Speaking of Science in a Supernatural Livestream 48

Chapter 48: Knows a Little Bit (Part 1)

“Gu Changning? Didn’t she go into seclusion a few years ago to prepare for her advancement to ten-coin? Is she out? If so, even the few of us together can’t be her examiner,” the last to arrive, Chairman Yan Chuan of the Tianshu branch, said, leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed, his posture very improper.

A few years ago, Gu Changning had suddenly said that she had received guidance from a senior expert in a dream and was going into seclusion to break through to ten-coin.

She herself was already a senior among the current Xuan Masters. No one knew who the senior expert she was talking about was. There were even rumors that it was the founder of the Dao, Yun Zaiqing.

“It’s not that senior,” Shen Lan said, seeming to have recovered. “It’s a… young person with a special identity.”

Shen Lan didn’t quite dare to call Sang Jing ‘little sister’ anymore.

“A young person with a special identity?” Yan Chuan was unimpressed. “How special?”

She wanted to know what kind of special identity could make six Xuanmen chairmen and one vice-chairman assess her together.

Shen Lan said weakly, “She can summon soul-reaping emissaries.”

Yan Chuan’s swinging foot stopped. Her first reaction was disbelief. “You’re…”

“Yan Zi,” Hua Changge, who was beside Yan Chuan, patted her leg, signaling her to watch her words.

So Yan Chuan’s words took a sharp turn. “Talking nonsense, aren’t you?”

“Even Gu Changning wouldn’t dare to say she can summon soul-reaping emissaries,” Yan Chuan said, very disbelieving.

“It’s true,” Fan Yin said, raising her hand. “We all saw it last night. Chairman Chu and Vice-Chairman Tan can also testify.”

Hua Changge had also been a little disbelieving, but hearing Fan Yin mention Chu Minghua and Tan Wei, she frowned. Tan Wei was known for being serious and proper and didn’t seem like the type to joke around with Shen Lan. Moreover, there was also Chu Minghua, the current head of the Chu family. Who wouldn’t have to bow their head when they saw her? It was even more impossible for her to fool around with a junior.

So, the matter of summoning the soul-reaping emissaries, Hei and Bai Wuchang, had really happened in front of them. No wonder the three of them looked like their souls had left their bodies this morning.

The three people who hadn’t seen the famous scene last night looked at Chu Minghua one by one, waiting for her to speak.

Chu Minghua took a breath and dropped a bombshell. “Her teacher is Ji Zhi.”

The conference room fell silent. There were few breaths left.

After a while, someone asked hesitantly, “Which Ji Zhi?”

“The one on the first page of the Xuanmen family tree.”

This was too outrageous. This was as outrageous as Yun Zaiqing giving Gu Changning guidance in a dream.

Yan Chuan couldn’t hold it in. She put down her legs and stood up directly. “The founder of the Ghost Dao???”

After her shock, Hua Changge quickly calmed down. “Have you confirmed her identity?”

Tan Wei took out Sang Jing’s registration form and passed it to the others on the table.

Zhu Yun, the chairman of the Kaiyang branch who had been silent all along, looked thoughtful after reading the registration form, then passed it to Hua Changge.

Yan Chuan leaned over to look with Hua Changge.

In the teacher column, Yan Chuan saw a crossed-out line. “136th Special Investigation Team? She’s a member of the Special Investigation Team?”

“She can also be from the Xuanmen,” Shen Lan smiled. “I’ve already asked Wei Qingyun. Sang Jing hasn’t officially joined the Special Investigation Team yet. She’s just a consultant in name. We still have a chance.”

“Oh~” Yan Chuan understood her meaning. “Poaching people.”

After reading it, Hua Changge said, “Are you concluding that her teacher is Ji Zhi just based on a registration form?”

Yan Chuan chimed in, “That’s right. There’s no proof.”

“How can this kind of thing be proven? Unless that person admits it herself. But who can invite that person?” Tan Wei didn’t dare to directly call the founder of the Ghost Dao by her name. “I’ve seen Sang Jing make a move twice. Not to mention the Ghost Master skills of dotting the eyes to give life and the puppet thread, even in formations and talisman techniques, she has the strength of a seven-coin Celestial Master.”

