Chapter 33: Being an Invisible Person Isn’t Easy

“Master, how is it? Do I look good?”

As soon as he opened the Book of Memories, Ding Nan saw a girl with black hair and a plump, curvaceous figure.

She was tilting her head, showing off a white and a purple peony pinned to her hair, intentionally posing to accentuate her figure while looking at Ding Nan with eyes full of affection.

Her small lips trembled slightly after she spoke, and at the corner of her mouth was a tiny mole that, while not large, formed a sharp contrast against her jade-white skin.

She was none other than the future Sect Master of the Xishan Sect, Ji Lanruo.

At this moment, she was just a child less than 100 years old.

“Ding Nan”—or rather, Ji Yang—looked at the girl who was shy about revealing her figure, yet he seemed unable to read his disciple’s intentions.

“Why are you asking your Master such a question?” Ji Yang said.

“In our entire sect, you are the only male right now. If I don’t ask you, who should I ask?”

“Whether you are pretty or not doesn’t necessarily have to be asked of the opposite sex, does it?”

Ji Lanruo glanced at the two small girls practicing swordplay outside the grass hut.

They had bright eyes and white teeth, appearing petite and lovely.

Their thin bodies made their custom-made robes and skirts look somewhat loose on them.

They were too young, too thin, and knew nothing.

When they looked at Ji Yang, their eyes were filled with pure innocence.

“Could it be that you want me to go and ask them?” Ji Lanruo asked.

“I think that would work.”

“They would only say I look good.”

“You do look quite good,” Ji Yang replied casually.

Ding Nan could not see Ji Yang’s expression, but he could hear the perfunctoriness in his tone.

Most of the memories in the Library were related to knowledge, and this time was no different.

Ji Yang was sitting at a desk in the thatched hut, fiddling with a talisman.

His mind was clearly not on Ji Lanruo.

Ji Lanruo puffed out her cheeks.

“Master, could it be that you like young girls?”

Ji Lanruo said displeasuredly.

“Young girls? You rebellious disciple!” Ji Yang was choked by Ji Lanruo’s words and said, “How can you slander a man’s reputation like that?”

“Then why did you only recruit female disciples?” Ji Lanruo said gloomily.

She stood in front of Ji Yang, and her “massive assets” exerted immense pressure on Ding Nan, who was experiencing the scene from a first-person perspective.

“If I liked little girls, you would have fallen victim to my clutches long ago when you were small, okay?”

Ji Yang suddenly turned his head, staring into Ji Lanruo’s shimmering eyes.

“And why do you care so much about what kind of person I like?”

“I just…”

“Just what?”

Ji Lanruo choked up, her face flushing red, and even the tips of her ears were dyed crimson.

She couldn’t find the words for a long time.

Ji Yang turned back.

Although there was no sound, Ding Nan could hear a light chuckle.

As for Ding Nan himself, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

‘You really are a gentleman!’

Ding Nan couldn’t help but complain.

Fortunately, Ji Yang was a gentleman.

If there were a romance involved, Ding Nan wouldn’t know how to face Ji Lanruo.

Substitute literature and all that was truly too twisted.

However, Ji Lanruo eventually had a daughter…

Ding Nan guessed that Ji Yang had ultimately failed to escape the clutches of his rebellious disciple.

Ji Yang looked at the bashful Ji Lanruo, his shoulders shrugging as he turned his head and said, “Is that not because you didn’t want me to take in too many disciples?”

“My dear Master, does our family have enough food to support so many people?”

Ji Lanruo crossed her arms, speaking with an air of pride.

“Food, clothing, shelter, transportation, the cultivation needs for several of us, and your precious books—which of those doesn’t require Spirit Stones?”

Ji Lanruo raised her hand, pointing at the thatched roof.

“When I was a child, I lived in this grass hut. Now that I’ve grown up and reached the Foundation Building Stage, I’m still living in this grass hut,” Ji Lanruo added.

