Chapter 22: Magic Technique Backlash

"Puff!"

Wang Yu's five fingers trembled slightly, and a wisp of white mist sprayed from his palm, condensing and not scattering, floating lightly in the air in front, as if it had no weight at all.

He curiously pointed at the white mist with a finger, it was a bit cold, but it was not unbearable.

After withdrawing his finger and looking at it carefully, he found that there were some traces of frost left on his fingertip.

At this time, the white mist gradually faded, and after a few breaths, it disappeared completely.

Is this the power of the second level of the Yin Water Art?

Wang Yu was very disappointed in his heart.

After waiting for his mood to calm down a little, he took out a small gray bag hidden close to his body from his bosom, which was the thing suspected to be a storage bag of the City Lord of Huang Shi City.

As the City Lord of Huang Shi City, after he died that day, besides a damaged magic tool small shield and a pair of gloves that were invulnerable to swords and guns, he didn't find any spiritual stones?

If this is really a storage bag, needless to say, things of value must be stored in it.

His mana has 'greatly increased' now, so he must try again.

Wang Yu held the cloth bag with one hand, locked the bag mouth with his spiritual sense, and slowly injected the mana in his body into it, carefully observing the changes in this thing.

As mana was injected into it bit by bit, the originally motionless bag began to glow with wisps of unknown white light.

Wang Yu raised his eyebrows, increased the speed of mana injection, and after a while, when there was still a small half of mana left in his body, the originally tightly locked bag mouth slowly loosened a little.

He was overjoyed. While injecting the remaining mana in his body into it, he took the opportunity to probe his spiritual sense into the bag mouth. As a result, he saw a small pile of bright spiritual stones, two small green boxes, and something like a book in the bag.

Before Wang Yu could see clearly, the last trace of mana in his body had been exhausted, the storage bag trembled, and the bag mouth shrank suddenly and locked again.

His spiritual sense was instantly bounced back, and he couldn't take out anything at all. With his current mana, he actually still couldn't open this bag?

Wang Yu sighed, immediately put the storage bag aside, sat cross-legged, and slowly restored the consumed mana.

At noon, when Wang Yu felt that his mana had recovered almost enough, he tried to open the storage bag again, but it still only allowed the bag mouth to open halfway, and he couldn't really take out the things inside.

In this way, he could only helplessly put the storage bag away again and wait until he practiced the Yin Water Art to the third level before trying again.

By the evening, Wang Yu, who had restored his mana again, walked out of the stone house, came to the open space outside, took out the silver folding fan, injected mana into it, and slowly opened the fan surface.

The bumpy spiritual patterns on the fan surface woke up, and at the same time, the surface gradually bloomed with dazzling light.

There is a play!

Wang Yu's eyes lit up. He held the fan handle with both hands, fanned it hard toward the void opposite, and the mana in his body was suddenly pulled and surged out.

"Whoosh!"

A gust of yellowish gale surged out from the fan surface, instantly making sand and stones fly within a radius of several zhang, lasting for a full three breaths before slowly dissipating and disappearing.

Sure enough, the mana of the second level of the Yin Water Art can use this 'Mysterious Wind Fan'. However, the magic tool consumed too much mana. Just this one time, it used up most of his mana. It seems that it can only be used at a critical moment.

He touched the spiritual patterns on the fan surface with his hand while thinking back to the room, and took out the "Magic Technique Introduction" and the red animal skin at the same time.

Now that he has entered the second level of the Qi Refinement Stage, he can finally truly learn tricks.

Wang Yu read the "Magic Technique Introduction" carefully again on the bed, put it aside, and then spread the red animal skin in his hand, sweeping his spiritual sense into it.

In the animal skin, the pattern of the magic technique 'Firefly' composed of five crimson spiritual pattern symbols emerged clearly, each of which was crimson like fire, which was the trick 'Firefly' recorded in the animal skin.

He had already completely comprehended all the spiritual pattern symbols of this magic technique with the help of overclocking power some time ago. The next step is to meditate on the 'magic technique imprint' in the spiritual sense sea, and then resonate with the mana in his body to perform the corresponding magic.

According to what "Magic Technique Introduction" said, even the simplest magic technique imprint is not something that Qi Refinement Stage cultivators can easily meditate on. It is normal for beginners to fail dozens or hundreds of times in the middle. Fortunately, the book also recorded several hand seals and a general incantation for meditating on magic technique imprints.

The book says clearly that the so-called meditation is just a process of imagining magic spiritual patterns out of thin air in the spiritual sense sea with the help of hand seals and incantations.

This process has a very low tolerance for error and requires the cultivator to modify it with spiritual sense power in the spiritual sense sea. Every 'drop of the pen' requires a lot of mental power, making it extremely difficult for the magic technique imprint to condense correctly.

A magic technique imprint that has not yet been completed also has a limited number of modifications it can withstand. If it is modified too much, it will lead to the collapse of the incomplete magic technique imprint, causing a certain impact on the cultivator's spiritual sense sea.

Fortunately, "Firefly" is just an entry-level trick, and although the magic technique backlash is also very light, there is no need to worry too much about this.