“She also knows some forbidden arts that have long been sealed. In addition, she can directly summon soul-reaping emissaries to do things. I can’t think of any Xuan Master in the current generation who can teach such a student.”

“A Celestial Master?” Yan Chuan looked at the registration form again and saw the category Sang Jing was being assessed for. “But if her teacher is Ji Zhi, she should also be taking the Ghost Master’s test. Why is she taking the Celestial Master’s test?”

Tan Wei didn’t understand this point either. But Sang Jing was indeed raising a ghost now, but it wasn’t like she and Ah Qing could communicate through metaphysical arts and work together. The relationship between Sang Jing and Xie Yu was more like simply raising, feeding and providing for her.

“I’ve seen that ancestor before.”

As soon as Chu Minghua spoke, the others’ gazes all turned to her.

“I was still young at that time. At my little aunt’s funeral, she came with the ghost she was raising to take my little aunt down.”

“It is recorded in the old history of the Xuanmen that the ancestor once returned to the world in the form of an un-decaying bone a hundred years ago and solved a great disaster. At that time, the Special Investigation Team had just been established and was not on good terms with the Xuanmen. My little aunt was dissatisfied with the regulations of the Xuanmen at that time and went to the Special Investigation Team to be a team leader. She had spent some time with that ancestor.”

“In the notes my little aunt left behind, it was mentioned that after the ancestor Ji Zhi died and entered Fengdu, she disappeared in the River of Forgetfulness. And the ghost she was raising was taken away by the founder of the Dao, Yun Zaiqing. The founder of the Dao passed on all her lifelong learning to that ghost. Later, when the ancestor Ji Zhi returned to the world, that ghost passed on what the founder of the Dao had taught her to the ancestor Ji Zhi.”

“If Sang Jing is really the student of the ancestor Ji Zhi, then she can also be considered to have inherited the mantle of the founder of the Dao.”

So taking the Celestial Master’s test was not a problem.

After Chu Minghua finished speaking, the conference room fell into a strange silence.

“Knock, knock, knock—”

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

“Chairman Chu, Sang Jing has arrived.”

*

Sang Jing knew that last night was just to test her depth, and today was the real assessment. But she hadn’t expected—

There were seven examiners today.

When the seven examiners came in, even though Sang Jing had prepared herself, she was still shocked.

Xie Yu, attached to the small paper effigy, was still bouncing on the table. Being stared at by seven wolf-like gazes, she immediately shot back into Sang Jing’s arms.

Yan Chuan sat directly beside Sang Jing and stared at her without blinking. “Is your teacher Ji Zhi?”

“Yes.”

“How can you prove it?”

“…?”

How to prove it?

Sang Jing raised her hand and touched the red string around her neck. On the red string was a peace talisman her teacher had given her.

A Xuan Master’s talisman often carried the person’s own qi.

But her teacher had said not to use this talisman unless it was absolutely necessary.

Sang Jing thought for a moment and then put her hand down. “Isn’t today’s assessment? It has nothing to do with my teacher, does it?”

“Yan Zi, come back,” Hua Changge glanced at Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan shrugged and swayed back to her seat opposite.

Before the assessment began, they had to confirm the content of the assessment, which was based on the candidate’s scope of learning.

Among the seven examiners, only Tan Wei was a Ghost Master, a level-seven Ghost Master. After witnessing Sang Jing’s strength, she had set Sang Jing at seven-coin.

And last night, Chu Minghua and Shen Lan had seen Sang Jing’s formations and talisman techniques, and Fan Yin often watched Sang Jing’s livestreams and had seen her divination abilities.

“Dotting the eyes to give life, puppet thread, talisman formations, divination…” Yan Chuan looked up and murmured, “She hasn’t gone crazy?”

In the past, there had also been talented young people who were greedy and wanted to learn everything. In the end, they were sent to a mental hospital. The key was that that person hadn’t learned as much as Sang Jing.

Shen Lan looked at her and smiled, squinting her eyes. “Maybe there are still surprises.”

Hua Changge looked at Sang Jing and asked, “Spiritual medicine, have you learned it?”

