Chapter 76: The Genius of Trash Flow
Du Sixian has been an official member of the Siye Society for three or four days now. During this time, An Qing, who was responsible for training new members, conducted a comprehensive ability test on her, and the test results…
Watching Du Sixian walk out of a testing device that looked like an iron maiden, An Qing frowned as she filled in the data on the form in her hand, saying, “Alright, this is the last test.”
“What are the test results? Can I officially participate in your operations now?” Du Sixian said excitedly, her amber eyes sparkling with anticipation.
“The test results…” An Qing hesitated, pondering for two seconds, then tactfully said, “The results are a bit delicate, so you can’t participate in operations for now.”
In An Qing’s view, the test results for Du Sixian were indeed somewhat difficult to describe. The spirit patterns had already been drawn, and with a slight infusion of spirit energy, the phantom of a plum fish appeared on her body.
From the test results, her spirit energy fluctuation intensity barely reached B-level. This level of intensity is far beyond the qualification standard for a newcomer who has just acquired spirit patterns.
But strangely, aside from a significantly improved water ability and her bodily functions being enhanced by spirit energy, she did not gain any special abilities.
This was quite contradictory.
Having only powerful, high-level spirit energy without any special abilities to utilize it is like having a high-spec computer without a driving system; it has very limited use.
According to the standards of the Siye Society, this was another failure in spirit pattern drawing.
“Delicate” is certainly not a good term.
For Du Sixian, once it involves urban legends or mysterious powers, “delicate” would imply something unfavorable, and her emotions inevitably became somewhat low.
“Qing Sister, please tell me honestly, did my spirit energy drawing fail?” Du Sixian said with a mournful face.
“Actually, it…” An Qing turned her head away, unable to meet Du Sixian’s gaze.
“Don’t lie!”
“Ah—!” An Qing withdrew her gaze, patted Du Sixian on the shoulder, and said, “Actually, it’s not that bad. Many before you have had powerful spirit energy fluctuations without any useful special abilities, but this is something that can be resolved.”
Since they had put in so much effort into making someone with potential to become a spirit ability user, the Siye Society certainly wouldn’t let them waste their talent. Those with strong bodily functions could be trained; spirit energy is not that easy to train.
Therefore, to deal with this kind of spirit ability user, the Siye Society has a series of standard spell formulas, precise spell formulas, and even taboo spell formulas for them to learn.
“Perhaps, from a certain perspective, you are still a genius!” An Qing looked at Du Sixian and suddenly remembered something, saying seriously.
In the past, similar spirit ability users like Du Sixian often possessed a series of ineffective special abilities. These special abilities, to some extent, became obstacles for them to learn standard spell formulas.
A spirit ability user like Du Sixian, who completely lacks any special abilities, is akin to a bright, clean white sheet of paper. If the right spell formulas are learned, a magnificent scroll can be painted.
“Really? In what way am I a genius?” Du Sixian tilted her head.
“Well…” An Qing examined Du Sixian up and down, seriously stating, “A genius of trash flow.”
When the first spirit ability user without special abilities appeared, they were once referred to as pseudo-spiritual ability users.
Moreover, because this type of spirit ability user’s spirit patterns lack special orientation, it is very difficult to fill in the gaps; that first pseudo-spiritual ability user was even teased as the “Trash Flow Template.”
However…
He truly was a waste and no underdog reversal or face-slapping plot happened.
The person who solved this problem was a genius who specialized in spell formulas more than a decade ago. Not only did he rectify the combat deficiencies of pseudo-spiritual ability users, but he also devised a set of enhancement plans specifically for these special spirit ability users.
If spirit patterns cannot be completed with urban legends, then complete them with spell formulas!
However, at that time, the sun had not yet shown abnormalities, the number of urban legends had not exploded, and there was no need for so many “useful” spirit ability users. Thus, the Siye Society did not place much importance on his plans; he couldn’t even become an official member.
It wasn’t until the night began to grow long that his plans were revived and promoted.
An Qing had the fortune to meet that person once, and as she recalled his figure, a smirk appeared at the corner of her mouth.
That person was the only living person she was interested in.
Looking at An Qing, Du Sixian tilted her head, and a huge question mark suddenly popped up in her mind.
A genius of… trash flow? That doesn’t sound quite right…
…
With a huge doubt in her mind, Du Sixian was led back to the office by An Qing and settled down.
After waiting in the office for a long time, An Qing walked in carrying a large, dusty leather case studded with rivets, and with a “bang!” she placed the box in front of Du Sixian.
“What is this?” Du Sixian tilted her head, casting an inquiring glance at An Qing.
An Qing slightly lifted her red lips, took out a silver key from the fitted pocket of her professional outfit, unlocked the case, lifted the lid, and pulled out a thick copper pipe intricately engraved with patterns, shaking it in front of Du Sixian.
“Standard spell formula. This entire case is basically standard equipment for every city in the Siye Society, but it’s often not needed.”
