Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack

Chapter 1487: Chapter 1467: Bald Little Monk

Luo Qianqian recalled her interactions with the Xuanming Ring, not feeling that she had done anything too excessive. What was going on with this bald little monk in front of her???

”Are you the Artifact Spirit?” Luo Qianqian swallowed hard, her eyes avoiding his gaze, fearing that the bald little monk might recite some Tightening Spell like Monk Tang...

The bald little monk snorted; he had been in a deep sleep before and had no ability to come out.

It was only after being struck by lightning that he woke up again, feeling too embarrassed to appear. After all... Luo Qianqian had also become bald, and he didn’t want Luo Qianqian to say he copied her look. Had Bai Ze not been too angry and left directly, he wouldn’t have dragged Luo Qianqian into the Mysterious Nether Realm so abruptly.

Although Luo Qianqian was the owner of the Xuanming Ring, in this Mysterious Nether Realm, he was the ruler. Luo Qianqian could only do as he pleased until she was strong enough.

He glanced at Luo Qianqian: ”Complete the creation of one hundred talisman tools, and I’ll let you out.”

Luo Qianqian’s mouth dropped open in shock. Was he joking? Creating even one talisman tool drained her spiritual power completely each time, and one hundred... How long would that take?

However, looking at the bald little monk’s expression, he didn’t seem to be lying...

After a moment of silence, she earnestly began the creation process.

The bald little monk watched Luo Qianqian’s serious demeanor, nodding in satisfaction. This was acceptable.

Though there was no Buddhist light about him, he was quite reasonable, not a person of great evil or treachery.

By the time Luo Qianqian reappeared in the cave, she had fallen into a deep sleep. A hundred pieces, who knew how much torment she’d endured...

Even in her sleep, her hands continued to move, and her tightly furrowed brow indicated her inner turmoil at that moment.

Bai Ze floated in the air, looking at Luo Qianqian’s face, feeling a deep pity for her weariness. Even though he knew she hadn’t had time recently to cultivate in the Xuanming Ring, seeing her exhausted state filled him with compassion.

This kind of colleague was a bit too strict, wasn’t it?

Watching Luo Qianqian with sympathy, he felt powerless, for at best, he was just a Book Spirit, significantly weaker than the Artifact Spirit of the Xuanming Ring.

His advantage was merely in his greater wealth of knowledge.

Luo Qianqian slept for two days and a night before slowly opening her eyes. She surveyed the surroundings, took out some snacks, ate a few bites, glanced at the vase on the ground, then lay back down on the thickly padded stone platform and fell asleep again.

However, moments later, Luo Qianqian opened her eyes wide: ”What the hell!”

”What’s the matter?” Bai Ze asked, looking at Luo Qianqian with a worried expression.

Luo Qianqian turned around, glanced at the vase on the ground, then back at Bai Ze, her expression growing darker: ”I slept for two days?”

Bai Ze nodded.

”That little bald guy is ruthless!” Luo Qianqian clenched her fist tightly, punching the thick blanket. Her eyes darted around before looking at Bai Ze again: ”How can we trap the Artifact Spirit?”

Bai Ze opened his mouth but then shook his head helplessly after a moment.

Just as Luo Qianqian was about to devise another plan, Bai Ze suddenly spoke, as if possessed: ”Actually, it’s not impossible.”

”What? What?” Luo Qianqian looked at Bai Ze eagerly.

She knew she needed to cultivate, but there was no reason she should endure constant abuse at the hands of that little bald guy.

Thinking of the previous endless training, where any hint of laziness meant a Water Blade strike, how could a person bear that?

The saddest part was that the Artifact Spirit knew whether her spiritual power had fully recovered. Was that normal? Did he not know what it meant to respect the owner?

In the next second, a flash of black light, and Bai Ze was suddenly flung back into Luo Qianqian’s Sea of Knowledge, as she disappeared from where she stood.

Seeing the familiar scene before her, Luo Qianqian felt a strong urge to end it all immediately.

The bald little monk watched Luo Qianqian silently, holding a wooden fish rhythmically, ready to recite the Tightening Spell at any disagreement.

Her mouth twitched slightly, and a forced smile appeared on Luo Qianqian’s face, looking at the Water Blades hovering around her. She said ingratiatingly, ”Master, I haven’t rested enough yet, should I continue resting a bit before carrying on?”

Though she clearly felt her spiritual power had increased more than a little, this devilish training, along with such an instructor, was truly torturous...

Even if she could enjoy a bit of sensory pleasure, she’d gladly cultivate like this, but facing such an Artifact Spirit...

She was really afraid of falling into depression...

”Two hundred pieces.” The bald little monk didn’t even glance at Luo Qianqian as he sat down on one side, hitting the wooden fish. Luo Qianqian widened her eyes, realizing the Water Blades were closing in, and had no choice but to start the second round of battle with talisman paper in hand.

She had completely lost track of how many rounds of torment she had endured or how many talisman tools she had drawn. Yet, besides telling her the number each meeting, the bald little monk had no other reactions, just like a computer program...

Luo Qianqian looked around helplessly, clutching her skirt. Heaven knew she’d drawn from Broken Blade to long spears, and in this devilish training, the one thing gained was perhaps figuring out the patterns in the talisman tool designs for Points.

Each talisman tool diagram seemed to have several identical patterns, giving her some new ideas. It was for this reason that she quietly appeared here when the bald little monk wasn’t restricting her actions.

She pulled out a piece of talisman paper, carefully sketching an outline...

Quickly, failure.

Time and again, so focused that she didn’t even notice when the bald little monk returned, continuing to sketch with total concentration. But before the picture was half-complete, she ran out of strength and had to pause to cultivate, restoring her spiritual power.

Watching Luo Qianqian close her eyes, the bald little monk floated to her side, picked up the failed attempt, and after examining it a few times without understanding, he dutifully put it down.

Soon, Luo Qianqian sketched an oddly-shaped knife, in the bald little monk’s eyes.

Yet Luo Qianqian felt quite satisfied.

A scalpel, although it looked somewhat strange, was something very necessary for cleanliness and hygiene. If made into a talisman tool, it wouldn’t be too disappointing even if it were single-use, would it?

With the scalpel, she started researching other equipment, although that wasn’t her ultimate aim.

Those were just experiments during the process of working toward her goal.

Due to Luo Qianqian’s exploration, the bald little monk unusually did not assign her any tasks, allowing her to perform freely.

However, soon Luo Qianqian returned to the normal talisman tool drawing process.

This time, as long as a talisman tool succeeded once without significant issues, she would pass it at once. Those with minor issues received more careful attention.

Time passed bit by bit during Luo Qianqian’s exploration. The training room in the Mysterious Nether Realm was unknowingly filled with piles of talisman papers.