016 Uncle and Aunt (asking for votes)

  A single word can be overwhelming, with a strong momentum that seems to control everything, completely different from the previous simple and arrogant tone.

  "Is this kind of plateau the real plateau?" Qi Hui felt a little melancholy, the starting line of the plateau was about to make him struggle for decades to catch up!

  "What did Gaoshi say in his letter?" Liu Qingyun asked curiously.

  "Just you wait and see how I'll humiliate Jiang He, then you'll know." Qi Hui said with a smile.

  Liu Qingyun asked in puzzlement: "What's so secretive about that? When are we going to the Wild Maple Forest?"

  "Of course, the faster the better. However, High Master said that those spirit stones are not only for our use, but also for us to find external help." With just one word, Qi Kei guessed High Yuan's intention. They were originally of the same kind anyway.

  "No need, after we take these two elixirs, our cultivation will surpass Jiang He, just the two of us will be enough, and we can also save some spirit stones." Liu Qingyun said in confusion.

  "Following High Master, are you still worried that there won't be any spiritual stones in the future? For now, let's just focus on completing the tasks assigned by High Master. I'll go find some helpers." Qi Piao said.

  "Ah, Qi Shixiong, is there anything I can help you with?" Liu Qingyun asked.

  "Of course." Zhi Kai smiled and nodded, saying nothing more.

  In three days, Jiang He had thoroughly flipped through the intermediate spirit symbol in his hand. Although the intermediate spirit symbol was more complex than the low-grade spirit symbol, Jiang He could see it clearly, but unfortunately, his own cultivation was too low to draw it.

  "If I were to exchange the spiritual stone for the special silk paper myself, it would definitely attract attention from others. If someone is blinded by interest and comes to rob Wild Maple Forest, it wouldn't be good." Jiang He was worried in his heart, feeling a bit troubled, not knowing how to exchange the spiritual stone in his hand.

  "That self-cultivating senior brother is actually not bad. If there's really no other way, I can only find him. It's just that I don't know when he'll be able to come." Jiang had an idea.

  The days in the wild maple forest, no one disturbed him. Jiang He was able to focus on drawing talismans wholeheartedly. He picked up a branch and drew stroke by stroke on the ground in front of the door. He wasn't drawing spirit talismans, but just casual scribbles. Those intermediate-level spirit talismans had added new scribbles.

  These strokes contain unspeakable mysteries, as if each stroke is in harmony with a rule in the universe, making it extremely difficult to paint. If Jiang He uses cinnabar brush, it will become the medium connecting these strokes and rules, producing spiritual power within these strokes.

  The mysterious feeling made Jiang He immerse himself in the freehand brush painting, Jiang He closed his eyes and relied solely on his own feelings to wield the brush on the ground.

  The sky gradually darkened, a gentle breeze picked up, and the wild maple leaves floated down from the book, covering the ground with a layer of leaves, reminding Jiang He that it was time to sweep.

  The sound of "rustling" came from the depths of the wild maple forest, and Jiang He suddenly caught it when he was in a state of quiet contemplation. At that moment, his hearing had expanded many times over as he became absorbed in drawing symbols.

  "Someone's coming." Jiang He opened his eyes to find that the sky had already darkened. "Coming at this time, could it be that the Blood Alliance members are fighting in the Wild Maple Forest as Zhang Shixiong said?" Jiang He entered the house and didn't want to bother with it. From his previous state, he had a deeper understanding of these mid-level spirit symbols and needed some time to digest them.

  However, a few minutes later, the rustling sound came from outside the hut, and those people rushed straight to Jianghe's hut.

  Qingteng Peak, Su Yun Palace was where Elder Zhou Su Yun resided. The sky had already darkened, but Zhou Su Yun still seriously looked at the spiritual symbols handed over by these disciples.

  One after another, they only frowned. The foundation of these disciples was too poor, let alone the second-order spiritual symbol, even the first-order spiritual symbol was drawn with lines that were clumsy and awkward, the structure was messy and the spirit was scattered, whether it could be successful or not depended on luck.

  "These inner disciples are already like this, let alone the outer disciples. No wonder some people say that the success rate of spiritual symbol drawing in the immortal world is only two or three out of ten. At this level, it's already good if one-tenth of the symbols can be drawn successfully." Zhou Suyun felt a bit tired. Looking at the remaining five or six pages that she hadn't read yet, she suddenly lost interest in continuing to read on.

  "It's time for me to go eat too." Zhou Suyun muttered to herself.

  The knocking sound "dang dang" rang out.

  "Who is it?" asked Zhou Suyun.

  "Sister-in-law, it's me." A gentle voice came over.

