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"[Panhuang Grass]!"
A kind of auxiliary medicine for Core Formation, which can be used to refine the [Dust-Reducing Pill] to improve the quality of Core Formation!
Lin Changheng once obtained a precious medicinal root called [Zhelong Grass] from the Qiu family patriarch, which is also a key auxiliary medicine for the [Dust-Reducing Pill]. It has already been revived and planted, and is now constantly being nurtured.
If he can obtain this precious medicine, then he will have two auxiliary medicines for the [Dust-Reducing Pill] in his hands, taking another step forward in the Core Formation puzzle.
Furthermore, Lin Changheng also obtained [Kui Water Essence], which, as one of the auxiliary ingredients, can be refined into the precious pill [Return to Truth Pill], which increases the chance of forming a core!
"I can't let this opportunity pass me by!"
Lin Changheng's eyes narrowed slightly as he made his decision.
He had accumulated a large sum of spirit stones again, enough to bid on it.
Although he was used to a frugal life and knew the importance of saving when necessary and spending when appropriate.
Why did he show some interest in the [Star Gazing Technique Inheritance] earlier and try to bid, but then decisively withdrew once the price exceeded the limit?
It was because it was just an interest!
He now possessed several techniques. Besides the core [Alchemy Technique], which was crucial and had to be consistently prioritized, he also had the [Array Dao Technique], which was close to the second tier, and the [Puppet Technique] and
[Insect Control Technique], which he hadn't yet begun to study.
Moreover, Yan Mingyi had the [Puppet Technique], whose talent and progress were stronger than his own, and who could provide finished puppets. Why would Lin Changheng bother with it? He wouldn't consider starting it for a long time.
The same applies to [Talisman Arts]. With Tantai Feiyue present, there's no shortage of talismans, so there's no need to delve into their study.
For a group, concentrating resources on major tasks is crucial; for an individual like Lin Changheng, focusing on doing things meticulously and well is equally important.
As for [Beast Taming Arts], Lin Changheng has only formed contracts with three spirit beasts and hasn't deeply studied the art of beast taming, focusing primarily on application, similar to "pet raising."
Therefore, it can't really be considered cultivation; there's no systematic, theoretical mastery or enhancement of related skills and knowledge.
The same goes for [Spirit Plant Techniques]—slice-by-slice learning, only addressing specific problems to cultivate good spiritual herbs.
[Insect Control Techniques] could be studied, but the problem is, without suitable exotic insects, practical application is impossible. Lin Changheng also plans to postpone it, but the practicality of this technique is undeniable. The previous "Insect Demon," with just his insect-controlling skills, instilled fear in cultivators across the Song-Jin region. Its
enhancement in combat is self-evident!
[Alchemy], [Formations], and [Insect Control] are the skills Lin Changheng has decided to primarily cultivate after careful consideration, requiring long-term dedication.
Other skills will be learned selectively, primarily for practical purposes.
But now, with the Core Formation and herbal medicine preparations looming ahead, Lin Changheng has no intention of backing down.
He must compete!
On one hand, he possessed sufficient strength; he had killed late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators before, and wielding the [Dark Radiance Profound Flame], he could even potentially defeat a Pseudo-Core Formation cultivator.
On the other hand, Lin Changheng's identity was concealed.
He was no longer "Alchemist Lin," but a survivor whose family had been wiped out overnight by an enemy, only to be subsequently exterminated by his own enemy.
Later, in the Immortal City, he was ambushed and killed by a desperate criminal.
This was unacceptable in the supposedly peaceful Floating Life Immortal City, and the enforcement team immediately mobilized to kill the criminal.
Because of its rarity, this case was placed on the desk of Bai Hengwan, who was in charge of related matters.
The entire details of the case, including the past experiences and identities of the two individuals, were clearly revealed.
Then, using her authority, she conveniently erased the deceased's past and the news of his death, keeping his innocent identity hidden
for future use.
This person's connections were crystal clear, with the source and subsequent connections all severed, leaving no room for doubt—a perfect "alias."
Since Lin Changheng needed such an identity, Bai Hengwan personally orchestrated it, and the name and background of this cultivator named "Li Feiyu" were bestowed upon Lin Changheng.
Furthermore, subsequent experiences were deliberately added to match Lin Changheng's current cultivation level.
After his family's destruction, this man endured hardship and humiliation, leaving Song with a burning desire for revenge. He traveled to various countries, eventually returning with a Foundation Establishment cultivation level.
With all his former enemies dead and his hatred dissipated, he settled down to focus on forming his core.
...
The reason for this was that Bai Hengwan, after deciding to fully cooperate, proactively suggested it to avoid Lin Changheng acting under his public identity, which would create many concerns
and potentially have negative consequences, even affecting her .
After all, his fame was too great, easily attracting attention and magnifying even minor incidents.
But under another identity, things were different; he could act freely and unrestrainedly.
At the same time, she was about to be involved in some turmoil and didn't want Lin Changheng to be implicated. She provided him with a batch of medicinal herbs and pill formulas, hoping he would quietly refine pills for her.
After a moment's thought, Lin Changheng readily accepted.
Who in the surrounding area didn't know Lin's character? He rarely left his home, incredibly steady.
It was perfectly normal for him to be in seclusion on Jade Belt Lake, refining pills. At this moment, going out to do some things, and having a scapegoat, he could finally clear his name.
"Li Feiyu—"
Lin Changheng sat in the Tianzi Pavilion, watching the box slowly open in the hands of the elegantly dressed old man below, muttering to himself, "I am determined to obtain this!"
Inside the treasure box lay a spirit whisker about three inches long, its entire body displaying magnificent seven-colored hues. It was not an inanimate object; its surface naturally flowed with dreamlike radiance, and faintly, one could hear a clear phoenix cry echoing around it, emanating a noble, pure, and powerful life aura!
The [Dust-Clearing Pill] refined from the [Panhuang Grass] could cleanse and refine the pill, removing impurities and increasing the roundness and potential of the formed pill. For cultivators aspiring to go further on the path of immortality, its value was immeasurable!
After all, forming a false pill, also known as an inferior pill, meant the path to immortality was cut off.
With the announcement from the elderly man in fine clothes, bidding erupted in
waves, soaring ever higher.
From the starting price of eight thousand spirit stones, it climbed straight to ten thousand, then twenty thousand.
And the bidding continued unabated.
Most of the bidders were late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, and many were from the Earth Pavilion.
Among the pseudo-Core Formation cultivators, only one made a token call before quickly falling silent, presumably thinking that if he could get it at the starting price, it wouldn't matter if he didn't.
After all, it was useless to him, and even if he bought it at a high price, he would lose money.
