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Taoist of Mengzhou, Black Shores Consultant, feng shui master, and veteran forum dweller. Easygoing and well-traveled, Buling will "bling" whatever you seek.
Evaluation Basis: [Spectral Examination Report RA1556-G] Resonance duration unknown. Tacet Mark located on the right side of the neck. Rabelle's Curve displays stable convergence: classified as a Natural Resonator. The subject shows exceptional sensitivity to Reverberation frequencies and is often disturbed by sounds imperceptible to others. Examination confirms that these perceived "hallucinations" are in fact the result of an unusually heightened perception of Reverberations. The subject reports training in her sect's Lightning Qi cultivation techniques since childhood. She currently demonstrates the ability to channel environmental frequencies through various spellcasting media and formations to summon lightning. Comparison of Resonance patterns revealed no significant matches. The source of Resonance remains undetermined. Notes: What puzzles me most as a researcher is how accurate her divinations always are. Whenever she returns to the Black Shores for routine health checks, we take the opportunity to ask for a reading. At this point, half the department respectfully calls her Taoist Master.
Many have wondered whether the Master Exorcist's tinted sunglasses hold any special powers—blocking disturbances, perhaps? Or identifying demons and deities? When Buling finally bought this stylish pair in a bustling store, she just wanted another shiny accessory to brighten her look. Still, somewhere deep down, she might have desired such speculations. After all, it's the fanciful meanings people project onto an object that make it worth more than its price.
On her first few trips down the mountain, Buling used to stuff her talismans into her pockets, only to pull them out all wrinkled when it came time to fight. Sometimes they even scattered across the ground, leaving her scrambling in a panic to gather them up during a fight. To save herself from further embarrassment, she repurposed a charming little casket she found, refitting it to hold an entire stack of talismans and adding a few convenient extras: navigation, feng shui reading, and fortune-telling. As for what the casket originally carried, well… probably bubble gum.
As Buling grew older and her Forte matured, the noises in her ears grew sharper, impossible to ignore. Beyond the temple's walls, she couldn't keep chanting to hold them back the way she could in quiet practice. The relentless clamor gnawed at her mind. Then one day, dazed and aching after dragging someone out of a swarm of Tacet Discords, that person gently placed a Huaxu Academy's invention on her head. In that instant, her world fell completely silent.