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Chapter 487 Teaching Thee the Holy Spell

Lin Luoran suddenly arrives here and Liu Qingdai is totally unprepared. Liu is now more than thirty years old. The Earth Federation promotes procreation and early marriage. The society regards Liu Qingdai as a single “old” woman now more than Lin Luoran’s days, three hundred years ago.

Away from city life with a regular lifestyle, Liu Qingdai looks younger than she actually is. However, she is no longer a “girl” a long time ago. When she sees Lin Luoran again, her eyes turn red but she can still hold her tears. She doesn’t cry as she did in the Dongting city hall.

“Qingdai, you are doing well.”

Lin Luoran holds a lotus, fiddling it with bare hands. Liu Qingdai is not worse than her first believer, Liu Guiying. It makes Lin Luoran feel surprised and happy. After three years of exercise, Lin Luoran has known a lot more common sense as a Gathering Vitality cultivator who also has the “fairy title”. A pious believer is not just an illusory name. Liu can actually do much more than she does now—

The lotus on Lin Luoran’s hands exudes unique fragrance of plants. She is about to explain her intention to Liu Qingdai when her spiritual mind notices something abnormal.

“You have guests coming.” Lin Luoran blinks at her and Liu Qingdai is a little flustered. However, Qingdai will never forget what happened in the next quarter of an hour.

“Cousin, cousin, are you there?”

Outside the courtyard, it is the sound of her small cousin. She is outgoing and rarely acts “politely”. If she pushes the door in, she can see Lin Luoran standing by the lotus pond.

Liu Qingdai subconsciously doesn’t want the Liu family to see “Mortal Heart Fairy” at this moment. If the fairy wants to show up in public, why does she only come to her yard?

Lin Luoran acts very calmly. Until Liu Qingwu’s skirt hem appears from the corridor and Liu Qingdai is extremely nervous, Lin Luoran finally tips on the ground and floats into the room on the second floor through the window.

Liu Qingwu arrives only a few seconds after Lin Luoran disappears. The strings in Liu Qingdai’s heart are tightened to the extreme—luckily, Liu Qingwu doesn’t seem to see fairy?

“Sister! Please promise me one thing first, ok?”

Liu Qingwu comes to Liu Qingdai and pulls her sleeves. Liu Qingdai is dizzied by her shaking and she was so nervous before. She feels dizzy and says yes.

Liu Qingwu happily takes Qingdai upstairs. Seeing her cousin stepping into the study room where Lin Luoran disappeared, Liu Qingdai’s eyes twitch again.

“Just tell me what you want!”

Liu Qingwu looks around the study room. On the bookshelf of her sister, the paper books protected by the tempered glass have been passed down for more than 300 years. They are genuine ancient books.

“Don’t worry. I am not here for your precious old books.” Liu Qingwu’s gaze falls on the desk. She walks forward a few steps and says, “Sister, is this your new painting? This portrait is really good... Can you lend it to me?”

She is not asking the original painting so it is totally acceptable. Liu Qingdai breathes a sigh of relief.

When Qingwu is looking around the study room, Qingdai is also stealthily observing. However, she doesn’t find anything strange. Liu Qingdai doesn’t know where the Mortal Heart Fairy is, which makes her feel so worried.

Although her newly painted picture of the fairy with fine brushwork has improved a lot, Liu Qingdai, who has just seen “the true fairy”, still knows to let go of the portrait in order to send her cousin away.

“Wait here. I’ll get a box to pack the painting.”

Liu Qingwu agrees. Liu Qingdai gets a box under the desk. Liu Qingwu is comparing the difference between her painting with the ancestor’s work so she is not looking at her.

Qingdai sees that the ink is dry and she is about to roll up the rice paper. Suddenly, she notices something strange about this newly-dried ink portrait. The fairy’s eyes are shining and “she” blinks at her. The gentle mouth also moves a bit... Mortal... Mortal Heart Fairy comes alive?

Nooooo... it’s not coming back to life. Liu Qingdai realizes this fact. It is clear that Mortal Heart Fairy is in this picture right now!

Qingdai is so shocked at the immortal’s trick and she can’t hold the box tight. The box falls to the ground and Liu Qingwu turns around in surprise, “Sister, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing. By the way, Qingwu, why do you want the fairy’s portrait?” She can’t give this portrait to her cousin. Liu Qingdai blocks her cousin’s sight and changes the topic.

Liu Qingwu hesitates for a while. After her cousin assures her that she will not be angry, she finally tells her the reason.

Liu Qingwu is really outgoing. To be specific, she has had some swagger. She has been hanging out with some rich boys in the eighth district. These people usually show off their prosperity with each other. They stimulate her, saying that Liu Qingwu is not favored at home and cannot bring the original work of Liu Xinyou before the New Era, the famous “fairy portrait”.

Liu Qingwu retorted that her cousin can draw a picture easily and it is enough to make the dudes who are also learning Huaxia’s ancient art enviable. There is no need to bring the original work of the ancestor.

After listening to her words, Liu Qingdai secretly shakes her head for her little cousin’s hasty. However, now she can definitely not give her the picture scroll on the desk. Maybe today is really Qingwu’s lucky day.

Liu Qingdai finds a good dust-proof and moisture-proof box and carefully rolls up the original work of Liu Xinyou. She hands it to Liu Qingwu who is so confused.

