Lin Ming's inscription skills were formidable, but he wasn't invincible either. Faced with this unprecedented inscription symbol, he couldn't possibly repair it.

  However, he thought for a moment and then used Zhenyuan Transmission Sound to say to Wang Xuanji: "President, I'll give it a try."

  Since reaching the third layer of Body Tempering, Lin Ming's control over his True Qi had further improved, and he had naturally learned how to transmit his voice with his True Qi.

  "Huh?" Wang Xuanji was surprised, could it be that Lin Ming had seen the Divine Seal before? Even if he had seen it, this Divine Seal developed from the Tianyun Nation's Inscription Technique school was extremely complex. Even an inscription master might not be able to draw it successfully! How could a 15-year-old Lin Ming possibly understand this drawing method?

  Lin Ming was indeed a top genius, but Wang Xingyi absolutely did not believe that Lin Ming could repair the divine power symbol.

  "It's really interesting, I'd like to see what Lin Ming is capable of in repairing this divine power symbol." Wang Xuanji showed a hint of a playful smile and said directly: "Alright, you try then." Lin Ming nodded and sat down at the inscription table.

  That middle-aged man was stunned as soon as he saw Lin Ming sit down. He hastily said: "Director Wang, this is..."

  He couldn't understand, he didn't know Lin Ming, only that he was an apprentice of the Inscription Master Guild. Was Wang Xingyu really going to have this young apprentice repair his armor? This wasn't a joke, was it?!

  Wang Xuanji said: "Nothing, just let him try, if it doesn't work I'll help you finish."

  However, the middle-aged man took a look at his carefully prepared materials with a tinge of heartache. According to the regulations of the Inscription Guild, when clients come to request services, they need to provide materials as compensation and prepare all necessary materials for the service. If they are not fully prepared, the guild can provide them, but the client must exchange other materials of equivalent value.

  Although he was a martial artist of the Condensing Pulse stage, it was also heart-wrenching to take out so many precious materials at once. These materials were worth seven or eight thousand taels of gold. The middle-aged martial artist had spent more than a year just gathering these materials. If this armor wasn't an ancestral treasure of their family, he wouldn't have been willing to spend such a huge sum.

  Wang Xuanji smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, these materials are left here, he failed and I'll take over. I can guarantee to repair your armor."

  "Alright..." With Wang Xuanji's guarantee, the middle-aged man had no choice but to let Lin Ming, this little scamp, take action. Hopefully, he wouldn't mess it up so badly that even Wang Xuanji couldn't fix it.

  But where did this kid come from, and why is Wang Xuan letting him run wild? The genius apprentice of the Tianyun City's divine inscription master, apart from Wang Yuheng and Qin Xunxian, I've never heard of a second one. With such complex divine power symbols, what can he possibly create?

  A middle-aged martial artist is filled with incomprehension in his heart.

  Lin Ming held the armor in his hand, and his soul force sank into the divine symbol. With the "Taiyi Soul",

  The Supreme Soul Formula, this ultimate soul formula, condenses the power of the soul into a thread, continuously sensing the composition of the divine power symbol, carefully recording every detail of its structure. At this time, Lin Ming's expression was more focused than ever before, due to the high concentration of his soul power.

  At first, when he was dissecting in the kitchen of Daming Xuan, he also had this expression. Whether it was a rough and barbaric dissection that required brute force or a delicate and intricate inscription technique that required precise control of the soul, in Lin Ming's hands, they were all the same. One was to record the texture of the beast's muscles, bones, and veins, while the other was to record the composition of basic inscriptions and patterns.

  He wants to skillfully unravel these complex patterns.

  Wang Yuhan stood quietly behind Lin Ming, gazing at his profile. She could clearly feel the focus and sharpness of Lin Ming's gaze. This kind of eye expression, combined with the intentional or unintentional sharpness and aura emanating from his eyebrows, gave the young man in front of her an air that didn't match his actual age.

  Wang Yuhan had to admit that this momentum was easy to infatuate some girls who were just starting to develop feelings, and they would easily be attracted to it and sink in.

  Can he really repair the divine power symbol? Wang Yuheng didn't dare to believe it, even though Lin Ming had created many miracles before, but this time it was really too difficult, almost impossible. Lin Ming wasn't from the Tianyun country's Mingwen Shu school, and at just 15 years old, he couldn't possibly have achieved the pinnacle of success in two different schools of Mingwen Shu.

  Lin Ming took a look, and it was exactly one minute later. In this one minute, he didn't move at all.

  Until then, the middle-aged man was somewhat impatient. At this time, Lin Ming suddenly spoke up: "Director Wang, I'd like to ask, if you were to repair this Mysterious Symbol, how much of its power could be restored."

  Wang Xuanji slightly stunned, smiled and stroked his beard, this kid, dare to compete with me?

  "Wang Xuanji said: 'If I repair this divine power symbol, it can probably restore more than 80% of its effect. The divine power symbol is a type of auxiliary inscription symbol. Although it cannot directly increase the defensive power of the equipment when engraved on it, it can increase the speed at which the user's true yuan converges. The original effect of this divine power symbol should be between 36% and 37%. After I repair it, the final effect will probably be around 30% to 31%.'"