Only when the bidding began to subside did Lin Changheng intervene, offering a price with a premium.
"Twenty-eight thousand spirit stones!"
The remaining two cultivators, judging from their voices, didn't sound old at all, and their voices were full of vigor.
One of their voices even carried a sharp edge, also from the Heaven Pavilion.
Lin Changheng could sense their high spirits just from their voices.
"Twenty-eight thousand five!"
"Twenty-nine thousand!"
They bid again.
"Thirty thousand spirits." Lin Changheng continued bidding without expression.
"Hehe—"
After two more rounds of bidding, suddenly, the sharp-tongued voice stopped bidding and spoke instead, "Ye Wugui, it seems this isn't just a competition between the two of us. I didn't expect another fellow Daoist to be interested as well."
These words resounded throughout the hall, and everyone, including Lin Changheng, had their eyes flash, clearly reacting to the name "Ye Wugui."
A rogue cultivator under the Purple Extreme Sect, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator with powerful methods and fierce fighting skills, he also possessed a magic treasure embryo and had killed many ignorant cultivators.
He had made a considerable name for himself in the Purple Extreme Sect and Floating Life Immortal City.
Lin Changheng had previously dealt with him outside the [Jiazi Secret Realm], trading [Lava Fire Crystal].
Now he had actually encountered him at this auction? It was just that the voice didn't sound quite right, and Lin Changheng hadn't made the connection.
Then, a brief silence fell over a private room on the second floor, followed by a deep laugh, completely different from the previous one. "I didn't expect that even though I was hiding so well, Brother Yi still saw through me so easily. The genius of the [Southern Palace] is indeed worthy of its reputation."
The Southern Palace? A genius surnamed Yi?
The room fell silent again, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All the cultivators looked up, their gazes shifting back and forth between the two rooms from which the voices had come, their eyes filled with surprise and unspoken emotions.
If the top forces within the Song Kingdom, such as the [Purple Extreme Sect] and the [Floating Life Immortal City], were like the
"Azure Sky" floating above everyone's heads, visible to the naked eye, their majesty and power clearly perceptible, then the [Southern Palace] was the "Magnificent Heavenly Dao" hanging high above the Azure Sky, overlooking all living beings, and holding the reins of rules and order!
It transcended the mundane world, rarely seen, but its will was omnipresent, influencing the entire cultivation world of the Song Kingdom.
Normally, forces like the Purple Extreme Sect and Floating Life Immortal City are figures that cultivators in the Song Dynasty would look up to. However, even these top forces must maintain sufficient respect in front of the South Pole Palace.
It's utterly unpredictable! Just like how ordinary people in the mortal world could never witness the grandeur and majesty of royalty.
Therefore, when a prodigy from the South Pole Palace actually appeared before them, the feelings of the cultivators in the hall were self-evident.
But Ye Wugui was clearly not among them, even exchanging barbs with this prodigy surnamed Yi. Clearly, the South Pole Palace wasn't so mysterious to high-level cultivators.
Ye Wugui calmly revealed the other party's identity, then continued:
"As for the other fellow Daoist, you must have some need to bid. Isn't this auction about the highest bidder winning, and only fairness matters? Brother Yi, are you perhaps trying to use our reputations to suppress others?"
"Hmph!"
These sharp yet reasonable words caused Yi Jitian, in the Heavenly Pavilion's private room, to change color instantly, turning red and white, clearly having his true purpose exposed. He was arrogant and proud, originally intending to use this opportunity to force his opponent to back down. Now, having been publicly exposed by Ye Wugui, he felt humiliated and embarrassed.
If he persisted, he would solidify his reputation for using his power to intimidate others, damaging both his and the reputation of the Ji Nan Palace. But if he backed down, it would appear that he was afraid of Ye Wugui, further humiliating him.
Inside the private room, a flash of anger crossed Yi Jitian's eyes, and his fingers tightened slightly on the armrest of his chair.
He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, knowing he couldn't lose his composure at this moment. He forcefully pressed down the heaving head of the kneeling female attendant before him and coldly snorted, his voice carrying a deliberately maintained calm through the room:
"Fellow Daoist Ye, you flatter me. How could I, Yi, be such a despicable person? Since it's a fair bidding process, let's continue!"
Upon hearing this, no one dared to bid again. The cultivators who had previously paused their bidding and observed all gave up.
They couldn't win, and they couldn't afford to offend him!
That was their core idea.
Seeing this, the elderly auctioneer secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly smoothed things over, saying loudly, "Haha, both seniors are reasonable people!
In that case, the auction continues! Senior Yi from Box No. 3 of the Heavenly Pavilion bids 31,000 spirit stones, and Senior Ye from Box No. 7 of the Earthly Pavilion bids 31,500 spirit stones! Any further bids?" His gaze returned to Lin Changheng's box.
"32,000!"
Only Lin Changheng remained unchanged, his price continuing to rise, showing no hesitation or intention to stop.
The bids remained close to 40,000, yet Lin Changheng still stood out, appearing confident and at ease.
Ye Wugui's expression also began to show surprise, repeatedly glancing at Lin Changheng's Heavenly Pavilion. This person, able to sit in the Heavenly Pavilion, must have a different status, strength, or wealth, but he seemed to have no other intentions, displaying a calm acceptance of defeat.
However, Yi Jitian's eyes darkened considerably.
Clearly, this was far from his initial plan, but he had just been roasted over the fire by Ye Wugui and couldn't retaliate.
As the elegantly dressed elder brought down the gavel, Lin Changheng acquired the [Panhuang Grass].
A slight premium was more than enough to justify it.
"Elder Ling?"
"This old servant is here!
" "You—"
At this moment, Yi Jitian suddenly trembled, a strange blush rising to his face. After enjoying the afterglow for a moment, while watching the maid carefully clean the grass, he turned to the elder standing quietly behind him, bowing, and ordered: "—Investigate this person's identity for me, see which noble family he comes from, or a disciple of some sect. If there's an opportunity, we can also cooperate in a trade." "
It's not that I don't have other Core Formation materials, it's just that I happen to lack this one."
Upon hearing this, Elder Ling was also taken aback.
"Young Master—"
A hesitant voice rang out, seemingly unable to understand. In his view, given his young master's temperament, he would most likely hold a grudge against this person and seek an opportunity to retaliate and reclaim the [Phoenix Grass].
But instead, it was so peaceful?
"A scholar should be viewed with new eyes after three days' absence. Doesn't Elder Ling understand such a simple principle?"
Yi Jitian, seeing his robes carefully straightened, tossed a small bag of spirit stones into the arms of the hardworking maid, then looked at the newly started auction in the arena and asked in a slightly distant voice.
