Chapter 38 My sister's illness relapses

Regarding the battle with the Heavenly Palace just now, Yun Bai felt not fear or lingering dread, but an irrepressible ecstasy.

For hadn't he been born into this world precisely to seek powerful foreign aid for his homeland?

If he could obtain military support from the Heavenly Palace, then how could the millennium-long racial war in his home Universe not be quelled?

The lost territories, the cruel massacres, the despicable plundering—all would tremble under the spiritual might of the Human Race!

Yun Bai's heart surged with emotion.

"Look up at the starry sky, keep your feet firmly on the ground." Yun Bai said to himself silently.

He continued to study that scroll of the Gouchen Technique.

It contained not only the Guiding Technique but also covered various methods such as "Attack, Defense, Evasion, Divine Sense, and Body."

During the battle in the Black Tower trial, Yun Bai deeply realized his lack of combat methods.

Faced with the opponent's endless array of magical powers, he was practically like a primitive man.

The core of the attack methods recorded in the Gouchen Technique was Thunder Dharma.

In particular, within the "Gouchen Scripture," it specifically described the Shenxiao Dharma sect, with the "Gouchen Shanggong Heavenly Emperor" as the main deity.

The supreme Thunder Dharma recorded within, the "Heavenly Emperor Incantation," had power that could be described as world-destroying, yet its requirements for the Cultivator were extremely harsh—one's Divine Sense must at least reach the "Object Control" Realm to barely glimpse its threshold.

Any slight carelessness, and the violent thunder would backlash against oneself, resulting in the ending of having one's body and Soul destroyed.

"Cultivating the 'Heavenly Emperor Incantation' also requires Divine Sense to reach 'Object Control' or above…" Yun Bai read the scripture word by word, speechless for a long while, feeling only a sense of powerlessness welling up in his heart.

The core Thunder Dharma in this Gouchen Technique was simply not something he could hope for at his current Realm!

He was unwilling to give up and began searching in the State Religion Library.

Finally, he found the "Gouchen Annotations and Commentaries" left by predecessors, where one piece of advice was like an epiphany: "For later learners whose Foundation is not yet solid, one may first choose other paths of Thunder Dharma to study, to glimpse the nature of thunder, and wait until the Divine Sense is refined before attempting the Heavenly Emperor Dao…"

Following this clue, he traced it back to its source and discovered that the "Heavenly Emperor Incantation" was actually derived from the more vast "Supreme Three Caves Divine Incantation," specifically belonging to the secret transmissions in its "Volume Ten: Incantations for Prayer, Averting Disasters, and Summoning."

He impatiently checked the relevant chapters and indeed found two Thunder Dharma techniques with slightly lower thresholds: the "Thunder-Commanding Talismanic Incantation" and the "Thunder-Raising Incantation."

The "Thunder-Commanding Talismanic Incantation" was a method for creating Thunder Talismans.

Its greatest advantage lay in the fact that it did not have high requirements for the practitioner—one did not need to be a Great Master who had immersed themselves in the Dao of Talismans for many years; one only needed to focus on studying this Talismanic Incantation itself, and once their Cultivation reached the Middle Stage of the first Realm, they could attempt to draw it.

What was even better was that the Materials needed to draw the Thunder-Commanding Talisman were extremely common; ordinary Talisman paper and cinnabar were sufficient.

Unfortunately, its power was different, and it was generally only used for apprentices to practice.

In the eyes of those high-level Talisman masters, this kind of Thunder-Commanding Talisman, which could be driven merely by basic Materials and incantations, was perhaps too crude to be worth mentioning.

But this did not in the slightest affect the astonishing practicality and reliability it demonstrated in actual combat.

A clear analogy instantly formed in Yun Bai's mind: things like the Palm Thunder Talisman and Thunder-Commanding Talisman were like homemade rustic guns and cannons—though crude, they were easy to obtain; whereas those rare Talismans meticulously drawn by Talisman Great Masters were like precise and expensive special-forces guns and cannons—they had immense power but were not usable by everyone.

