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Thus, the impressive demeanor of this old man in front of others had completely turned into unreliability in front of his own son. However, talent is something that can evoke both love and hate, especially when outstanding talent manifests in one's own child. After accepting a legacy from the Embalmer, what shocked and frustrated Qian Xuan the most was his son's ability to effortlessly memorize and reproduce talismans.
No matter how difficult the runes were to sketch, Qian Mo could remember them after just one glance and draw them out with astonishing speed, all in one go. Qian Xuan had to admit that this was a talent that could make even the most seasoned veterans feel like they were about to spit blood. To avoid discouraging other children his age, Qian Mo usually practiced talisman drawing separately from them.
Thinking about this made Qian Xuan's heart ache. Why couldn't his son's talent be applied to academic subjects? Just recently, he had been called to school because his son scored only 57 in math. What would happen if this continued? College seemed like a distant dream!
Of course, Qian Xuan had no idea that Qian Mo simply did not enjoy academic subjects. His precious son had long since set becoming the strongest Embalmer as his lifelong goal.
While Qian Xuan was feeling frustrated, Qian Mo had already sketched out the rune in one breath. The rune was entirely blood-red, with faint golden specks within it. The outer part featured square patterns resembling a coffin, while the inner part contained ancient characters reminiscent of tadpole script, yet completely different from any known ancient script; it was a unique writing style passed down solely within the Embalmer lineage! In the center of the talisman was a square character "Zhen," occupying its entirety. The whole talisman radiated a powerful aura that would make any ordinary person feel as if their soul was being crushed into dust just by looking at it.
Watching this talisman that had cost him countless drops of blood, Qian Mo felt no sense of achievement from successfully sketching it in one go. His heart bled; he never wanted to experience that excruciating process again! Although he had only lost a bit of blood for over a minute, it felt like an eternity to him—second only to the punishment he received for breaking the glass in the teaching room!
In this lifetime, even if I die on the road outside, I will never use this damned bloodline enhancement technique again! Qian Mo swore heavily in his heart.
After calming himself down, he shifted his gaze away from the bloody talisman and fixed it on Chaotic, who was wreaking havoc in his Embalming Coffin Realm.
"Chaotic, right? Four Fiends of Antiquity, huh? Eternal Unique? Not understanding the rules, are we? Take this old blood rune technique!"
Naming his technique "Chaos," Qian Mo eagerly infused the talisman into his already precarious Embalming Coffin Realm. He had only one thought: to make that Evil Soul feel some real pain!
The actions of those present did not escape Chaotic's notice... Although he never opened his eyes, Chaotic claimed he could see!
These human Embalmers seemed to have some tricks up their sleeves; somehow they managed to stabilize that kid's Three Souls and Seven Spirits, causing Chaotic's plundering speed to slow down somewhat!
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