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In the open space, Qian Mo stared blankly at his father, who was gripping his wrist and commanding him to quickly summon the Otherworldly Ink Pen. At just 12 years old, he didn't quite understand what the Soul Melding and Spirit Building Technique was all about. All he knew was that he had to summon the Otherworldly Ink Pen and then... bleed!
Afraid of pain? Not bleeding?
What awaited him was only the prospect of losing his soul!
Thus, after a brief moment of contemplation, Qian Mo finally recognized a harsh reality: if he didn’t hurry up and do as his father instructed, he could consider finding a secluded spot in this remote, desolate forest—where not even birds dared to defecate—and wait for twelve hours before meeting his end!
Having accepted the spirit force that Qian Xuan had infused into him, Qian Mo felt his weak body regain a bit of strength; the exhaustion from overexertion had been slightly alleviated.
Standing in the clearing, under Qian Xuan's anxious gaze, Qian Mo quickly raised his right hand. The spirit force surged into him and merged with the glowing patterns on the back of his hand.
“Otherworldly Ink Pen, appear!”
The once grandiose and showy lines now seemed trivial compared to his life. With just those words, the Golden Patterned Jade Brush floated into Qian Mo's palm.
Looking at the scene before him, if it weren't for the urgency of the situation, Qian Xuan would have really liked to give this brat a good shaking! He vaguely remembered the series of cringeworthy phrases this kid had uttered in front of everyone: “I am the destined one for millennia,” “The ancient spirit force binds to the pen,” “Golden Patterned Jade Brush, return to your true form,” and other nonsense that made his skin crawl.
What was most infuriating was that this brat always used the excuse that these were necessary incantations to summon the Otherworldly Ink Pen to cover up his embarrassing antics! In the past, it was because no one had controlled the Otherworldly Ink Pen throughout the Yulian Five Families' thousands of years of history; there were indeed no witnesses. But now...
Ahem, let us observe a moment of silence for Qian Mo!
Regardless of what Qian Xuan felt inside, for the sake of his son's life, any previous dissatisfaction was merely internal grumbling. Seeing Qian Mo successfully summon the Otherworldly Ink Pen, Qian Xuan immediately spoke up.
“Qian Mo, quickly use the Otherworldly Ink Pen to cut open your palm! We can only hope that its bloodline amplification secret technique can save your life. Otherwise, you’ll become a useless person forever. If you don’t want your dream of becoming the Strongest Embalmer in History to turn into smoke, then give it your all and fight for that slim chance of survival!”
Hearing his usually unreliable father speak so seriously made Qian Mo understand the gravity of the situation. The last time his father spoke like this was when he obtained recognition from the Otherworldly Ink Pen at the Qian Family ancestral home...
The Golden Patterned Jade Brush flipped over and swiftly sliced across Qian Mo's left palm under his control. The sharp tip cut a large gash in his hand. Blood flowed out rapidly as if it were free.
What? Afraid of pain?
That didn’t matter at all! Qian Mo wasn’t foolish; as long as he didn’t die from pain, it was better than losing his soul! In front of life and his ambition to become the strongest Embalmer, pain was utterly trivial!
“The wound needs to close on its own with spirit force; there isn’t enough blood yet! Qian Mo, control your spirit force to increase blood flow and prevent the wound from closing!”
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