Ancient text, Lin Zhenghui did not understand.
But this one ancient character, Lin Zhenghui unexpectedly recognized it at a glance.
It was: Fairy.
"Such a familiar feeling," Lin Zhenghui softly murmured, holding it in his palm, feeling an indescribable sensation of a past life.
Then, Lin Zhenghui's actions really mimicked those in the novels.
Using the tip of a small knife, he gently made a cut on his finger, squeezing out a drop of blood, and let it fall upon the character emitting a faint fairy aura.
As the blood dropped onto it, the ancient piece of mutton-fat white jade, just like in the novels,
turned into a ray of white light and instantly entered between his eyebrows.
"As I thought..." Lin Zhenghui's mind was suddenly filled with an unnamed mental method.
This kind of memory, as if born with him, didn't need to be memorized; it was deeply engraved into his soul.
"Hmm!? Is this immortal power?"
