Speaking of Science in a Supernatural Livestream 49

Chapter 49: Knows a Billion Bits (Part 2)

Yan Chuan had always felt that those who studied formations were a bit withdrawn, and the more they studied, the more withdrawn they became. Just look at Zhu Yun. If she wasn’t forced to speak, she probably wouldn’t communicate with anyone for ten days or half a month.

Her love for studying formations had reached the point of obsession.

After Zhu Yun came back, it was the first time Yan Chuan had seen a tearful expression on her face.

“Are, are you alright?” Yan Chuan handed her a tissue.

Zhu Yun’s face was tense. After a moment of silence, she blurted out, “I want to become her disciple!”

Yan Chuan’s mouth fell open.

It… it can’t be that bad, can it?

“Rounding up, I can also learn the founder of the Dao’s formations. This is the greatest fortune of my life,” Zhu Yun said, her eyes not filled with the despair of having her formation broken and modified, but with the anticipation and desire to learn the founder of the Dao’s formations from Sang Jing in the future.

With that, she turned her head and began to look at the formation Sang Jing had just modified. She would study it thoroughly, and then she could use this to become her disciple!

Yan Chuan: “…”

Yan Chuan looked at the remaining people. “Who’s next?”

Hua Changge stood up. “I’ll go.”

Yan Chuan also wanted to go. “I want to see too.”

Hua Changge: “That’s perfect. After I’m done with the assessment, it’s your turn.”

Yan Chuan sat back down. “Goodbye, Sister Hua.”

Besides Chu Minghua, Hua Changge was the second eight-coin Celestial Master among the seven chairmen of the Xuanmen. Spiritual medicine was not something everyone could cultivate. It depended on talent, courage, and a pair of skilled hands. A slight mistake could lead to the soul dissipating and adding sins to oneself.

Hua Changge sat opposite the candidate.

Sang Jing smiled and nodded at the examiner. “My spiritual medicine skills are not that good.”

Hua Changge raised an eyebrow. “You haven’t said this to every examiner, have you?”

First, be modest, then rub the examiner on the ground.

Sang Jing blinked her eyes. “No, I’m not good at everything. I’m really not good at spiritual medicine.”

Hua Changge: “…”

If she were good at everything, it would be a disaster. Just this was enough to scare a group of people to death. If Chairman Chu hadn’t said some things, they would have probably thought it was the founder of the Dao possessing her.

“Come on, let me see your hands,” Hua Changge said.

Sang Jing held out her hands.

Hua Changge held her wrist and lifted her hand. Her fingers were even and slender, with just the right amount of flesh. There were only some thin calluses between her fingers from years of folding paper and holding a brush.

A spiritual doctor’s hands could not have calluses. Hua Changge temporarily believed her words. As Yan Chuan had said, this person was a pervert. She couldn’t be judged by the standards of an ordinary Xuan Master.

“I heard you have an evil spirit,” Hua Changge said, releasing her wrist. “Let it out. Give it a face for me to see.”

Sang Jing released the evil spirit and looked at Hua Changge. “I don’t have a knife.”

It was indeed their mistake not to have prepared the examination tools. After all, no one had expected Sang Jing to be so well-rounded, almost one against seven.

“Wait a moment,” Hua Changge said, going out to find a knife for Sang Jing.

Taking the knife, Sang Jing began to give the evil spirit a face. To see the effect, it was best to compare it with a real person. There were only two people and one ghost in this room.

After a moment of hesitation, Sang Jing decisively chose Xie Yu’s face.

Seeing her make the cut, Hua Changge asked softly, “Don’t you need a reference?”

Sang Jing: “No need. My memory is quite good.”

Hua Changge’s lips twitched.

She didn’t know if she was being genuinely modest or doing it on purpose. For a spiritual doctor to be able to make a cut directly was more than just “good.”

Slowly, the evil spirit began to have eyebrows, eyes, a nose, and a mouth. The facial features were gradually completed, but the eyes were closed.

The small paper effigy, Xie Yu, looked at the evil spirit with her own face and asked, “Why is it mine?”

When Sang Jing was choosing Xie Yu’s face, she had already thought of how to answer her. “Because you’re pretty.”

