Chapter 8: Initiation by Pouring, Power Transfer via Curse Insects

  "Doesn't this mean Master is using your lifespan to transfer power to me?"

  "This..."

  Li Guanqi looked at the old bck-robed dwarf, a look of reluctance and emotion on his face. "Master, how can this be alright?"

  "It's fine, it's fine."

  Wei Mo smiled gently. "Your aptitude is very good, a gift from Heaven. If I were to hold you back, even if I lived another year or half-year, I would surely be questioned by King Yama in the underworld."

  "Alright, let's leave it at that for now. Master needs to make some preparations for your formal cultivation."

  Wei Mo waved his hand. Countless small winged insects beneath his feet vibrated their wings, lifting the old dwarf from the table, step by step floating down and heading towards the door.

  Li Guanqi noticed that the old dwarf's left hand, which held his blood, was clenched very tightly.

  "Creak—"

  "Bang."

  The door opened, then gently closed again.

  Li Guanqi sat in the chair. Even after Wei Mo left, his face remained full of emotion.

  But in reality, his internal thoughts were...

  Damn old dwarf.

  He's just after my body.

  Yet Li Guanqi didn't even dare to show a hint of disgust.

  Because this wooden house concealed various curse insects. Li Guanqi's Tongyou talent could hear the "voices" of these "little cuties," and among the abilities he possessed from [Curse Technique Proficiency (White)], there was a method to share vision with specific curse insects.

  From this, it could be inferred that the old dwarf could definitely see his every move through the curse insects.

  So, another discrepancy with the simution had appeared.

  Or rather, the simution had simply omitted this step.

  In the simution, he ter directly ran to the house with the book collection to secretly learn curse techniques.

  But now, the first step Li Guanqi had to take was to use his Tongyou talent, which allowed him to whisper with insects, to secretly turn all these curse insects monitoring him to his side.

  "Phew—"

  Li Guanqi y on the bed, took a deep breath, and calmed his mind.

  Tongyou talent, whispering with insects.

  Soon, he heard countless whispers with unclear meanings.

  It was like early morning, half-awake, consciousness still hazy, hearing countless retives in the house, chatting and ughing cheerfully, but you just couldn't make out the specific content of their conversation.

  But Li Guanqi's consciousness was very clear at this moment.

  The reason he couldn't hear specific voices was because the insects and curse insects hidden in various corners of this house simply didn't possess clear intelligence, thus the "voices" they emitted were also vague.

  But that was better.

  Dim-witted fools were easier to control.

  "Who here has had their eyeballs plucked out by the one in bck?"

  Talent was like breathing, an innate ability. Li Guanqi silently sent out this thought to the surrounding insects.

  He possessed [Curse Technique Proficiency (White)], which included a method to share vision with curse insects called "Human-Insect Shared Vision."

  And the process of casting the Human-Insect Shared Vision technique first required plucking out one of the curse insect's eyeballs, supplemented by subsequent secret methods.

  "Me..."

  "Me..."

  "Me me me!"

  Soon, more than a dozen curse insects responded to Li Guanqi's thoughts.

  "None of you are allowed to look at me!"

  Li Guanqi's thoughts suddenly carried a trace of authority.

  "Yes."

  "Yes."

  "Yes."

  Those dozen or so curse insects immediately emitted thoughts akin to submission, compliance, and obedience.

  The Tongyou talent allowed one to whisper with insects.

  But this didn't mean making friends with insects.

  It meant being a monarch!

  A person with the Tongyou talent was like a monarch to insects. Even curse insects already subjugated by a sorcerer through blood contract would unconditionally obey the command of a "Child of Tongyou."

  Of course, Li Guanqi guessed there must be limits.

  He probably couldn't control those higher-level curse insects so easily.

  "Alright, you can look at me now. Go about your business."

  Li Guanqi issued another command, then got up from the bed.

  Leaving the house to secretly learn curse techniques in the library wasn't the right time yet.

  Besides, even if he secretly learned curse techniques, he couldn't practice them.

  Because he had no spiritual power left in his body...

  The [Communicate with the Netherworld (Purple)] talent caused his body to naturally possess a tiny bit of spiritual power.

  After coming out of the simutor, due to excessive excitement, he kept using spiritual power for telekinesis, and ended up exhausting the already scarce spiritual power in his body within two minutes.

  Then he discovered this stuff wasn't automatically generated!

  Spiritual power required cultivation to obtain.

  But his [Curse Technique Proficiency (White)] ability only taught him a dozen or so curse techniques; they were "techniques" (术, shù), not "methods" (法, fǎ).

  He only knew how to use spiritual power to cast curse techniques.

  But the "method" that could cultivate spiritual power, he didn't know yet.

  He had to wait for the old dwarf Wei Mo to teach him.

  If he didn't teach him, then he would wait a couple of days until Wei Mo let his guard down, then sneak into the library to find this cultivation method.

  ...Reality really is reality.

  Li Guanqi couldn't help but feel emotional.

  During the simution, he didn't have to worry about these things, but in the real supernatural world he was experiencing firsthand, everything required caution, step by step pnning, with no room for error.

  Half an hour ter.

  "Creak—"

  The door was pushed open.

  The old bck-robed dwarf walked in slowly, carrying a wooden bowl. He floated up into the air and pced the wooden bowl on the table.

  Seeing this, a strange glint fshed in Li Guanqi's eyes.

  This pce definitely isn't this old thing's permanent residence, maybe not even Wei Mo's own. Otherwise, these tables, chairs, beds, etc., wouldn't be made to normal human specifications.

  Normal human specifications were extremely inconvenient for Wei Mo's height of less than 1.2m.

  "Disciple."

  Wei Mo smiled at Li Guanqi, pointing to the wooden bowl on the table. "Come drink it. Inside is three days' worth of Master's cultivation. After you drink it, Master can infuse ten days' cultivation into the next bowl.

  Following this pattern, the more you drink, the higher your cultivation will become. After two months, you will possess Master's eighty years of cultivation."

  "Thank you, Mas... ter."

  Li Guanqi walked to the table, his expression couldn't help but stiffen.

  The wooden bowl was filled to the brim with purple viscous liquid, and countless live small white insects were wriggling and swimming in it. He could even hear the joyful emotions of those insects.

  Not only that, but as soon as he got close, a foul stench filled with the smell of blood assaulted his nostrils, making him gag, his face turning ugly.

  "Sorcerers always have to go through this step. You'll get used to it if you endure it."

  Wei Mo smiled warmly. "Although Master taught you not to eat others' curse insects, there are always exceptions to everything, like now. Master is not someone else; Master is your master. Giving you curse insects to eat is for transferring power to you."

  "Yes, yes, thank you, Master."

  Li Guanqi's brows furrowed tightly as he braced himself and picked up the wooden bowl.

  He closed his eyes, pinched his nose with his left hand, and with his right hand, directly poured the purple viscous liquid along with the countless small white insects from the wooden bowl into his mouth all at once. He chewed vigorously, and the crushed small insects immediately burst, filling his mouth.