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..."
Tilting his head to the side, Xie Qing began to think about how to get out of this situation. He narrowed his eyes.
"What a problem..."
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