  "Come in, Wen Hao." A man pushed open the door and walked in. It was indeed Lan Wen Hao. From their forms of address, it seemed that they were sister-in-law and younger brother-in-law to each other.

  Looking at the serious-looking young uncle in front of her, Zhou Suyun furrowed her brow and said: "Wen Hao, I was just looking for you. Why haven't you handed over your Ling symbol?"

  Lan Wenhao smiled and said: "Sister-in-law, I was preparing a second-level spiritual symbol, so it's late, but it's not because of my identity that I'm deliberately dragging it out."

  "Oh, a second-order spirit symbol? Wen Hao, your symbol-drawing skills have improved again?" Zhou Suyun's face lit up with joy: "Quickly hand it over, let me take a look."

  Lan Wenhao didn't say much, and took out a talisman from his storage bag. The talisman had a refreshing aura of water spirit energy that made one feel invigorated. However, after Zhou Suyun took a look at it, her expression turned gloomy again. She asked: "Lan Wenhao, how many times did you try before succeeding?"

  "Fifteenth time." Lan Wenhao surprisingly didn't laugh again, but instead had a cautious look on his face.

  Seeing the look on Lan Wen Hao's face, Zhou Su Yun couldn't help but smile and say "Forget it, with your level of skill, being able to draw a second-order spiritual symbol is already quite diligent. However, drawing spiritual symbols relies entirely on comprehension, you can't understand or feel the subtleties in the lines of the symbol, all you can do is imitate, and what comes out will be completely lacking in spirituality."

  "Yes, this spiritual symbol is indeed too demanding on people. Only those freaks can draw it well. Besides, this isn't mainstream anyway. Wen Hao's level among the disciples taught by Auntie is already considered mid-to-high level, so he won't embarrass Auntie." Blue Wen Hao comforted.

  "Hmm, what you said makes sense. It's easy to find talented cultivators, but good Spirit Symbol Masters are hard to come by." Zhou Suyun sighed: "Originally, I wanted to pick out a promising Spirit Symbol Master from these symbols for your Qingye Alliance, but they're all not up to par."

  "Thank you for your trouble, sister. Qingye Shixiong has also selected some from other schools, and we should be able to find a promising Lingfu master." Lan Wenhao said with emotion.

  "I've just got a few more to finish, wait for me and we'll go eat together." Zhou Suyun said, continuing to pick up the remaining talismans.

  "This hydrotherapy symbol is a bit strange?" Zhou Suyun said suddenly after sitting down for a while.

  "What's wrong, sister?" Blue Wen Hao was also looking at the Ling symbol that Zhou Su Yun had already seen, and he raised his head to ask.

  "Look, this hydrotherapy symbol has simple and beautiful lines, but it's different from the ones left in the sect. Many of the broken parts are connected together, and as a whole, it seems to be drawn with one stroke, it's hard to imagine." As she said that, even Zhou Suyun herself was shocked.

  "Then, according to Sister's meaning, this person has the potential to become a Spirit Symbol Master?" Lan Wenhao exclaimed in surprise.

  "It's not potential, but already the standard of a spiritual symbol master." Zhou Suyun was more and more shocked as she looked on, never expecting that in her own school, there would actually be a high-ranking spiritual symbol expert.

  "What's your name?"

  "Jiang He." Zhou Suyun felt somewhat unfamiliar with this name.

  "It's actually him!" Lan Wenhao said in surprise.

  "What's this, Wen Hao, you know him?" Zhou Suyun asked in surprise.

  Lan Wenhao smiled and said: "Yes, sister-in-law. I'm afraid I won't be able to have dinner with you today. I have something to do with Li Changlao about this Jiang He."

  "Alright then, you can go."

  Lan Wenhao hastily left, and Zhou Suyun sighed: "You two brothers are really alike, your own career is more important than anything else."

  "Jiang He, come out quickly." Outside Jiang He's house stood five people, the first two of whom were surprisingly Liu Qingyun and Qi Hui.

  Lau Ching Wan and Chi Hoi were disciples of another school, which was separated from the So Yuen School by a wild maple forest. The students of both schools did not often come and go between each other.

  Feeling the five auras outside, Jiang He didn't worry in his heart. The auras of these five people weren't strong, and he could completely handle them. It's just that he couldn't think of anyone who would come looking for trouble with him at this time.

  Hearing it was Liu Qingyun's voice, Jiang He couldn't help but laugh. Before he even had a chance to go find them, they had already delivered themselves to his doorstep.

  "Liu Qingyun, Qi Kai, you two good-for-nothings, bringing three more good-for-nothings to find me, are you looking for a beating?" Jiang He walked out, looking at the few people, his voice full of disdain and pity.