Dell's eyes widened.
Chen Zhao also looked at Faith in surprise.
However, Fisher fell into the water after using it once and couldn't sustain the mana consumption for a second time.
Little Gerlyn watched from the side. She tilted her head in confusion.
Chen Zhao had to admit that Faith's talent surprised him.
After all, Faith didn't even know the incantation.
Just from Chen Zhao's demonstration, she could use 70% of it.
Chen Zhao looked at Faith and then at Dell.
Dell's face was bright red. He climbed out of the water with his wet clothes.
Faith was almost two years old. She was much taller than little Gerlyn.
Logically speaking, the two requirements to become a spiritualist were either the Tribulation of Life and Death or a natural bloodline.
But Faith was neither. She didn't have a natural bloodline or a Tribulation of Life and Death, but she just had magic.
Chen Zhao suspected that he'd used the Pristine Eyeball to replace Faith's original eyes and the Pristine Eyeball had mutated, giving Faith magic.
But normal people could only gain vision with the Pristine Eyeball. Only a special bloodline could make the Pristine Eyeball mutate.
This meant that Faith probably had a special bloodline. It hadn't been awakened yet, but the Pristine Eyeball had still changed in her.
But Faith was still too young. Her magic was very weak.
Dell and Faith stayed until the night. They didn't leave until after dinner.
As for the Dragonfly's Touch on the Water, Dell couldn't learn it no matter what.
"Faith, how did you learn the Pristine Eyeball?" Dell asked as he drove.
"I can see the magic flowing in Uncle Chen's body," Faith, who was sitting in the passenger seat, replied.
"You … can see it?"
"Yes," Faith said, pointing at her eyes.
Dell remembered that Faith had been born blind, but she'd recovered her vision because of Chen Zhao's treatment.
Was it because of Chen Zhao's treatment that Faith's vision could see more than normal people?
"Then you can see Dad's magic too, right?"
"Yes, I can. The magic in Dad's body is like a little earthworm."
"What about your Uncle Chen?"
"Faith can't see everything. She can only see Uncle when he uses magic. But Uncle is definitely stronger than you, because when he uses magic, he has several times more magic than you do. It's like there's a snake the size of Raymond flowing through your body."
Dell pouted. "Okay, your Uncle Chen is the best, okay?"
"Where's your own magic, Faith?"
"My mana is also a little earthworm," Faith said with a pout.
…
Chen Zhao, on the other hand, started looking through Qingyi Sect's books at home.
He wanted to see if there were any spells that were suitable for him and that he had missed out on.
Starting from Xiangliu Qingyi, the Green Robes Sect had been passed down for a thousand years. After dozens of generations, it didn't just leave behind Xiangliu Qingyi's techniques; there were also many techniques left behind by the later sages. Many of these techniques were similar or similar.
Most of them were useless to him, at least not in actual combat.
There was another important reason why Chen Zhao had accepted Li Qing's request to look after the Qingyi Sect's records. Many of the Qingyi Sect's spells could be used in medicine.
This was also the type that Chen Zhao was most interested in.
Some of the Qingyi Sect's spells were also very similar to Chen Zhao's own abilities.
For example, the advanced version of Needle Thread, Countless Threads, could turn the thin strands of magic into thousands of strands and spread them out. They could restrain or kill the enemy directly.
However, this spell was similar to Dark Lava. The difference was that Dark Lava could be seen, while Countless Threads was made of magic and couldn't be seen.
Countless Threads wasn't completely useless. For example, it could control certain things, such as sword-riding.
The effect was similar to Rhythmic Sword-Riding. It could be said to be a weaker version of it.
Rhythmic Sword-Riding could allow the weapons Chen Zhao controlled to have close to his own speed and attack power.
However, the weapons controlled by Countless Threads weren't as powerful. After all, weapons controlled by magic strands couldn't have tens or even hundreds of tons of destructive power when swung.
Chen Zhao suddenly felt that Countless Threads wasn't so useless. At least it was very good at group attacks.
Chen Zhao felt that Countless Threads' control of weapons far exceeded Rhythmic Sword-Riding.
If he controlled a thousand swords and released them at the same time, he could indeed have a group attack effect.
Moreover, what Chen Zhao lacked the most was group attacks.
Chen Zhao entered the River Map to find Old Turtle.
"Old Turtle, help me get a thousand stone swords."
"Your Rhythmic Sword-Riding can control a thousand stone swords?"
"It's not Rhythmic Sword-Riding. I thought of another move." Chen Zhao told Old Turtle his idea.
"But this way, the power of a single sword will be far weaker than Rhythmic Sword-Riding."
"I know. This move isn't for a single powerful enemy. It's for a large number of enemies."
"Okay." Old Turtle made a thousand stone swords for Chen Zhao.
For Old Turtle, it was a piece of cake.
Soon, a thousand stone swords were placed before Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao started using Countless Threads. Magic strands wrapped around the swords and lifted them.
But some swords were lifted and some fell.
It was too difficult to lift a thousand stone swords neatly, let alone control them to attack the enemy.
Chen Zhao tried again. It was the same situation.
Chen Zhao's control was far from being able to control a thousand stone swords at the same time.
After dozens of attempts, Chen Zhao finally lifted a thousand stone swords at the same time, but the effect wasn't good. The thousand stone swords collided with each other. Before they even attacked, they started fighting each other.
Old Turtle looked at Chen Zhao with interest. He didn't give any advice.
To Old Turtle, Chen Zhao was like a kid in kindergarten.
Chen Zhao wasn't discouraged. He'd just had this idea.
For Chen Zhao, he couldn't use any spell or spell right away.
It was just a concept, an immature concept.
A spell that matched one's abilities had to be tried dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of times.
He was constantly improving, and at the same time, he was constantly in the process of familiarizing himself with it.
Chen Zhao didn't expect to succeed in a few tries.
Chen Zhao planned to get used to lifting a thousand stone swords with Countless Threads first. The rest would come later.
Lift, put down, lift, put down …
Chen Zhao kept practicing these two movements.
If ten wasn't enough, he would do a hundred. If a hundred wasn't enough, he would do a thousand. If a thousand wasn't enough, he would do ten thousand.
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