Elder Ling's lips twitched slightly, and he immediately gave a dry laugh, "Young Master is right, this old servant was being too swayed by appearances."
But in his heart, he couldn't help but mutter, "It seems that the master's strict confinement order last time had a good effect." But on the surface, he was still flattering and gratified. After all, this young master was someone he had watched over grow up since childhood, and the fact that the other party was successful was not necessarily a bad thing for him.
"Go."
A token shot out.
"Yes!"
Elder Ling immediately departed with the token of the Southern Palace branch.
As long as it didn't involve core interests, using the name of the Southern Palace would earn respect from various forces; reasonable requests would usually be met with a smile and efforts to fulfill them.
However, if a pseudo-Core Formation cultivator was present, they would discover that Elder Ling's aura was as deep and unfathomable as an unfathomable being of the same level.
And for such a cultivator to be merely a servant was simply too unbelievable.
Meanwhile, Lin Changheng had completed another transaction.
His storage bag contained another Core Formation aid.
The resources available to him in his storage bag were still worth over 100,000 spirit stones.
Still plentiful.
The auction continued.
Lin Changheng observed, waiting for an opportunity to make a move.
But he soon discovered that pseudo-Core Formation cultivators were starting to exert their strength, and in this cross-level comparison, Lin Changheng found his financial resources becoming increasingly strained.
He was forced to give up.
Among late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, he was considered wealthy, but compared to a Pseudo-Core Formation cultivator, he was utterly insignificant.
Just as he was pondering whether he could leave, someone, accompanied by a steward from the Immortal City Auction House, knocked on the door of the private room.
Lin Changheng frowned slightly, glancing at the kind-faced old man and the steward beside him, whose expression was clearly troubled and who seemed to be forcing himself to stay. He didn't speak, but simply watched quietly.
"Young Master Li, my master wishes to have a chat with you.
" This old man was none other than Ling Lao, Yi Jitian's servant and a pseudo-core cultivator. His smile was sincere. "I wonder if it's possible to arrange this?"
Lin Changheng didn't answer directly, but instead looked earnestly at the auction house's steward, appearing unhurried: "I wonder if the Immortal City Auction House has any rules requiring guests to accept invitations?"
The steward sighed, a helpless expression on his face. On one side was a distinguished guest from the Heavenly Pavilion, and on the other side was a distinguished guest from the [Southern Palace]. Caught in the middle, he was naturally in a dilemma: "Of course not."
"In that case, I'm afraid I cannot accept your kind offer."
Lin Changheng smiled calmly, directly refusing Ling Lao's offer. "Furthermore, in an auction, arriving uninvited doesn't seem to be very polite."
Without the constraints of status and the possibility of planting seeds of trouble in the future, Lin Changheng naturally possessed a cultivator's arrogance.
"Ahem, that's not how it works."
Elder Ling had a very good temper and wasn't angry at all. On the contrary, he felt that Lin Changheng's composure and defiance in the face of a pseudo-core cultivator whose aura was barely perceptible must have its reasons.
He didn't want to break off relations with this cultivator over such a trivial matter. At least the outward harmony needed to be maintained, so that they wouldn't turn on each other if they met again.
Moreover, he wasn't representing himself, but his young master, so this was even more important—he couldn't cause trouble for his master.
"My young master also possesses some rare resources, comparable to the [Panhuang Grass]. Perhaps we can trade with Young Master Li.
I'm sure you won't suffer any losses."
"Of course, we will also have the auction house steward witness the transaction. Young Master Li can rest assured about that. As for the upcoming auction items, I've already learned about them in advance. They are all quite expensive and suitable for pseudo-core cultivators. Young Master Li probably won't be interested in them, nor would he bother with them."
Elder Ling directly showed his utmost sincerity.
Lin Changheng glanced at the steward, who nodded repeatedly. After a moment's thought, he agreed.
"Since that's the case, very well! Since this fake Core Formation senior has spoken, I shouldn't be so heartless. We might have opportunities to interact in the future. Cutting off our paths wouldn't be good for either of us."
Lin Changheng spoke calmly, even giving Elder Ling a deep look before chuckling softly.
"What trump cards does he have? Powerful talisman treasures? Hidden high-level guards? Or is he just putting on a show?"
Elder Ling's mind raced.
Then he recalled the basic information he had obtained from Kangxian City: this person's family had been wiped out, he had gone into exile, and finally broke through to the Foundation Establishment stage and returned—
the weak becoming strong is not uncommon in the cultivation world. Opportunity is one aspect, but the other is one's Dao heart!
After such a dramatic rise and fall, to be able to rise again, such a person's Dao heart must be extremely resilient.
Without thinking too much about it, Elder Ling led the way directly.
Before long, Lin Changheng met Yi Jitian in the third private room of the Heavenly Class.
"This must be Fellow Daoist Li. I, Yi, greet you warmly."
Yi Jitian took the initiative to greet him, completely without airs, with a warm smile. Lin Changheng was also secretly surprised. He had assumed that with a fake Core Formation, this person was probably a spoiled brat, but he did not expect such an attitude.
Lin Changheng remained outwardly composed, returning the greeting with a perfectly measured distance and caution in his tone: "I, Li, have come to see Fellow Daoist Yi! Fellow Daoist Yi's invitation was against protocol, but Senior Ling's words were so earnest that I agreed to the meeting. I wonder what the specific matter is? Perhaps you could clarify?"
He subtly expressed his reluctance to become entangled with such a powerful figure.
Yi Jitian seemed oblivious to his aloofness, his smile unchanged: "Fellow Daoist Li, your quick wit is admirable. At the auction just now, your awe-inspiring presence was truly impressive. This meeting is for two reasons: firstly, to make your acquaintance, and secondly, to discuss a mutually beneficial deal."
"Please speak."
The two took their seats, exchanged brief pleasantries, and then directly addressed the matter.
Elder Ling and the auctioneer stood on either side, remaining silent.
Yi Jitian cut to the chase: "Fellow Daoist Li, let's not beat around the bush. I was indeed in dire need of the [Panhuang Grass] during the auction.
As that fellow Ye Yagui was right, the highest bidder wins at auctions, and I wouldn't stoop to such a blatant act of force. I see you also seem to have a strong need for Core Formation spiritual items. Perhaps we could cooperate, each getting what we need?"
Lin Changheng hesitated, then replied, "Oh? Cooperation? Please speak, Fellow Daoist Yi."
Yi Jitian smiled slightly, took out a jade box, and opened it. Inside was a spiritual herb, its entire body ice-blue, its leaves like sculptures of black ice, radiating pure, icy spiritual energy.