After all, there aren’t that many pseudo-spiritual ability users, and other spirit ability users don’t need to learn these. An Qing thought.
“What… is the use of this?” Du Sixian asked in confusion.
An Qing raised her eyebrows and smiled, “Once you learn these and master them, you can officially join our operations.”
Du Sixian looked at An Qing, then at the copper pipe in the case, took a deep breath, casually picked one up in her hand, shook it lightly, and unfurled a parchment that revealed a strikingly bold ink writing.
【Spell 3: Red Flame Flash…】
Having read the contents on the parchment, something within Du Sixian subtly stirred, and her eyes brightened.
Her intuition told her that she would be able to easily learn the contents of the parchment.
…
In the evening, by the time the sky was almost completely dark, Luxianbei, suffering from the discomfort of transformation interruption, finally sauntered back to the Jingyi Apartment.
This was a plan he had prepared long ago, to find an excuse to go out during the day while working with Jumeng, lingering until nightfall to return home.
Stopping at the door, Luxianbei took out his key, opened the door as usual, and casually said, “I’m back.”
“Welcome back. Would you like to eat first, or pay your tribute first?”
Upon hearing a girl’s voice emanating from inside, Luxianbei was slightly taken aback, stepping back outside to check the doorplate.
This is definitely my home, so how could…
Thoughts racing, Luxianbei suddenly snapped back to reality, shrugged his shoulders, and continued walking inside.
Times have changed; there really is a “woman” inside my home. Luxianbei thought.
Upon entering the room, Luxianbei immediately saw Jumeng sitting at the dining table. She wore a coral velvet penguin coat that she seemingly obtained from nowhere, her long, fair legs peeking out from underneath, sitting cross-legged on the chair, and holding half a gnawed duck neck in her mouth while casting him an expectant look.
“…” Luxianbei fell silent for a moment, pointed at Jumeng’s clothes and the takeout on the table, and asked, “Where did you get the money to buy these things?”
“I am a dignified deity! My believers have to offer me tributes every year, alright?” Jumeng rolled her eyes impatiently.
“You should have seen it; every year during the spring equinox, thousands of believers throw coins tied with red strings onto the peach trees to make wishes, and they put money in the merit box, and buy incense and candles from the high priest to worship—it’s quite a spectacular scene.”
“Whaaat?” Luxianbei tilted his head and said, “Did you steal the wishing coins? Don’t you have any sense of public morals?”
“What do you mean steal?” Jumeng put down the duck neck, wiped her mouth, and high-spiritedly retorted, “That was offered to me! What’s wrong with me taking it?”
Luxianbei, “…” I actually forgot about that. She’s an outdated deity, taking money from her own merit box seems reasonable?
“If you’re not convinced, go find a few believers and gather some followers! Oh, wait, you’re an ordinary human and can’t gather believers and followers, so never mind.”
Luxianbei, “…” Such a pretty girl, why does she always talk in such a strange tone?
As Luxianbei was silently complaining in his heart, Jumeng had already scooted up to him, rubbing her greasy little hands together, and said, “Pay your tribute.”
“Huh?” Luxianbei was stunned for a moment, “What is that? Let me confirm, last night you indeed changed the vow from becoming husband and wife to becoming partners, right?”
“Of course!” Jumeng affirmed, “But didn’t you say when you went out during the day? When there’s work to do, you went out for most of the day, where’s the core of the urban legend? Hand it over, quickly.”
Looking at Jumeng’s cheeky expression, Luxianbei, “…”
It looks like she’s just like a delinquent girl bullying students at the school gate for their money!
I can’t help but feel that many of your followers probably didn’t willingly give you merit money, did they?
“Is it really that easy? I’m just an ordinary person, hunting urban legends takes a lot of time.” Luxianbei said.
“Anyway, today’s job has failed. I didn’t find anything after I went, only noted down some content from that set of bamboo slips. You need to interpret it; if nothing comes of it, then it’s probably totally hopeless.”
Luxianbei said with a tone of resignation, shrugging his shoulders, but at that moment, Jumeng grabbed his wrist and brought it to her nose, sniffing.
Luxianbei, “???”
What is she doing? Does she have some special hobbies? This is kind of embarrassing.
Jumeng pressed her nose firmly to Luxianbei’s hand and took a few intense sniffs before looking him straight in the eye with a serious expression, “The bamboo residue on your finger, can you guess when it’s from?”
“From the Ming and Qing dynasties?” Luxianbei tilted his head.
“Ming and Qing? The most it could be is Qingming! Judging from the scent, it’s bamboo cut after this year’s spring equinox.” Jumeng rolled her eyes and said, “You’ve probably been fooled by your teacher; he never showed you the original.”
Luxianbei, “…” d*mn! Even city teachers lie to their students? Is there no sense of teacher morality left?
But…
Why would he lie? Could there be some hidden circumstance? Luxianbei thought, feeling a strange heaviness in his heart.
