Chapter 15 Drawing Talismans

After seeing Shen Shitong off, Yu Ziqing returned home and saw Qian Mengqi sitting cross-legged on the sofa, writing something intently.

Her long, shapely legs were visible outside her hot pants, and her full breasts seemed about to burst out of her T-shirt because she was leaning forward slightly while writing. Even with Yu Ziqing’s extraordinary eyesight, he could see a glimpse of her white cleavage from that angle.

It’s undeniable that Qian Mengqi is very pleasing to the eye when she’s not acting crazy. Just like now, sitting quietly on the sofa writing, the entire small living room becomes spacious, bright, and full of spring because of her.

Unfortunately, before Yu Ziqing could even process the idea, Qian Mengqi slammed her pen down on the notebook and exclaimed, “All done!” Then she stretched and yawned before casting a malicious glance at Yu Ziqing.

“You’re back! I just finished drafting the agreement for us to live together, and now I’m just waiting for you to review and sign it!” Qian Mengqi stood up and proudly handed the agreement to Yu Ziqing.

“You wouldn’t be so vulgar as to actually do this kind of thing, would you?” Yu Ziqing took the treaty and mocked with a look of disdain. He found that sometimes he actually enjoyed going against this woman.

Surprisingly, Qian Mengqi didn’t react after hearing this. Instead, she smiled and said, “Women, not many of them are anything but ordinary.”

“You do have some self-awareness!” Yu Ziqing laughed, but when his gaze fell on the treaty, his smile disappeared. Only then did he understand why Qian Mengqi was so humble and easy to talk to.

This is an unequal treaty.

The first article of the treaty states that Qian Mengqi has the absolute right to interpret and supplement the treaty; the second article states that no one may enter her room without her permission (Yu Ziqing’s room is not specified); the third article states that both of their belongings should be properly arranged, and no one may use her things without her consent (Yu Ziqing’s things are still not specified); the fourth article states that no one may bring anyone home without her consent (this time it refers to her own people, which is not specified); the fifth article states that she has absolute control over the television; the sixth article states that Yu Ziqing must knock on the door before using the toilet, regardless of whether anyone is inside… The treaty contains a total of twenty articles.

“Have you finished reading? If you have no objections or additions, then sign it,” Qian Mengqi said, staring fiercely at Yu Ziqing, as if she would start a fight if he dared to say no.

“Yes, I’ve read it. Although the treaty is unequal, I think it can be passed in order to show respect for women’s rights. However, I need to add one point,” Yu Ziqing said.

“Well, considering that you have some self-awareness, as long as your additions aren’t too outrageous, I’ll seriously consider it,” Qian Mengqi said smugly, glancing at Yu Ziqing.

“I want to add to the second point: you are not allowed to enter my room without my permission, and it’s best not to even knock unless necessary,” Yu Ziqing said.

Upon hearing this, Qian Mengqi immediately gave Yu Ziqing a disdainful look and said, “Tch, even if you invited me into your doghouse, I wouldn’t want to go in.”

“It’s best if you think that way!” Yu Ziqing casually signed the document, then turned and went into his room, slamming the door shut.

Qian Mengqi had originally wanted to see Yu Ziqing’s pained expression upon receiving the treaty, and even wanted to test her skills against him, but she hadn’t expected things to end so abruptly. Looking at Yu Ziqing’s tightly closed door, she suddenly felt utterly bored. Just as Yu Ziqing had said, it was so tacky! Why bother with all this stuff?

Yu Ziqing couldn’t be bothered with Qian Mengqi’s girlish thoughts. He was actually somewhat grateful to Qian Mengqi for proposing the agreement, as he could now sit inside and do his own thing without worrying about being disturbed by Qian Mengqi.

Take out the yellow paper, cut it into long strips, and lay it flat on the desk. Then take out the inkstone, mix the cinnabar, and Yu Ziqing holds the Arctic wolf hair brush, ready to start drawing talismans.

There are six grades and eighteen levels of talismans, namely, the six major grades of magic talisman, spirit talisman, treasure talisman, immortal talisman, divine talisman and holy talisman. Each grade can be further divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower.

With Yu Ziqing’s current cultivation level and meager magical power, he could only draw talismans at the level of magic runes at most. There are many magic rune-level talismans. After some thought, considering his own meager magical power, Yu Ziqing decided to temporarily draw three types of talismans for unforeseen circumstances: one was a talisman that could make a person as light as a swallow and walk as fast as the wind; another was a talisman that was equivalent to a golden bell shield; and the last one was a slowing talisman.

Keeping his mind clear as a mirror, Yu Ziqing began to draw a talisman, specifically a talisman for speed.

Numerous horizontal strokes, vertical strokes, dots, and curves flow smoothly from the tip of the brush like a stream, forming complex and intricate symbols, which in turn form even more complex symbols.

Strands of invisible energy rippled across the tip of the pen, then disappeared into the symbols and returned to stillness.

Large beads of sweat gradually appeared on Yu Ziqing’s forehead, his face began to turn pale, and eventually his entire body, except for his right hand which was writing the talisman, began to tremble slightly.

Finally, Yu Ziqing put down his pen, and the Swift Travel Talisman was completed. Yu Ziqing was completely exhausted, slumped into a chair, panting heavily. It took a long time for his breathing to return to normal, and his complexion gradually regained some color.

Yu Ziqing picked up the Swift Travel Talisman, examined it, and shook his head with a wry smile, his face filled with disappointment and dissatisfaction. This single, low-grade talisman had almost drained all the magical power from his body. It would be extremely difficult to recover to his original state without two days of cultivation. To complete the three talismans, it would probably take at least six days, significantly delaying his breakthrough to the early Foundation Establishment stage.

Yu Ziqing looked dissatisfied and sighed inwardly. However, if the fact that he, with his early Foundation Establishment cultivation, had successfully created a low-grade talisman on his first attempt were to spread throughout the cultivation world, it would probably cause a huge uproar and shake the world.

After making the Swift Travel Talisman, Yu Ziqing was unable to make a second one, so he could only pass the time by reading books.

The second day was a weekday. After cultivating his energy at midnight and dawn, Yu Ziqing’s magical power had recovered by more than half, but it was still not enough to support him in drawing the second talisman in one go.

In the morning, Yu Ziqing went to Ah Zhen’s steamed bun shop to buy breakfast as usual, then went to the Agricultural Bank of China and transferred 20,000 yuan to his father’s account. Yu Ziqing originally wanted to transfer more, but transferring too much at once would be difficult to explain to the old man if he asked.

When Yu Ziqing came out of the bank, he saw a familiar face: the buck-toothed thug. Standing next to him was a burly man with prominent pectoral muscles.

The buck-toothed thug and the other man were clearly after Yu Ziqing, as they were walking towards him.