Lin Changheng subconsciously glanced at the roots below, a habit he'd cultivated over time.
His pupils constricted instantly; there were withered roots in the soil.
Roots!
Lin Changheng's heart pounded.
"This is the [Mysterious Ice Spirit Flame Grass], also a medicinal ingredient for refining the [Dust-Clearing Pill]. It is especially effective in balancing the nascent pill fire within the body and stabilizing the nascent pill. I see that you, fellow Daoist, are cultivating fire techniques and your fire energy is vigorous, which may hinder the flourishing of your pill fire. You should definitely add this to your diet."
Yi Jitian stepped forward to demonstrate and introduce the herb.
Lin Changheng's eyes narrowed slightly again. In this way, this herb was indeed extremely useful and was on his list of items to collect.
Moreover, its roots greatly enhanced its effectiveness.
However, he did not immediately object. Instead, he pondered and said, "Since Fellow Daoist Yi also needs the [Phoenix Grass] for alchemy, why don't you bid for it yourself? With your wealth, it's certainly not a problem."
This was a test, a probe to gauge the other party's true intentions and bottom line.
Yi Jitian sighed, revealing a hint of helplessness: "Fellow Daoist, you may not know, although the [Phoenix Grass] is good, the main ingredient for the pills I need is not this, but something else. However, that main ingredient is extremely rare and requires more spirit stones. Even if I use all my resources, I can only refine one batch, and the success or failure is uncertain. If I could obtain the [Phoenix Grass] from your possession as a backup pill, increasing my chances of success, that would be ideal."
Lin Changheng didn't know how much truth or falsehood this man was saying, nor did he intend to discern it. He was simply secretly considering how to maximize his own benefit.
"I see." Lin Changheng showed a knowing look, as if accepting the explanation, but then changed the subject, "However—the [Panhuang Grass] is quite rare, and while Fellow Daoist Yi's [Mysterious Ice Spirit Flame Grass] is good, in terms of rarity, it seems—"
He deliberately paused, not finishing his sentence, hinting at a possible price gouging.
A subtle, thoughtful glint flashed in Yi Jitian's eyes, but his smile remained gentle: "Fellow Daoist is right. In that case, I'll add another thousand low-grade spirit stones as a token of my sincerity.
Shall we sell?" "That's not what I meant." Lin Changheng shook his head, indicating it wasn't about spirit stones.
"I've been straightforward, without any preamble. If Fellow Daoist Li thinks highly of me, then just state your terms and let's make things clear." Yi Jitian smiled immediately, not wanting to play games.
"Very well."
Lin Changheng pondered for a moment, then said, "I can forgo the additional spirit stones, but the roots of the [Panhuang Grass] have some wonderful uses for me. If Fellow Daoist Yi can agree to let me cut off its roots, as long as the main stem of the medicinal plant is sufficient, this transaction can be finalized." "
I wonder what Fellow Daoist Yi's intentions are?"
Lin Changheng directly mentioned his true purpose. He would
keep the roots and trade the main stem.
Then, he could use the true meaning of the [Rongsheng Divine Power] to repeatedly stimulate and ripen the plant, allowing it to grow again, thus obtaining multiple [Panhuang Grass] medicinal plants.
In addition, with the [Mysterious Ice Spirit Flame Grass] with roots already in hand, the medicinal plants would be even more abundant.
Regardless of the trade, he would not blindly discard the "roots." At the
very least, he would preserve the roots of the [Panhuang Grass]. Even if he traded the main stem of the medicinal plant, there was still a possibility of revival and growth.
"Oh?"
Upon hearing this, Yi Jitian's eyes flashed with genuine surprise. He carefully examined Lin Changheng, seemingly trying to discern something from his expression. Why would someone
blindly abandon readily available spirit stones and instead cling to seemingly less valuable "roots"? This was completely different from his expected direction of bargaining.
"Fellow Daoist Li is indeed—unique,"
Yi Jitian said slowly, his fingertips tapping lightly on the armrest of his chair. "As far as I know, the essence of the [Panhuang Grass]
lies entirely in its main stem. Although the roots also contain spiritual energy, their efficacy in alchemy is far less than that of the main stem. Fellow Daoist's actions have left me somewhat puzzled."
The implication was that he wanted to know if Lin Changheng possessed some unknown secret regarding the uses of the roots.
Lin Changheng had already prepared his explanation, calmly stating, "Fellow Daoist Yi is knowledgeable and insightful; what you say is absolutely correct. The main stem is indeed the essential ingredient. However, my cultivation method is somewhat unique, requiring the use of roots from spiritual plants rich in wood energy and full of vitality to harmonize the fire element within my body. Unfortunately, ordinary spiritual plant roots are insufficient, so the roots of this [Panhuang Grass] are perfect for me. As for alchemy, the main stem is sufficient; the roots are merely auxiliary materials for my cultivation."
This explanation was reasonable; in the world of cultivation, with countless methods, some special needs are perfectly normal.
Although Yi Jitian still harbored doubts, feeling that the other party might be concealing something, he couldn't find any flaws for the time being.
After all, for him, the main stem of the [Panhuang Grass] was the core of refining that crucial elixir; while the roots also had some value, they weren't indispensable.
More importantly, the other party had forfeited spirit stones, saving him an expense, and with the transaction completed and the main stem obtained, his main objective had already been achieved.
After a moment's hesitation, Yi Jitian smiled and said, "I see. Since you have such a need, I will naturally oblige. As you say, I will take the main stem, and you will keep the roots. As for the thousand spirit stones, consider it a token of goodwill between us."
He was quite magnanimous; since the other party had voluntarily given up the spirit stones, he wouldn't haggle over the roots and could even do a favor.
"Thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Yi," Lin Changheng said, cupping his hands in gratitude. "But I absolutely dare not accept the spirit stones."
The transaction was quickly completed.
Lin Changheng carefully cut off the main stem of the [Panhuang Grass], which had the most concentrated spiritual energy, while carefully preserving the roots with moist spiritual soil. Yi Jitian accepted the main stem with satisfaction and handed over the [Mysterious Ice Spirit Flame Grass] along with its roots to Lin Changheng.
After the transaction was completed, the two exchanged a few more polite words before Lin Changheng took his leave.
He then bid farewell to the auction house steward, his words filled with satisfaction and without a trace of blame, which surprised the steward, who secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He resolved to avoid such thankless tasks!
Ignoring the steward's thoughts, Lin Changheng returned to his private room. Looking at the two precious medicinal roots in his hand, an uncontrollable smile finally appeared on his lips.
"As long as the roots remain, the precious herbs will never cease—this time, it's truly a bountiful harvest!"
