Mu Enyu thought back to her childhood. She realized that aside from singing, dancing, and drawing, there wasn’t much else. So, she had truly lost at the starting line.
Soon, An Yan figured it out. After the drop of medicine fell into the cinnabar water, the Brain-eating Insect started to stir. It felt as if it had been summoned by something, moving towards the cup.
"It really moved!" Mu Enyu stared at the insect curiously. "What’s the principle behind this? Is it really because of the Talisman Water?"
Previously, they had tried everything, and the insect had shown no reaction. Unexpectedly, the Talisman Water had actually made it respond.
"Is it because there really is some mysterious force within the Talisman Paper?" Liang Chen also watched in shock, murmuring, "The end of Western medicine is traditional Chinese medicine, and the end of traditional Chinese medicine is Metaphysics!"
He was originally a skeptic, but now the fact was right in front of his eyes!
"I’ve heard this saying too!" Mu Enyu said. "They say that a particularly outstanding senior from our school really liked the color red and often incorporated red elements into his clothes. But whenever he wore red into the operating room, the surgery would inevitably encounter problems. Feeling that he was incompatible with the operating room, he went to a temple to pray. The temple master told him that red suppresses gold, and surgical tools are, of course, metallic. So, he went into his next surgery with a ’try-it-and-see’ attitude and removed all the red elements from his clothing. His operation then went smoothly. Although I don’t understand the principle, it really is miraculous."
Liang Chen nodded. "I’ve also heard of one. There was a chief physician who, before performing surgery, had to shake his hands three times after disinfecting. If he didn’t shake them, the operation would surely go wrong!"
"Really?" Mu Enyu asked in surprise.
Liang Chen nodded. "I’ve observed him personally, and it’s true. However, I always thought this behavior was the result of psychological suggestion. For example, most people tend to say ’Please bless me, dear God,’ before doing something important. It’s unclear whether God will actually bless them, but after saying it, their hearts seem to settle down. When the heart is calm, energy flows smoothly. When energy is smooth, the spirit is at peace. Being at peace allows one to concentrate more on the task, and naturally, the success rate is higher."
As Liang Chen spoke, his gaze returned to An Yan’s Talisman. "But now, I’m not quite sure anymore."
After all, when An Yan had tried the Talisman Water alone, the insect moved. Later, when she tried the medicine alone, the insect showed no reaction at all. It was only after the medicine was dropped into the Talisman Water that the insect seemed to have received some strange command and began to move towards the water. If this situation had to be explained scientifically, then it could only be a chemical reaction.
Liang Chen took a water sample and dropped it onto a slide to observe. However, he saw nothing unusual. Aside from water, it was just medicine, clear and distinct.
Could it be that An Yan, in addition to medical skills, also knew Mystic Techniques? He was already unable to keep up with her in medicine alone, and now it turned out she had other abilities.
At this moment, An Yan was wholeheartedly pondering the transparent ripples.
"An Yan, may I try to draw it?" Liang Chen asked.
An Yan handed him the yellow paper and brush. Liang Chen’s memory was also top-notch. He replicated An Yan’s drawing exactly. Even the starting and ending points of the brush strokes and the thickness of the lines were precisely duplicated. But in An Yan’s clairvoyant view, the brush in his hand was just an ordinary brush; no transparent gas emerged. Fınd the newest release on NoveI[F]ire.net
Could that really be Spiritual Energy, and could only she manipulate it?
An Yan thoughtfully looked at the large tree in her mind; the previously shiny green leaves seemed less lustrous now.
This... Could it be that the transparent gas she used was produced by Yezi?
An Yan focused on the leaves, summoned that energy again, and with a brush soaked in cinnabar, she casually drew a stroke on the Talisman Paper. The leaves visibly dimmed a bit.
An Yan quickly stopped. She finally understood why the Talismans drawn by her grandfather were ineffective. It wasn’t that the Talisman was ineffective; it must be because her grandfather’s body lacked Spiritual Energy!
Indeed, the production of Spiritual Energy would consume Yezi’s life force. The tree hadn’t fully emerged yet, and it was already so taxing on the stones. If the whole tree were to appear, how many Spirit Stones would it need to be fed? An Yan suddenly felt that what she had in her brain was not a cheat but a gold-devouring beast.
As she thought this, the leaves in her mind drooped listlessly, all at once, like a child who knew they weren’t liked.
An Yan paused, then said, "I’m not disliking you. I’m thinking about where I can get more Raw Stones for you to eat!"
Its leaves perked up in unison. A few of them pointed towards the back mountain!
"Are there Raw Stones in the back mountain?" An Yan asked.
"Is there something to eat then?"
"Is there a thumb ring?"
Yezi nodded frantically.
An Yan was bewildered. Could it be that Yezi can communicate with the thumb ring because the thumb ring is its food? If she were to activate the thumb ring and the tree devoured it in one gulp, then how would she find the secret realm?
Yezi started shaking its head again.
"You don’t eat thumb rings?" An Yan asked.
"Then what do you want the thumb ring for?"
Its leaves paused, then began swaying this way and that. She could sense their complex thoughts and emotions, but An Yan couldn’t understand what they were trying to express. After a while of fruitless communication, An Yan gave up. She would deal with the thumb ring once she got it!
That night, An Yan rested properly, not wasting a second of her thirteen-minute Clairvoyant Ability. After waking up and having breakfast, she took her drawing paper and pencils to the back mountain.
Even though there were traps and Brain-eating Insects inside the coffin, An Yan had her Clairvoyant Ability. Thirteen minutes wasn’t long, but she had thirteen minutes every day. With enough persistence, sketching a little each day, she could eventually map out all the mechanisms inside. Then she would just need to figure out how to disarm the mechanisms, and she’d be able to retrieve the thumb ring, right?
However, when she was ready with her drawing paper and pencils to start, she discovered that the mechanisms inside were not static. They relied on some sort of gravity balance device, and as the insects moved, the mechanisms would constantly change.
In other words, once the insects were disturbed, the mechanisms became active. This meant she could only decode the mechanisms by maintaining her clairvoyance throughout, without triggering them. Which also meant she still needed to extend the duration of her clairvoyance!
An Yan was furious. She quickly gathered her paper and pencils, then turned to Wen Ge. "Have you found the person I asked you to investigate?"
An Yan had received a text on her phone; the sender’s number was hidden. The content was about a certain big shot who had fallen into a coma due to poisoning. Famous doctors had been sought, but none could cure the poison. A promise was made that anyone who could cure the poison would receive half of that person’s wealth.
An Yan wasn’t concerned about the wealth; what she cared about was the identity of this big shot. Reportedly, eighty percent of the world’s narcotics came from him. Such an evil person—it was no wonder that even seeking medical help couldn’t be done openly and honestly.
Wen Ge nodded. "Found him. He indeed fell into a coma six months ago. The one who posted the information about the handsome reward for a doctor is his fourth wife!"