“I am not good at painting and my work may hurt our ancestor’s reputation. You must take good care of this authentic work. Only a few original paintings are preserved in our Liu family and they are extremely precious...

Liu Qingwu is stunned because of this unexpected gift. She takes the box carefully, making sure that her cousin really lends her the original “fairy portrait” of her ancestor for many times. The little girl gives Liu Qingdai a big kiss.

“You are my real sister!”

Liu Qingwu holds the box in her arms. For fear that Liu Qingdai will regret it, she runs away as a gust of wind.

Liu Qingdai’s heart hanging in the air finally goes back to its original place. She has learned a lesson and locks the doors and windows of the study before calling “fairy” to the picture respectfully.

With a flicker of dim light, Lin Luoran walks out of the picture scroll, dressed in graceful clothes.

Liu Qingdai is surprised and delighted. She doesn’t know how amazing the theurgy can be. Except for fairies, who else can hide in the thin painting paper and mix perfectly with the painting fairy?

When Lin Luoran sees her look, she can probably know what she is thinking. It is good to have a pious believer so she will not explain it specifically. This is actually just a little practical art of nature, far away from the theurgy which can make amazing changes.

Lin is very satisfied with this believer who should be the best candidate for “oracle”.

To get more power of faith for supporting her plan, Lin Luoran needs a spokesperson in the world. In addition to spreading faith, such kind of “oracles” acting on behalf of gods can’t convince people without true ability.

After years of development, the Liu family has gained a reputation as an oracle.

Only strength is missing.

“Qingdai, Liu, would thou like to enshrine me for the rest of thy life and never betray thy beliefs, whether it will be as bright as stars in the future, or as insignificant as fluorescent light?”

Liu Qingdai vaguely feels that her choice is closely related to her future destiny. However, as the “believer” of the Liu family, Liu Qingdai has known it since her childhood. One day when Mortal Heart Fairy appears in this world again, she will do her best to help the fairy.

The so-called most pious believer means that the faith has been carved into her bone. She is willing to run for the fairy she believes in throughout her life, even without any reward.

Liu Qingdai thinks of so many things. She can’t help kneeling and bowing her head respectfully.

“The believer is willing to do so.”

“Qingdai, Liu, the fairy thinks thou are sincere and grants thee the title of ‘oracle’. Thou will do my duty in this world to help weak believers, suffering people, and spread my miracle. Are thou willing to do so?”

“The believer is willing to do so.”

When Liu Qingdai says “willing” as she thinks, connected lines of faith five years ago become very wide. From this moment on, her life will be bound to Lin Luoran’s.

If Lin Luoran is alive, she will live safely to the end of her life.

If Lin Luoran dies, she will also be dead suddenly.

Being trusted in this way, Lin Luoran can feel her heavy responsibility. God’s responsibility is definitely not only taking things from his believers.

Fire phoenix said that between gods and buddhas and their most pious believer, there is a kind of “blessing spell”, which is similar to the holy spell that the Buddhist cultivators use after accumulating merit and gathering faith. However, Lin Luoran condensed her godhead not long ago and her god imprint is not prosperous. It is impossible for her to spread power of faith and she can only rely on believers to enlighten themselves. Only such a one-to-one “blessing” can make the same effect.

“The job of oracle is complex. I will leave thee to experience it thyself in the future. The gift to thee is three holy spells. It is a response to thy pious beliefs. ”

Liu Qingdai raises her head when she hears these words. Three holy spells?

Lin Luoran’s fingertips gather a light spot and she pops it into the mist cluster between Liu Qingdai’s brow.

“The first holy spell is listening spell which can listen to the heart sounds of spiritual things in the world.”

“The second holy spell is seeing spell which can see through the illusions in the world and understand the truth.”

“The third holy spell is thunder punishment spell which can punish evil and protect your own safety.”

The three light spots enter Liu Qingdai’s mist cluster one by one and the cluster between her eyebrows becomes radiant in an instant. What happened to her is so magical. The impact of the blessing makes Liu Qingdai fainted under the huge stimulation.

Before she closes her eyes, she can hear Lin Luoran’s mysterious voice.

“A knife can save people and kill people. You have got the power that ordinary people can’t possess. I still hope that you can do the right thing and don’t kill easily.”

...

Liu Qingdai’s head hurts so much. So many things have stuffed into her brain.

She wakes up, hands covering on her forehead. It turns out that she is still sleeping on the cold floor.

Night has come. She wonders for a moment whether the Mortal Heart Fairy she saw during the day is just her illusion.

However, the mist cluster between her eyebrows has changed and three light spots are floating in it.

Liu Qingdai remembers the three holy spells and what Lin Luoran said.

“Thunder punishment?”

She is kind of hesitant. But the light spot representing “thunder punishment spell” has rushed to her fingertips in an instant.

Feeling the shaking of her fingertips, Liu Qingdai’s body also shakes.

She now has a strong impulse that she has to exert her strength. It makes her lift her finger and point to the lotus pond outside the window. Following her intuition, she firmly utters three words.

“Thunder punishment spell!”

The faint electric light from her fingertips causes a change in the sky above the Liu Family Mansion immediately. Thunder and lightning as thick as a baby’s arm strikes the lotus pond, making the entire Liu Family Mansion seem to tremble—