The small paper effigy’s chin visibly lifted, then it turned its back, bent over, and covered its mouth, as if it were laughing.

“…”

Hua Changge: “This is an assessment. Please be respectful.”

Half an hour later, Hua Changge carefully examined the evil spirit’s face, then had Xie Yu come out of the small paper effigy. She compared the one evil spirit and one ghost.

“Why are the evil spirit’s eyes closed?” Hua Changge asked.

Sang Jing replied, “Eyes can speak. I only need one pair of such eyes by my side.”

Xie Yu, at the side, raised her hand and covered her heart.

When did the reserved person become so good with words?

Hua Changge: “…”

Tsk. If it weren’t for Sang Jing’s serious expression, she would have thought it was a confession.

Hua Changge returned to the next room. Yan Chuan eagerly came over, as if expecting her to be rubbed on the ground like Shen Lan and Zhu Yun.

“How was it, how was it?”

“Her hands are very steady, bold and meticulous. She has learned it, but she’s not as proficient as with talismans and formations. Her level is at seven-coin,” Hua Changge said, pressing her temples. This was already a very terrifying existence. Before today, she had never dared to imagine that someone could have the level of a seven-coin spiritual doctor after learning so many metaphysical arts.

Yan Chuan’s eyes lit up. Sang Jing had said she knew a little bit about spiritual medicine and a little bit about puppetry. It seemed she wouldn’t be rubbed on the ground either.

Without waiting for the next examiner to be chosen, Yan Chuan had already rushed out.

Hua Changge watched her retreating back and smiled.

Did this person forget that puppetry was actually an extension of the Ghost Master lineage? Who was Sang Jing’s teacher? The founder of the Ghost Dao. How could her Ghost Dao skills be bad?

Hua Changge had seen that evil spirit just now. It hadn’t struggled at all. That evil spirit had even had other masters before. Sang Jing had directly erased the previous master’s mark and then dotted its eyes to give it life.

Sure enough, a moment later, Yan Chuan came back with a dejected look on her face, her small puppet following behind her.

Shen Lan laughed at her. “You’re back so soon? Oh my, was it even five minutes?”

Yan Chuan looked up and glared at her, then gave her two middle fingers.

“Sister Hua, this is a scammer. Didn’t she say she only knew a little bit about spiritual medicine and puppetry?” Yan Chuan slumped over the table, ruffling her hair into a mess, then tilted her head to look at Hua Changge. “Why was yours a little bit, and mine a billion bits?”

Hua Changge took out her small puppet and flicked its forehead. “Because you’re a fool.”

Yan Chuan thought she was talking about the puppet and even agreed with her. “Yes, it’s a fool!”

With that, Yan Chuan suddenly sat up straight and looked at Tan Wei. “Tan Wei, you’re next.”

“I’m not going,” Tan Wei said, planning to sit dead in her chair. “I’m a Ghost Master. What qualifications do I have to assess her? I’ll only be back faster than you.”

Yan Chuan smiled. “That’s true.”

Then only Fan Yin was left.

Fan Yin adjusted her glasses. “I don’t think I need to either. Last night, Sang Sang directly stated the fortune and misfortune of that family and even used merit to offset the karma. I can’t do that.”

The assessment was over. Except for Hua Changge and Chu Minghua, all the seven chairmen of the Xuanmen had been defeated.

“Come on, everyone, let’s determine her rank based on Sang Jing’s performance,” Chu Minghua said first. “Eight-coin.”

Hua Changge: “Eight-coin.”

Shen Lan: “Eight-coin.”

Yan Chuan: “Eight-coin.”

Fan Yin: “Eight-coin.”

Zhu Yun: “Nine-coin.”

Tan Wei: “Nine-coin.”

In the end, after a comprehensive consideration, the Xuanmen set Sang Jing’s rank for this assessment at eight-coin.

For nine-coin, it would probably require that only nine-coin Celestial Master to assess her, or her teacher to personally assess her.

Generally, the Xuanmen would announce the assessment results after the assessment was over. But Sang Jing thought for a moment and decided to wait until this Xuanmen assessment was over to announce it together.

Chu Minghua handed the special Celestial Master coins to Sang Jing. Sang Jing’s eyes curved as she received them.