"This is it!"

Yun Bai immediately took action, spreading out the yellow Talisman paper, grinding the bright red cinnabar, concentrating his mind and calming his Qi, and attempting every detail of the "Thunder-Commanding Talismanic Incantation."

"Essence of Jiao and Ji, spirits of Jia and Yi. Raise waves and inspire, let clouds and thunder rise swiftly…" The low and clear incantation resounded in the quiet room, carrying a strange rhythm.

As the incantation flowed, the Spiritual Qi within his Dantian was mobilized, turning into a warm current that surged along the Meridians of his arm to his fingertips, then injected into the pen holder he gripped tightly, and finally condensed at the tip of the pen saturated with cinnabar.

Yun Bai held his breath and focused his mind, his entire Divine Sense highly concentrated, like invisible threads guiding the pen tip.

His wrist moved steadily and nimbly, the cinnabar saturated on the pen tip winding and moving on the Talisman paper, outlining profound and complex patterns.

The prototype of the Talisman began to appear, with faint electric light faintly jumping and flickering between the brushstrokes.

Just at the moment the Talisman was about to be completed—

"Ah——!!!"

A scream, so shrill that it was completely distorted, as if a Soul were being torn apart, suddenly pierced through the heavy door of the practice room and viciously stabbed into Yun Bai's eardrums!

Yun Bai's hand holding the pen shook violently, and the faint electric light that was about to take shape on the Talisman paper instantly dissipated.

The bright red cinnabar seemed to lose all its spirituality, rapidly dimming, uncontrollably gathering on the Talisman paper, and finally solidifying into a glaring and filthy dark red bloodstain, like a scar.

"This is Qianqian's voice!" Yun Bai was greatly alarmed; it was his younger sister's scream!

His pupils contracted sharply, and he shot out like an arrow released from a bowstring.

He rushed out of the practice room and heard the sound coming from Yun Qian's study; Yun Bai took two steps in one and rushed forward, slamming the door open with a boom.

He saw that on the bed just a few steps away, Yun Qian's small body was curled into a ball, her hands tightly clutching her head, her knuckles turning white from excessive force.

She was rolling and thrashing on the bed in pain, as if something inside her skull was about to break out!

Shen Qi was also in the study at this time; seeing Yun Qian's painful appearance, she was scared out of her wits and stood frozen in place.

"Head… so painful! Brother… so painful!" Yun Qian's voice was intermittent.

Large tears, like a flood breaking through a dam, gushed out, instantly soaking the pillow and her sweat-dampened temples.

Her little face lost all color at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming like gold paper, and she had bitten deep blood marks into her lips.

"Qianqian!" Yun Bai's heart felt as if it were being fiercely gripped, and he immediately sprang up and lunged over.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with Qianqian?" Yang Peilan, who was in the courtyard, was also scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering by this sudden turn of events, and she hurriedly crowded over.

Shen Qi came back to her senses, and looking at Yun Qian's face twisted in pain and her body struggling wildly on the bed, she was completely panicked.

She wanted to hold her down but was afraid of hurting her, and in her anxiety, tears were also swirling in her eyes.

"What should we do? Brother Yun, what should we do? Quickly call a doctor! Quickly call a doctor!"

"It's useless!" Yun Bai's voice was hoarse.

He knew better than anyone.

Ever since he discovered that Yun Qian had this strange illness, he had already visited every large and small medical clinic in Chu Prefecture.

From the most renowned old physicians to the traveling doctors who roamed the streets, everyone was helpless and could only prescribe some soothing decoctions that were better than nothing, which provided no relief at all for that heart-rending headache.

"Brother…" Yun Qian finally saw her brother.

Her hands were tightly gripping her head, and her fingers, with knuckles turned white from excessive force, left shocking wounds on her skin.

The intense headache made her wish for death, yet this damned strange illness would never let her lose consciousness in this extreme pain, only forcing her to endure every second of torture in a conscious Hell!