And Wang Yu was naturally very curious about imagining things out of thin air in his "head".

The book "Magic Technique Introduction" spoke lightly about this matter, as if all cultivators could do it, but as a college student washed by modern materialist theory, he was still a bit skeptical about this.

Wang Yu firmly remembered the shape and arrangement position of the five crimson spiritual patterns in his brain, and after familiarizing himself with the hand seals and incantations, he began to form hand seals with both hands, chanting incantations in a low voice, and trying to imagine magic spiritual patterns.

Closing his eyes, he seemed to be motionless on the bed, but with the stumbling incantation sound entering his ears, he obviously felt that his mental power became active and could better control it.

A magical scene appeared!

A red light spot appeared out of thin air in his spiritual sense sea. With the change of time, the light spot slowly elongated, turned into slender light lines, twisted and intertwined bit by bit, gradually outlining the general form of a spiritual pattern symbol, but it was constantly changing and adjusting...

Although Wang Yu raised his spirit to twelve points, he still felt flustered while imagining the magic pattern pattern and dividing his heart to form hand seals and chant incantations, and mistakes occurred from time to time.

What's worse is that his mental power, which was still easy to mobilize, became heavy as if falling into deep water after the spiritual pattern symbol was initially condensed. Every time he urged it, it was very laborious, and the condensed spiritual patterns always had various deviations, and he had to modify them repeatedly...

As a result, a crimson spiritual pattern symbol only completed two-thirds in the spiritual sense sea, and because of too many changes, it collapsed with a flash.

"Boom!"

Wang Yu felt as if his head had been hit by a heavy hammer, and a sharp pain came. He couldn't help but open his eyes, hugged his head with both hands, and grimaced on the bed for a long time before he turned pale and eased over.

"Magic Technique Introduction" spoke lightly about the failure of magic technique imprint condensation, but this kind of magic technique backlash is really not comparable to ordinary pain. It is a kind of pain that seems to be branded into the depths of the spirit. He really doesn't want to experience it a second time in a short time.

And this kind of backlash not only made his mental power a bit chaotic

Wang Yu pondered for a moment and suddenly realized.

The "spell imprint" indeed did not come from thin air; it still required the consumption of mana. It should be a product of the combination of mental power and mana, which fits his "cognition."

After sitting in meditation to rest for a long time, with his mental power restored to stability, he silently chanted "Overclocking" and began to pinch hand seals and recite incantations once again.

His five senses began to amplify, everything before his eyes became slow, and his spirit entered a marvelous state...

Under overclocking synchronization, Wang Yu felt himself transform into a high-precision machine. His consciousness was the design blueprint, his mana was the power source, and his mental power was the raw material. He began ultra-high-precision manufacturing in his sea of divine sense. Aided by hand seals and incantations, the manufacturing process was as smooth as if it had been practiced a thousand times, without the slightest stutter or error, and even less need for so-called adjustments or modifications.

A crimson spirit-pattern symbol rapidly took shape in his sea of divine sense, as precise as if it had been printed, and exactly the same as the dharma pattern on the animal skin.

But what is going on with this terrifying consumption of mental power? It is more than ten times faster than before, flowing away crazily like a floodgate being opened.

Bad!

Stop quickly!

"Exit Overclocking."

Wang Yu was shocked and immediately stopped his hand seals. The sound of the incantation in his mouth stopped abruptly, and he instantly exited the overclocking synchronization. The spirit-pattern symbol that had already been mostly completed in his brain flickered and dissipated once again.

He suffered a spell backlash once more, his face full of shock and anger.

In just this brief moment, more than half of his mental power had vanished, leaving only about one-third remaining.

By the time Wang Yu endured the pain of the backlash and sat in meditation again to breathe and restore his mental power, it was already nighttime.

Unwilling to give up, he entered the overclocking synchronization mode once more and discovered that as long as he did not attempt to condense a spell imprint, his mental power remained as normal as ever. But when he cautiously tried to condense a spell imprint, the same scene occurred.

The mental power flowed away with the same terror, and the spell imprint condensation failed just the same.

Wang Yu, having suffered another round of torture from spell backlash, gave up completely.

Although he did not understand what was going on or why overclocking synchronization would cause such a strange occurrence, he temporarily abandoned the idea of relying on the auxiliary system and planned to honestly use the normal method to condense spell imprints.

Seven days later, Wang Yu sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the complete spell imprint floating in his sea of divine sense, feeling deeply bitter in his heart.

During this period, the thirty or forty instances of spell backlash, back and forth, while leaving him tortured, finally made him understand that his aptitude for spellcasting was mediocre and he was not some so-called genius.

But regardless of what was said, he could finally cast the first spell of his life.

"Firefly."

Wang Yu chanted softly, held up a finger in front of him, and with a movement of his will, communicated with the spell imprint in his sea of divine sense.

The moment the spell imprint touched his will, it flickered slightly as if in resonance.

With a "puff" sound.

A wisp of red flame appeared at his fingertip, no more than three inches high.