Eight-coin. She hadn’t embarrassed her teacher.

Then she thought, if her spiritual medicine skills were a little better, would she have gotten nine-coin?

“Sister Hua,” Yan Chuan said, leaning closer to Hua Changge in a low voice. “I remember you cried when you advanced to eight-coin. Why is she so calm? She just smiled and it was over?”

Hua Changge resisted the urge to kick her. “Shut up.”

Zhu Yun, holding the formation Sang Jing had modified before, boldly rushed up to talk to someone for the first time. “This, this, this is my analysis. Can, can you take a look and see if it’s right?”

Yan Chuan: “…”

Why is she stuttering so nervously? Can’t she act like a chairman? What a disgrace!

Sang Jing was surprised to see that Zhu Yun had written three full pages of analysis on the formation.

Meeting Zhu Yun’s expectant gaze, Sang Jing read her analysis carefully. From the eye of the formation to the smallest detail, no matter how difficult or simple, Zhu Yun had not missed anything.

“Yes, it’s very right,” Sang Jing said. She hadn’t thought too much when she had modified the formation, but seeing these analyses, she immediately saw the flaws in her modified formation, and her understanding of formations had improved a little.

Sang Jing smiled and took the three pages of paper, bowing slightly to Zhu Yun. “Thank you, Chairman Zhu Yun, for your guidance. I know where I was wrong now.”

Yan Chuan: “…Huh?”

What’s going on?

Zhu Yun was stunned for a moment, then looked at Sang Jing sincerely. “Can I become your disciple?”

Sang Jing: “…Huh?”

Zhu Yun was very serious. “I’m not kidding. I want to learn more profound formations from you.”

Sang Jing saw the obsession with formations in Zhu Yun’s eyes. She still refused. “Sorry, I haven’t graduated yet, so I’m not qualified to take on a disciple.”

Zhu Yun’s eyes immediately filled with disappointment.

“But my teacher gave me a few sets of formations. If you need them, I can copy them and give them to you,” Sang Jing said. She thought that with Zhu Yun’s attitude, if she could thoroughly study her teacher’s few sets of formations, it would be no problem for Zhu Yun to advance to nine-coin.

Zhu Yun was so excited her eyes turned red. “Really!? Thank you!”

With that, she gave Sang Jing a ninety-degree bow.

Seeing this, Shen Lan’s mind spun quickly. She hurried forward. “Sang Sang, did your teacher leave you any talismans?”

Who would miss the opportunity to improve?

Sang Jing was surrounded.

When she came out again, Sang Jing’s forehead and nose were covered in sweat.

Taking the opportunity to catch her breath, Sang Jing ran out of the Xuanmen branch. It had been a bright sunny day when she had arrived, but now the stars and the moon were embracing each other.

“It felt like they were going to eat you,” Xie Yu said, sitting on Sang Jing’s shoulder. “Are you satisfied today?”

Sang Jing looked at the eight Celestial Master coins and casually tied them to her wrist.

“It’s alright.”

Just as she had thought.

Returning to the hotel entrance, Sang Jing saw someone she didn’t want to see.

Sang Lingyun.

Sang Lingyun also saw her. Her gaze moved down and saw the Celestial Master coins on her wrist. She sneered with disdain. “Deceiving yourself. You have no skills and you’re wearing a fake. You’re so uncultured. People wear them on their waists, and you’re wearing them on your hand.”

Sang Jing hadn’t expected Sang Lingyun to come. After all, her level was… like dog shit.

Sang Lingyun confidently flicked her hair. “Just you wait. When the assessment starts tomorrow, I’ll show you what a real Celestial Master coin looks like.”

Sang Jing was about to retort when her phone suddenly rang.

It was from Tan Wei, the arrangement for tomorrow’s assessment.

Oh, right. She was an examiner for this assessment.

The dimples on Sang Jing’s cheeks appeared. She asked Sang Lingyun, “Which examination room are you in?”

Sang Lingyun subconsciously answered, “A-1.”

With that, she glared at Sang Jing again. “What’s it to you!”

After Sang Lingyun left, Xie Yu poked her head out. She had also seen the message Tan Wei had sent.

“Which examination room are you an examiner for?”

“A-1.”