Frankly, Xie Qing could be considered a genius, especially given his talents and learning speed. Even techniques that took others a lifetime to master were a matter of seconds for him.
However, for the first time in his life, he encountered a technique he couldn't understand.
"Black... magic? What the hell?"
Not a single word in this book made sense to him. It was as if he were reading some strange novel.
"Maybe... it's because I don't have the aptitude?"
The chances of this were high. In most cases, if a cultivator didn't have the aptitude for a particular technique, they would have trouble learning it.
And it seemed that Xie Qing had no talent for devilish arts—though it would be surprising if he did.
Moreover, there was a feeling that something deep within his body rejected the idea of studying dark arts.
"Hmm..."