He was already looking forward to the day when he could use the [Rong Sheng Divine Power] to cultivate a continuous supply of [Panhuang Grass] and [Xuanbing Lingyan Grass]! This was far more significant than a temporary gain of spirit stones!
Perhaps he could even refine multiple batches of [Jiangchen Pills].
Whether for personal use or for other purposes, the gains would be terrifying!
Yi Jitian was truly a good person! Delivering treasures to his doorstep!
On his return journey, Lin Changheng discovered he had acquired an additional "identity," significantly lightening his burden. While
he remained prudent and kind, consistent with his nature, he often lost the drive to challenge others.
Especially now that he possessed power, he needed to provide the necessary explanations.
After all, the purpose of prudentness was to one day no longer be prudent, to stand tall and act freely!
Not to cower for the sake of cowering.
Otherwise, what kind of immortal cultivation would it be!
However, considering his current status, it was difficult to abandon the connections and relationships he had cultivated. He needed to consider the consequences of his actions, whether they would affect his overall steady development, or whether enemies would find him through these clues. This led to a degree of hesitation—
therefore, Lin Changheng thought carefully before acting.
Now, with the identity of "Li Feiyu," a former orphan with no ties and potentially a twisted psyche, Lin Changheng could use this identity when necessary, with far fewer concerns.
Most importantly, the authenticity of this identity has already been verified, fooling Elder Ling and Yi Jitian of the [Southern Palace].
In the Song Kingdom, there are probably very few people with higher status and greater strength than the prodigies of the Southern Palace and the pseudo-Core Formation cultivators.
He also needs to curry favor with the higher-ups of [Floating Life Immortal City] to agree to a thorough investigation, and not just a perfunctory one. Furthermore, this higher-up's status and position must be higher than Bai Hengwan's, and their intuition must be more acute.
But apart from [Qinglan Sanren], Elder Kong, and his few Core Formation disciples, who dares to say their status is higher than Bai Hengwan's?
Therefore, the possibility of Lin Changheng being exposed is, if not one in ten thousand, extremely rare.
"From now on, the world will only have the benevolent Alchemist Lin, and the vengeful Li Feiyu"—"
Lin Changheng sighed, his speed increasing dramatically, already leaving the Immortal City, transforming into a rainbow of light and disappearing.
The matter in the Immortal City was basically settled, and Lin Changheng had no need to stay any longer.
The only thing he needed to do was to visit Jade Capital Mountain.
He didn't want to stay in the Immortal City for long, and with the use of various escape techniques, the Concealing Breath Demon Technique, and the Illusionary Appearance and Teleportation Demon Technique, no one could follow him. When he reappeared, he would be like a completely different person.
Soon, the appointed time arrived.
Lü Tong, riding a cyan magic boat, roared in from the horizon and landed on a mountain shaped like a monkey's paw. He put away the magic boat and looked around.
"Brother Lin?"
He instantly spread his divine sense, carefully scanning the mountaintop, the mountainside, and even the crevices in the rocks, trying to find Lin Changheng's figure. However, apart from rocks, grass, trees, and a few small animals, there was no trace of any cultivator.
He couldn't help but let out a "Huh," a hint of doubt and dissatisfaction on his face. "Could he not be here? Did Brother Lin break his promise?"
Clearly, with his divine sense strength below the sixth level of Foundation Establishment, he couldn't detect Lin Changheng, who had deliberately concealed his aura.
But the next moment, a sudden change occurred!
A fierce divine sense, far stronger, more condensed, and even carrying a hint of oppression than his own, roared in from a seemingly ordinary huge rock behind him, like a sleeping lion awakening!
This divine sense was not an attack, but... With an undeniable air of authority and oppression, like an invisible tide, it instantly suppressed and forced back Lü Tong's outstretched divine sense.
Lü Tong felt as if his divine sense had crashed into an invisible high wall, abruptly halting, an indescribable sense of suffocation instantly forming, as if all the air in the space had been sucked out, making him pause in his breathing! His face instantly turned pale, a trace of horror flashing in his eyes, his body involuntarily swaying slightly, almost losing his footing!
The strength of this divine sense—far surpassed his own! Remarkably powerful and condensed!
"Hiss, so it's Fellow Daoist Lü. I thought it was someone else. Please forgive my intrusion."
A calm voice sounded from behind the rock, filled with deep apology.
Immediately, the light and shadow on the rock surface distorted, and Lin Changheng's figure slowly emerged as if walking out of water.
He was still dressed in the same green robe, but his aura was now quite profound. His gaze calmly fixed on Lü Tong; the terrifying divine sense he had just displayed had receded like a receding tide, as if it had never existed.
Lü Tong was deeply shaken. He quickly steadied himself, forcing a somewhat stiff smile, and cupped his hands, saying, "Brother Lin! So you were already here. It was my poor eyesight that prevented me from noticing. I hope Brother Lin will forgive me!"
In his heart, however, a storm was raging.
How long had it been? This Brother Lin's strength had actually improved to such an extent!
The sheer pressure of that divine sense alone was far beyond his ability to withstand! Any lingering thoughts he might have had vanished instantly in the face of the clearly perceptible difference in strength, leaving only deep awe.
Lin Changheng nodded slightly, ignoring Lü Tong's earlier words, and chuckled before getting straight to the point: "Shall we set off now?"
"Yes! Yes! This way, Fellow Daoist Lin."
Lü Tong smiled obsequiously and immediately led the way.
Lin Changheng followed behind, his hands behind his back, riding on his magic boat.
The two didn't exchange any more words, especially Lü Tong, whose expression clearly held a hint of unspoken thoughts.
Seeing this, Lin Changheng felt his objective had been achieved.
This was a deterrent, a way to dispel any other ulterior motives the other party might harbor, lest they misjudge the situation and cause him trouble.
But how to intimidate him was a matter of consideration for Lin Changheng.
Using magic power or other methods might be effective, but it would be too direct and unfriendly.
After all, it was tantamount to armed conflict.
Divine sense!
It was much gentler.
Now, Lin Changheng's divine sense, with its continued transformation, had improved again.
The range it could cover had reached five hundred zhang!
It was only a hundred zhang away from the limit of late-stage Foundation Establishment divine sense.
Moreover, the Treasure Seed's Spirit-Seizing and Transformation weren't just about the strength of divine sense—that is, the range it could cover—but also density, that is, the degree of condensation.
For Lin Changheng, the former was easier to quantify, but the latter was reflected in the collisions, such as guarding the mind, defending against impacts, suppressing, and even actively launching divine sense attacks.
