abruptly twisted!
"Oh no!" Chen Qian hurriedly pulled back his pen, but it was too late...

"puff!"

The talisman ignited spontaneously without fire, instantly turning into ashes.

Failed.

Chen Qian stared at the ashes on the table, his brows furrowing slightly.

"The magic power infusion was not stable, and the drawing speed was too slow... The magic power was sluggish and not dense when turning the middle section." He reviewed his mistakes and took out a new talisman paper.

"Come again!"

On the second attempt, when the spirit pattern was two-thirds complete, the talisman paper cracked open.

The third time, the brushstroke was a little too heavy, causing the spiritual ink to smudge and ruin the entire talisman paper.

……

Until the fifth time...

As the pen tip made its final stroke, the crimson spiritual pattern suddenly lit up, then subsided. The lines on the talisman paper flickered slightly like breathing before finally returning to calm.

"It's done!"

Chen Qian picked up the "Fireball Talisman" and could clearly feel the fire-type spiritual power sealed within it.

Although it's the lowest-level talisman, its power is only equivalent to a fireball spell cast casually...

But this was the first talisman he had ever made!

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but perseverance is key. "Keep going, keep going!"

The technique for drawing fireballs is not complicated, but the drawing speed must be fast and the mana output must be dense, so whether it is successful or not, it is very quick.

Gradually, Chen Qian entered a state of complete absorption, and his success rate began to rise significantly.

Outside the window, the morning light had already quietly crept up the window frame.

When all the hundred talismans on the table were used up, Chen Qian finally came to his senses. Not only were the talismans used up, but the entire block of spirit ink was almost gone.

His magical power was nearly exhausted, and his soul felt extremely tired.

This is equivalent to casting a hundred fireballs in a row. If he had cast them quickly, his mana would definitely not have been enough. But by casting them slowly over the whole night, he had room to recover his mana and didn't need to stop to replenish it.

I counted the successful fireball talismans on the table, and there were about forty of them. Excluding the first fifty, which had a slightly higher failure rate, the success rate of the last fifty was basically over 60% or 70%.

This is an astonishing achievement. Keep in mind that this was the first attempt at making it, and many cultivators, even after years of practice, cannot achieve a success rate of 50%.

At this moment, Chen Qian's physical fatigue was not too obvious, but his spirit could not hold on any longer and he needed a good night's sleep.

There was a bed in the quiet room, so there was no need to find another place.

He calmly cast a purification spell on himself and a breathing spell on the quiet room before lying down on the bed and falling into a deep sleep.

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Having had a good sleep, Chen Qian didn't rush to review the talisman-making process after waking up. He left the meditation room and headed towards the main house in the courtyard.

This month is the month of their marriage, and Chen Qian plans to spend as much time as possible with his wife. Although he is eager to improve his cultivation, daily life is also very important.

I spent two days in the quiet room this time, which is the longest I've been in more than half a month. I definitely need to spend time with my wife.

Cultivating immortality is a long journey in life; only by maintaining a balance between work and rest can one go further.

Because the advancement of one's cultivation realm is not only about the improvement of magical power, physical body, and soul, but also has a hidden condition, namely, the cultivation of the spiritual realm.

If one's spiritual cultivation is insufficient, it will be difficult to master increasingly powerful abilities, and one's personality will gradually become extreme and narrow-minded. All of these factors can lead to serious inner demons when crossing major realms.

Inside the main room, Chen Yunxi sat alone by the window, holding a book in her delicate hand, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she were deep in thought.

Outside the window, bamboo shadows swayed gently, and sunlight streamed through the window lattice, casting dappled patterns of light on her moon-white skirt.

She gently stroked the pages with her fingertips, occasionally picking up a pen to annotate a few words on another piece of paper beside her. Her handwriting was neat and elegant, just like her—gentle and reserved, yet exuding an undeniable spirituality.

When Chen Qian pushed open the door, he saw her looking like this.

He tiptoed around to her side, his gaze falling on the book in her hands, which was the "Detailed Explanation of the Cultivation of Five Elements Spiritual Plants" that he had recently borrowed from the library.

"Looking at it so intently?" He chuckled, his voice laced with a lazy teasing tone. "Perhaps you'd like to share your husband's burdens and plant a few medicinal herbs yourself?"

Chen Yunxi paused slightly, then smiled gently and turned back to say softly:

"My husband hasn't come out these past two days. Has he made any progress in his cultivation? Momo and I went to the door to check, but the door was closed, so we didn't disturb him."

Chen Qian smiled apologetically and gently massaged his wife's shoulders: "I made some progress. I tried making talismans, and I guess I have some talent."

"I've neglected the two ladies!"

Chen Yunxi shook her head and said, "Husband, what are you saying? Cultivators are in seclusion for cultivation, which is a serious matter. It's only for two days, so there's no question of neglecting them."

"It's just that Sister Momo hasn't seen her husband for two days, so she might be missing him terribly."

"Last night she whispered in my ear, 'Why don't we sneak open the door to the quiet room and take a look? My husband hasn't eaten for days, maybe he's fainted from hunger in there?'"

Chen Qian said with a wry smile, "This little girl! I'm really starving, so I'll eat you two up later."

(End of this chapter)