Nightfall

The Beginning of One's Cultivation

“How did you manage to shoot those Horse Gang that night?”

“It’s simple. I used my Psyche Power to determine their positions in the dark.”

“How did you make sure you would wound them considerably?”

“I used my Psyche Power.”

“They were so far away. How did you manage that?”

“That’s because my Psyche Power is strong.”

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“But… your potential for cultivation is not great. You aren’t able to control much of the Qi of Heaven and Earth.”

“A needle might not be as strong as a knife, but it can still pierce a person’s skin.”

“That’s such an odd way of thinking. Furthermore… don’t you think it’s such a waste to use this method in a fight? You have to use your Psyche Power to determine the position of your opponents and you still have to gauge their silhouettes. You’ll drain your Psyche Power in the sense of perception too quickly.”

“As I’ve said before, my Psyche Power is strong.”

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“Have you thought of becoming a great Psyche Master?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I am a genius in Talisman Taoism. I want to become a Talisman Master like you.”

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“You didn’t use a talisman that night when you killed the deacon of Divine Hall.”

“I am accustomed to using my knife. There is a talisman carved on my knife.”

“Your method of fighting is really different from other cultivators.”

“I am a genius. Of course, I would take an unusual path.”

“But why do I feel that you were forced to make this decision.”

“My pride is injured by you once again.”

“I do not know how to lie.”

“That is why you were able to injure me.”

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“Do you feel the high levels of Qi of Heaven and Earth in this forest?”

“Yes, a little.”

“You seem to be rarely aware of the aura of Heaven and Earth around you.”

“I care more about the aura in my own body.”

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These were the kinds of conversation between Ning Que and Mo Shanshan all the way from the peak of the snow cliffs in the Wilderness to the bottom of Cang Mountain. Sometimes, Ning Que would feel as though he was back in the Back Mountain of the Academy or in the old library, talking to the annoying Chen Pipi who could not stop spewing nonsense.

What he considered nonsense was very important to Mo Shanshan though. The young talent who was addicted to calligraphy and talisman could understand Ning Que’s methods in cultivation better through their conversations. Her expression got more and more worried, frustrated and lost as the two approached the Snow-capped Peak of the Tianqi Mountain.