The training hall was already equipped with brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.0

Since the army often relied on experts to deal with supernatural threats, such as ghosts or demons, cinnabar was naturally among their supplies as well.0

It didn’t take long for everything to be prepared, and the brushes, ink, paper, inkstone, and cinnabar were placed on the desk commonly used by General Chen.0

The Daoist sat down in front of the desk.0

“Swish!”0

He smoothed the paper and weighed it down. A junior officer personally came forward to grind the ink.0

The calico cat leaped onto the desk, sometimes lowering its head to watch the officer grinding the ink and the ink-stick, and sometimes raising its gaze to scrutinize the officer’s face.1

The Daoist picked up the brush and dipped it into the cinnabar. The tip of the brush touched the top-right corner of the paper, moving like a dragon or serpent.0

Each stroke carried a subtle sheen of light, and when the talisman was complete, a faint breeze stirred the paper.0

The talisman was created at one go.0

Among those watching was a folk expert well-versed in talismans. Peering intently, he could tell that the design and structure of this talisman were entirely different from the current mainstream styles and bore no apparent connection to Heavenly Palace deities. Yet, the mystical phenomenon in the process made it clear that this talisman was extraordinary.0

Strangely, the center of the talisman paper remained blank.0

The Daoist paused, set down the brush, and picked up...0