  "Oh, I see. So, as long as I can increase the speed of gathering the true essence of this armor by 30%, no matter what method I use, I'll be considered successful."

  Wow! This kid is confident enough!

  Wang Xuanji looked at Lin Ming with interest, daring to say that he could restore the final effect to 30%, and there were only a few in the entire Tianyun country who could do this. What was this kid going to do?

  He laughed and said, "Generally, a guest engraver's work can be restored to 28% at most, and if you reach 28%, it can be considered qualified." Lin Ming nodded, touched the ring on his nameless finger, and what happened next made everyone in the audience stunned. Lin Ming slowly pulled out a large gun as thick as an egg from the Su Mei ring, with a length of eight feet and a head of eight inches, the entire body was purple-black, and the blade was dark red like blood, it was the Guan Hong Gun!

  Suddenly, even Wang Xuanji and Wang Yuheng were confused, what's the point of pulling out a gun?

  "Hey young man, what are you going to do?" The middle-aged martial artist's heart was racing with fear. Good grief, he had drawn out such a large spear, and it looked like it was made of purple-black iron, although not a treasured artifact, but absolutely razor-sharp. Was this guy thinking of using the spear to pierce his armor?

  Lin Ming looked up at the middle-aged martial artist and said, "Destroy this divine power symbol and redraw it." "Destroy it?" The middle-aged martial artist could hardly believe his ears. If Wang Xing'er hadn't been present, he would have gone up to fight him. "Are you crazy?!"

  Once the inscription pattern is applied to a treasure, it's hard to destroy because the texture of the inscription pattern will be imprinted on the internal structure of the treasure, becoming part of it. As for what appears on the surface, such as the diamond-shaped flower pattern on this divine power symbol, that's just the brand logo of the inscription master, serving a decorative purpose, just like Lin Ming's flame-patterned design, which is simply drawn by the inscription master based on personal preference.

  Destroying the decorative pattern will not damage the intricate structure of the inscriptions and symbols deeply buried in the treasure, if you really want to destroy it, usually ask a skilled alchemist or pharmacist who is familiar with fire control to burn it with flames, consuming a long time, burning away these dense and layered textures like spider webs.

  Doing so would destroy the inscription symbol, but it would also slightly damage the treasure and most importantly affect the effect of re-inscription.

  In most cases, the inscriptions on the treasure are damaged and can only be restored. Restoration is actually more difficult than repainting, but it's much better than destroying them.

  Lin Ming didn't understand the divine power symbol at all, so he couldn't repair it. The method he adopted was to destroy this divine power symbol and redraw it.

  Lin Ming didn't know how to control fire, so he had to destroy the Mingwen symbol and could only draw out the Guan Hong spear!

  "Hey kid, stop messing around or I won't be polite!" This middle-aged man was a cultivator in the Condensing Pulse stage and a member of the nobility with some status in Tianyun City. Although he had to show respect to Wang Xuanji, when it came to Lin Ming, an unknown young whippersnapper who popped up out of nowhere, he naturally wouldn't be polite.

  At this time, Wang Xuanji let out a soft hum, and this soft hum fell into the middle-aged man's ears like a thunderbolt. The middle-aged man's body shook, and he immediately calmed down.

  Wang Xuanji said: "This treasure of yours is a middle-grade item among human artifacts. Even if a martial artist in the Condensing Pulse stage were to come and destroy it, they would have to expend some effort. Do you need to be so tense?"

  The middle-aged man said, "Sorry, it's just that this armor is my family heirloom, so I'm a bit anxious." In front of Wang Xuanji, whose attainments in the art of inscriptions were unparalleled in the entire Tianyun City, and who was at the early stage of his own cultivation, the middle-aged man naturally did not dare to be presumptuous.

  Wang Xuanji looked at Lin Ming, waiting for Lin Ming to explain. As a master of the ancient script himself, Lin Ming naturally couldn't be unaware of the taboo against destroying the script symbols.

  Lin Mingdao said: "Director Wang, I dare to do this naturally with some confidence. Although I can't guarantee that the treasure will not be damaged at all, the damage won't be great, and I have a way to repair it."

  Won't the damage be too great? Using brute force to destroy the texture of the runes that have already merged with the armor, won't the damage be minimal?

  Wang Xuan knitted her brow, not saying a word. Even if Lin Ming destroyed the original pattern on the armor, he couldn't repair it even if he wanted to.

  Lin Mingdao said: "How about this, with my cultivation, destroying the pattern on this armor is not a trivial matter, if Director Wang feels it's not enough, can he stop me?"

  Wang Xuan nodded, this was feasible. The middle-grade armor of the human stage, even if it didn't infuse true yuan, was extremely hard and durable. Even if only destroying the pattern route wasn't something that could be accomplished in a short period of time.

  The middle-aged man had no choice but to accept his fate. He had already decided that as soon as he found anything suspicious, he would immediately take back the armor, and at worst, he wouldn't repair it anymore.

  Lin Ming fixed the armor on the inscription platform, then he retreated one zhang away, holding a gun and shaking it randomly, creating a flower-like pattern in the air. Everyone present was paying attention to Lin Ming's movements, wondering what he was going to do next.