A doctor treated illnesses and saved people; a spiritual doctor treated the soul.

Sang Jing said very modestly, “I know a little bit.”

Yan Chuan didn’t believe it. “Puppetry, have you learned it?”

This was a niche specialty. Because the ability was all displayed on the puppets they made, it didn’t show how powerful the Xuan Master themselves was, so few people would learn it.

Sang Jing smiled at her, still modest. “I know a little bit.”

Yan Chuan: “…”

What kind of person is this?

Zhu Yun majored in formations. Hearing Shen Lan say that Sang Jing had used the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams formation to trap a ghost last night, she didn’t ask her.

In the end, only Chu Minghua’s magical artifact refining was left.

Yan Chuan finally saw Sang Jing shake her head. She let out a long sigh.

Fortunately, not all the chairmen were completely defeated.

Because the candidate was special, the written test part was skipped, and the assessment was conducted one-on-one.

The first was talisman techniques, with examiner Shen Lan.

“I know you can form a talisman with one stroke, and your ability to control talismans is also very strong. Let’s go straight to the last step,” Shen Lan said, taking out a talisman she had prepared long ago. “Modify the talisman.”

With that, Shen Lan turned over an hourglass. There were markings on the hourglass. If Sang Jing could successfully modify her talisman within the first marking, then Sang Jing’s talisman skills were above seven-coin. If she finished below the marking, her talisman skills had reached seven-coin. If she couldn’t successfully modify it before the hourglass ran out, then they would have to change the assessment method. But Shen Lan had never thought that Sang Jing would not succeed. She only wanted to see how much time she could pass.

When Sang Jing got the talisman, it didn’t take long for her to find the starting and ending points of this talisman. She then copied this talisman with one stroke on the side.

Shen Lan: “…”

It’s fine. Her teacher is Ji Zhi. It’s to be expected.

In the end, before reaching the marking, Sang Jing had modified Shen Lan’s talisman three times and handed it to her.

“Um… in the past, my teacher often had me modify her talismans.”

At the very beginning, it would take Sang Jing three months to modify one talisman. Later, she gradually became proficient and shortened the time. Now, she could modify one talisman a day.

Shen Lan took the three modified talismans, turned her head, and left this sad place.

Turning right out of the door and arriving at the conference room, Yan Chuan almost choked on a mouthful of water when she saw Shen Lan. “Didn’t you just go?”

Shen Lan slapped the talismans on the table. “Whoever says her teacher is not Ji Zhi again, I’ll be the first to disagree.”

She could only accept that Sang Jing’s teacher was Ji Zhi. If it were anyone else, she would go and jump into a river.

Shen Lan covered her face. “I should have called Wei Qingyun.”

Wei Qingyun, like her, also cultivated talisman techniques and was the only eight-coin Celestial Master in the Special Investigation Team.

“That’s not right. She majors in formations. Why was I the first? It should be Zhu Yun,” Shen Lan said, directly appointing the next examiner. “Quick, quick, Zhu Yun, go. I’d like to see how strong her formations can be.”

Tan Wei was a little glad that Sang Jing was not taking the Ghost Master’s test. Otherwise, she would be the first one to be rubbed on the ground now.

“What!? She majors in formations!!?” Yan Chuan’s voice cracked.

Shen Lan was probably going to advance to eight-coin soon, and Sang Jing could still modify her three talismans in such a short time. Her talisman skills were probably already at eight-coin. And now she was saying that Sang Jing majored in formations!?

Yan Chuan was about to leave. “Sorry, I have something to do. My cat ran away.”

She had a premonition that Sang Jing’s “knows a little bit” might not be a little bit, but a lot.

Hua Changge reached out and pressed her down. “It’s fine. Think about who her teacher is.”

Yan Chuan was on the verge of a breakdown. “But she herself is a pervert, right?”

Even if her teacher was that person, not everyone could learn to be like Sang Jing.

The eighteen martial arts of the Xuanmen, she was proficient in all of them.

Formations and talismans were similar. The biggest test of a Xuan Master’s level was to modify a formation.

Zhu Yun went.

…

Zhu Yun came back.