“After all, establishing a sect is very expensive,” Ji Yang said.

“If you could help me with alchemy, I would be much more at ease.”

Hearing this, Ji Lanruo raised her eyebrows, her gaze flickering.

The Great Sect Array, the Spirit Gathering Arrays of the various peaks, as well as the grounds for Monsters and spiritual plants and the modification of farmland—all of these required a vast amount of Spirit Stones.

She coughed awkwardly.

If Ding Nan remembered correctly, her alchemy skills were terrible.

If her furnace wasn’t exploding, it was on the way to exploding.

On the rare occasions it didn’t explode, the results were always pitch-black waste pills.

Her alchemy was just as disastrous as her cooking.

“Master, what are you doing now?”

Ji Lanruo stepped forward, her hands grasping Ji Yang’s shoulders.

“Your way of changing the subject is so blunt,” Ji Yang said. “And stop bumping into me with those ‘assets’!”

Ding Nan felt it—it felt like resting on a down pillow, soft and comfortable.

“Master, hehehe! It’s not like it’ll cost you a piece of flesh,” Ji Lanruo said, her expression nervous yet satisfied.

“Forget it. Anyway, you only reached the Foundation Building Stage at age 20. You won’t be able to cause any waves in front of me,” Ji Yang said.

Ji Yang lowered his head contentedly.

Ji Lanruo showed quite a frustrated expression and said, “So, Master, how did you manage to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage before you were even 50?”

Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul—there was a major realm between each of them.

Ji Lanruo reaching Foundation Establishment at age 20 was already exceptional talent—though a large part of it was due to Ji Yang giving her everything he had and his constant guidance.

“First, try to properly understand cultivation techniques and the human body itself. Besides the Acupoints in the Flowing Cloud Manual, how many Acupoints have you memorized?”

***

They continued talking, but Ding Nan kept his eyes fixed on the book spread out on the desk before him.

The open book described a type of formation designed to use illusions to hide buildings or non-moving people.

It was a type of concealment formation.

Although there was a significant difference between this and the Invisibility Art Ding Nan had in mind, talismans and formations belonged to the same family.

Their relationship was somewhat like that of a smartphone and a computer—perhaps even closer.

Some simple formations could be directly imprinted onto talismans for use.

It wasn’t like a phone using Android and a computer using Windows, where there was almost no interaction between the two.

And the Invisibility Art itself was a branch of concealment magic.

Ji Yang indeed did not disappoint Ding Nan.

After some idle chatter, Ji Yang very skillfully drew a new talisman.

“It’s finished,” Ji Yang said, looking at the talisman whose ink had not yet dried.

“Master, what kind of talisman is this?”

“Seventh-grade, a Hiding Talisman.”

“A talisman for hiding one’s form? Only seventh-grade?”

Ji Lanruo was stunned.

Talismans were divided into nine grades, with ninth-grade being the lowest and first-grade being the best.

Usually, concealment-type talismans were at least fourth-grade.

“It has a negative effect. Once used, you cannot move,” Ji Yang said.

“So that’s how it is. No wonder it’s only seventh-grade.”

Ji Lanruo stared at the talisman in Ji Yang’s hand, lost in thought.

She asked again, “Is it really impossible to move? If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be very inconvenient?”

“For a life-saving tool like this, isn’t it better that the production cost is cheap?”

“Then does Master have the kind of talisman that can grant invisibility while still allowing free movement?”

“What are you trying to do?”

Ji Yang rolled his eyes at Ji Lanruo and said.

“I want to learn!”

“Oh, the sun must have risen from the west today. Usually, you hate things that require patient study,” Ji Yang said.

Ji Lanruo rubbed her head, her cheeks flushed.

Ji Yang waved his hand.

“You can’t even stably produce a ninth-grade talisman right now, and you want to learn a second-grade talisman? I’m still figuring that one out myself.”