For example, what Lin Changheng had just done was a powerful divine sense suppressing a weak one; it was a basic application and didn't count as an attack.
In fact, there were no methods for divine sense attacks in the Song-Jin lands.
It was unclear whether it was because divine sense was too mysterious and crucial, and exploration had failed, hence the lack of knowledge; or whether the corresponding methods for utilizing divine sense were blocked by higher-level forces and unknown to most cultivators.
Although its strength couldn't compare to late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, its density was sufficient, even exceeding it by a considerable margin.
For Lü Tong, this collision was no less significant than mercury reacting to pure water.
The effect was immediately apparent
, greatly surprising Lü Tong and suppressing any other thoughts.
...
Under the jurisdiction of Qingxia Temple, all that could be seen were ancient, vast, and majestic mountains.
Yujing Mountain was one of them.
Not only did it possess the grandeur of other mountain ranges, but its five towering peaks, rising abruptly and piercing the clouds, also gave it a wondrous appearance.
This time, with Lü Tong leading the way, there was no need to present visiting cards or explain their purpose; they were directly led in.
Clearly, everyone knew Lü Tong and trusted him to some extent, which granted them the privilege of passage.
"Brother Lin, according to the steward, Aunt He happens to be at the residence. Shall we pay her a visit and trouble you?"
Lü Tong asked Lin Changheng's opinion as he flew.
After all, Lin Changheng and Aunt He had been introduced by him before and had some business dealings, so it was best to ask.
If Lin Changheng agreed, they would go together to see him; however, if he felt it inappropriate, he could finish his business first and visit him later.
Either way, it wouldn't be a big deal.
This was also where Lü Tong's shrewdness lay.
"Since we're here, let's go see him. We can also ask Master He for a drink,"
Lin Changheng said after a moment's thought, nodding in agreement.
"Alright,"
Lü Tong replied telepathically to the male cultivator from Qingxia Temple who was leading the way, who was also the steward of Yujing Mountain. The man glanced back at the two of them, said nothing more, and turned to fly towards another mountain peak.
Lin Changheng and Lü Tong followed behind.
They remembered that last time they came, a female cultivator had greeted them; now it was a male cultivator. This meant the former's mission period had ended.
It wasn't like that unlucky fellow from the Ziji Sect at Jade Belt Lake, who was directly killed by the calamity cultivator without any chance to resist or even react. Of course, Lin Changheng had also avenged this woman, killing all the future calamity cultivators.
Even the mastermind behind it all, a fake alchemist, paid the price, being publicly killed and beheaded.
One wonders if he could rest in peace knowing this.
A strange peak resembling an ancient immortal embracing the moon stood before them. Suddenly, the array opened automatically, and a large, melodious female cultivator's voice echoed:
"An old friend has arrived. We apologize for not welcoming you properly."
"I have prepared fragrant tea and will welcome you with open arms."
Lin Changheng didn't need to think much; he knew these polite words were directed at him. After all, Master He Fu regarded Lü Tong as a junior relative and would certainly not act this way.
Lin Changheng hadn't received such treatment before, but now, having advanced to a second-tier high-grade alchemist, he had the right to treat her as an equal.
If last time Lin Changheng traded the [Youth Preservation Pill], it was about seeking equal treatment,
this time, her haughty demeanor truly softened.
Having grasped this point, Lin Changheng chuckled inwardly, nodded calmly, and entered the main hall with Lü Tong.
This time, he didn't see the languid female cultivator seated high above. As soon as Lin Changheng stepped across the threshold, He Yunshu, the talisman master, dressed in a different style of purple dress, personally greeted him with a beautiful smile.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, it's been a long time. I wonder what brings you to Jade Capital Mountain?"
Lü Tong tactfully stepped aside, standing quietly and letting the two exchange pleasantries without saying or watching, maintaining his proper position.
Lin Changheng bowed respectfully, "I heard from Fellow Daoist Lü that there is a senior second-tier high-grade array master on Jade Capital Mountain with extraordinary skills. I've come to ask him to set up a second-tier high-grade array for my Daoist temple to protect its foundation."
"Since you're here, I thought it would be a long time since I've seen Fellow Daoist He, so I came to pay my respects."
He finished speaking with a smile.
Upon hearing this, He Yunshu's beautiful eyes flashed with understanding. Setting up a second-tier high-grade array was a big business, costing tens of thousands of spirit stones.
Moreover, it was an extremely meticulous job. Besides refining the array plate according to the requirements, it also required personally selecting the points, setting the foundation, and arranging the array. It was quite difficult and extremely troublesome.
The fee was even higher than that forging a second-tier high-grade spiritual weapon.
She stepped aside to lead the way: "Fellow Daoist Lin, why don't you have a cup of tea with me first, and then I will personally introduce you to me."
"The person Fellow Daoist Lin is referring to is Array Master Wang. He's currently in seclusion at the Daoist temple and hasn't gone out. However, he has a rather eccentric temperament. He needs to provide the materials he needs for setting up arrays, and it depends on whether they suit his taste. I can only act as an intermediary; whether it works or not depends on Fellow Daoist Lin personally speaking with Array Master Wang."
"Thank you for the introduction, Fellow Daoist He." Lin Changheng nodded, understanding.
It's normal for capable people to have some quirks. As a second-tier high-grade alchemist, he was in a similar position and understood this quite well.
As long as the skill is profound and the quality of the refined product is up to standard, these are not problems.
But Lin Changheng hadn't expected He Yunshu to offer to personally introduce him. This would certainly be better than Lü Tong in terms of both face and effect, which was foreseeable.
He naturally wouldn't refuse, accepting the kindness extended by the other party, and immediately thanked her.
At the same time, a thought flashed through his mind, remembering the [Treasure Talisman] that this woman had refined.
Of the six talismans he acquired, five were genuine and one was a semi-finished product.
He used the speed-enhancing talisman during the beast tide in the Endless Wilderness; its explosive speed was truly astonishing, and combined with his escape technique, it allowed him and Mo Zhaoli to retreat unscathed.
This experience further fueled Lin Changheng's desire for talismans.
Moreover, with continued nurturing, their power would only grow more terrifying.
Currently, he had four genuine talismans and one semi-finished product remaining.
The deeper nurturing time for some of them was nearly thirty years!
"Since I'm already here, why not try again? If I can obtain a few more talismans, wouldn't I be even more confident in using them in battle?"
Lin Changheng's thoughts raced.
Most importantly, his [Deep Lake Spirit Clam Seed] was currently at the fifth level of Spirit Seizing, although it lacked the water-based [Netherworld Essence Blood] to complete its final transformation.
However, it still had enough to nurture five talismans simultaneously! And Little White could help.
Unfortunately, the near-third-tier spiritual land in that desolate area last time lacked lakes and swamps, so the water-attribute [Netherworld Beasts] were not encountered. This meant that of Lin Changheng's many ready-to-be-completed fifth-tier treasure seeds, only the [Deep Lake Spirit Clam Treasure Seed] had not yet been transformed.
Otherwise, the quantity and efficiency of nurturing would have been even greater.
The remaining [Black Armor Earth Turtle Treasure Seed], [Azure Mist Toad Treasure Seed], and [Mysterious Peak Bald Eagle Treasure Seed] had all been transformed, successively obtaining [Earth Control Demon Technique], [Illusion Demon Technique], and [Insight Demon Technique]. Moreover, the high-grade essence blood required for the fourth-tier [Crimson-Eyed Fire Demon Treasure Seed] was also prepared.
"Fellow Daoist He—"
The two chatted for a long time, and Lin Changheng also took the opportunity to learn about the power situation of the [Qingxia Temple] area and
the situation of the other three peak masters of [Yuxing Mountain].
It must be said that the quality of the fellow cultivators of [Yuxing Mountain] was quite high.
All of them possessed two superior-grade skills!
Furthermore, the five peak masters had also established a gentleman's agreement: if anyone were to leave, the new recruit must not only be of upright character and good reputation, but also possess a superior-grade skill in the second level of martial arts.
At that time, the four of them would agree to advance and retreat together, establishing these conditions.
Even the lord of the spiritual land, Qingxia Temple, could not arbitrarily object or lease the land to others; otherwise, if the four of them left together for the territory of another sect, the resulting impact would be considerable.
"What is it? Fellow Daoist Lin, please speak frankly."
Looking at Lin Changheng's words and demeanor, He Yunshu's eyes were deep, thoughtful, yet she chuckled softly.
Lin Changheng suddenly seemed to have his thoughts exposed, and smiled slightly embarrassedly, then continued, "Fellow Daoist He has keen insight; my thoughts are indeed not hidden from you. Besides visiting Wang Zhen, I also wish to purchase a few more precious talismans from you, just in case. After all, the border is currently unstable, and having more resources is always beneficial."
He Yunshu's smile remained unchanged upon hearing this. She lightly tapped the table with her fingertips, producing a crisp sound, but did not immediately produce any talismans. Instead, she changed the subject, her tone carrying a hint of a businessman's shrewdness:
"Fellow Daoist Lin is an acquaintance and a regular customer, so I won't beat around the bush. I do indeed have a few precious talismans to keep under wraps."
She paused slightly, observing Lin Changheng's reaction, before signaling Lü Tong to leave and continuing to present her conditions.
...
Standing outside, Lü Ya felt like an outsider.
Aunt He, who was usually extremely kind to him, suddenly changed in front of Alchemist Lin.
Not only did they offer him no words of concern, but they barely even glanced at him, and even more so, they would occasionally drive him away from the scene.
Although he was perceptive and didn't take it to heart, the subconscious sense of disappointment was still unavoidable.
About half an hour later, Lin Changheng and He Yunshu emerged one after the other, one with a satisfied look on his face, the other looking smug.
"Lu Ya, come with us."
He Yunshu called out, and flew away with Lin Changheng.
==
After the Three Hills.
Lin Changheng flew away alone from [Jade Fortune Mountain], going ahead.
Wang Zhen would design and refine the array flags and array plates according to Lin Changheng's needs before going to Qiyue Island to set up the array.
As for "the materials needed for setting up the array also need to be brought by oneself," Wang Zhen didn't mention it at all. Obviously, Lin Changheng's status as a second-grade high-level pill cultivator and his close relationship with Elder Heng, a third-grade pill cultivator, had made him want to befriend him.
There's a saying that goes, "When you become excellent, you'll find that everyone around you is a good person.
" Clearly, the eccentric Wang Zhen wasn't so eccentric when facing Lin Changheng. He
became exceptionally warm and talkative.
The cooperation was easily finalized.
However, upon arriving at the border between Qingxia Temple and Ziji Sect, an unexpected situation arose.
The border between the territories of the [Qingxia Temple] and the [Ziji Sect] lies a mountain range stretching for hundreds of miles, particularly rugged yet not very high, called "Fallen Dragon Ridge."
Legend has it that in ancient times, a true dragon fell here, its bones forming the mountain ridge, its blood staining the earth, making the spiritual energy here abundant, yet carrying a faint, almost imperceptible, fierce aura.
It is not suitable for cultivators to reside and cultivate for long.
At this moment, Lin Changheng is riding a blue magic boat, like a streak of light sweeping across the sky, about to traverse "Fallen Dragon Ridge."
He is no longer the "Alchemist Lin" he once was; he has subtly adjusted his form and appearance, traveling in a different guise.
Dressed in black, with a dark complexion and unremarkable features, he possesses a resolute air and unwavering gaze.
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It gave off an aura of unwavering resolve.
It was none other than the appearance of "Li Feiyu," whose last appearance was at the Immortal City auction.
Previously, Lin Changheng had traveled between the [Purple Extreme Sect] and [Azure Cloud Temple] via [Floating Life Immortal City], but now, too lazy to go around, he flew directly across "Falling Dragon Ridge," a much faster route.
It saved at least five hundred li of travel.
It was dusk, the setting sun like blood, dyeing the western sky a poignant crimson. The blood-red glow splashed across the jagged peaks below, gilding the dark green primeval forest with an ominous red edge.
Shadows loomed in the deep canyon, like the open jaws of a giant beast.
Lin Changheng remained calm, a faint spiritual light enveloping his magic boat, isolating it from the howling mountain winds and the pervasive malevolent aura.
His sharp gaze swept over the terrain below, seemingly pondering the truth of the fallen dragon's words. After all, a true dragon was one of the most powerful spirits in the world; if any essence blood remained, perhaps even a single drop could successfully seize its spirit.
Thinking this, he didn't stop urging the magic boat forward without pause.
Suddenly, his brow furrowed, and the boat's speed subtly decreased. He
abruptly turned his head, staring intently in a certain direction.
His extremely keen divine sense and five senses detected a faint, chaotic fluctuation of spiritual energy emanating from there, accompanied by several sharp metallic clangs, simultaneously stirring up a powerful shockwave.
"A fight?"
Lin Changheng's eyes narrowed, and instantly, three lights converged in his eyes. It seemed as if another illusory eye quietly opened within his pupils, casting a "divine light" forward like a torch.
Sure enough, someone was fighting!
And the commotion seemed to be getting closer and closer; they were fighting, moving, and chasing each other!
However, in this kind of place, killing and robbing, and feuds were commonplace.
He wasn't one to meddle in other people's business, so he didn't hesitate to pour his magic power into the magic boat beneath his feet. The bow of the boat sank, and it shot downwards.
In a short while, it disappeared into the dense forest below, leaving no trace in mid-air.
That wasn't enough. Lin Changheng immediately used the [Concealing Breath Demon Technique], and his aura became ethereal, blending into the surrounding environment. Unless a Core Formation cultivator carefully scanned it with their divine sense, they probably wouldn't be able to detect it at all.
Once the opponent finishes fighting and flees, they won't stay long, allowing me to continue my journey.
With this thought in mind, the next instant, several rapid whooshing sounds approached from afar!
Above the dense forest ahead, two slightly unsteady streaks of light were desperately fleeing, one blue and one white. Closely following behind were three other streaks of light, each a different color but equally menacing, relentlessly pursuing them!
"Whoosh!"
A crimson fire arrow shot from behind, accurately striking the edge of the white streak of light. Fortunately, a magical shield opened in time, blocking it and exploding into a burst of flames.
However, the white streak of light still trembled violently, its speed drastically reduced, and its light dimmed somewhat.
Clearly, it had been significantly affected.
This slowdown allowed it to close the distance again with the three pursuing streaks of light.
"Whoosh!"
A "stinking blood net" unfurled in the air, flying in from behind, accompanied by a series of wailing sounds, directly enveloping the area overhead.
Another enormous hand, formed from magical power, like a giant reaching into a bag, also reached down to grab the white beam of light! Attacked from above and below, it seemed poised to completely trap the white beam!
Unable to escape any longer, the white beam had no choice but to reveal itself and confront the attack directly.
It was a figure dressed in white robes, disguised as a male cultivator. Tall and slender, with a crown binding his hair, a handsome face, bright eyes, and white teeth—unsurprisingly, a strikingly handsome man.
But with Lin Changheng's keen eyesight, he immediately recognized that this person was clearly a woman disguised as a man!
And she looked somewhat familiar.
Although he was hiding below, he had been keeping an eye on the situation in the sky, so that if anything seemed amiss, he could make a quick decision and flee immediately.
Just at this critical moment,
"Clang!"
A clear and melodious sword cry, like the cry of a crane in the heavens, suddenly rang out!
Another fleeing azure light, although it had rushed dozens of feet in one breath, did not take the opportunity to accelerate and escape, letting its fellow Daoists behind it take the fall for it. Instead, it twisted halfway, forming an arc, and was about to return to the side of the white fleeing light.
From the sleeve of this person's robe, a rainbow light was summoned, which then burst into a dazzling azure light, transforming into a resolute azure rainbow. It did not attack the blood net or the giant hand, but used offense as defense, directly piercing the late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator among the three behind who was controlling the blood net!
This person's cultivation level was now fully revealed; he was indeed at the late Foundation Establishment stage.
"You're courting death!" The cultivator was both shocked and enraged, not expecting the two opponents to dare counterattack against three. He hurriedly focused on manipulating the blood net to try and block the fierce sword strike, while simultaneously summoning a bone shield to protect himself.
"Pfft!"
The azure sword light was incredibly sharp, directly tearing a corner of the hastily defending blood net. Its momentum was slightly reduced, but it still struck the bone shield fiercely!
"Bang!" The bone shield flashed with spiritual light, and the late Foundation Establishment cultivator was shaken, his body trembling. The blood net also lost control, collapsing in mid-air.
In this brief moment gained, the cultivator in the white escape light also unleashed a chilling attack!
First, he violently crushed a talisman, unleashing a powerful burst of icy energy that instantly froze and slowed the approaching void hand!
She glared at the relentless pursuing enemy, her eyes flashing with resentment. Then, gritting her teeth, she flipped her hand and produced a long, narrow yellow talisman, which she held tightly in her grasp.
In that instant, everyone present, including Lin Changheng, sensed a hidden, powerful aura emanating from it. Those whose divine senses inadvertently touched it immediately felt a faint, pricking sensation.
A talisman!
Those present were not ignorant or slow-witted; some were late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, well-versed in their field, while others, like Lin Changheng, were mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators wielding talismans.
They instantly recognized the object: without a doubt, it was a talisman!
Held in the hand of this woman disguised as a man.
Lin Changheng reacted even faster, his eyes flashing like lightning. He could even see clearly that the center of the talisman was engraved with a square [gold brick].
It was very likely an offensive talisman.
Although the treasure's light was dim and its spiritual energy was lacking, clearly indicating it wouldn't be used many times, its deterrent power was still immense once it was taken out.
The three pursuing cultivators' fear was palpable, and they immediately scattered, keeping a safe distance to avoid being caught in the crossfire of the talisman's attack.
However, they still showed no intention of turning back, instead hovering in the distance with cold expressions, like mortals encountering wolves on a narrow path, waiting for an opportunity to devour them.
Clearly, they were certain that the woman was nearing the end of her rope, capable of using the talisman at most once. As long as they didn't gather together, they could only kill one at most, and the remaining two, facing two exhausted cultivators who had lost their support, would be easy prey.
Moreover, with two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators and one peak Foundation Establishment cultivator, they could easily defeat the two in a three-on-two confrontation!
"Buzz!"
A resolute glint flashed across the white-robed female cultivator's face as she frantically poured her mana into the talisman in her hand!
Instantly, the talisman blazed with brilliant light, and a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine suddenly revived and surged forth, as if a slumbering ancient dragon was slowly opening its cold eyes!
That oppressive power had clearly reached the level of a True Core magic weapon!
"Not good! It's a True Core talisman! Retreat!"
The scarred man at the head of the group, his face contorted in horror, unleashed his peak Foundation Establishment power and retreated violently!
Core Formation cultivators include those at the False Core, True Core, and Golden Core stages.
The magic weapons of Core Formation cultivators naturally correspond to False Core, True Core, and Golden Core magic weapons.
Talismans crafted by extracting one or two tenths of the power of a magic weapon are also naturally classified as False Core, True Core, or Golden Core.
Generally, it's assumed that Golden Core magic weapons and talismans are stronger, True Core next, and False Core even weaker.
However, there are exceptions. If better materials are obtained, and the refining process is more meticulous, time-consuming, and laborious, a False Core cultivator might also obtain a more powerful magic weapon.
Such exceptions are rare, and this simple, highly accurate understanding is favored by most cultivators; it's generally considered correct.
The other two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators were terrified, abandoning their attacks and desperately fleeing backward, fearing they'd be crushed to dust by the True Core level power if they were even a step too slow!
They never imagined that the talisman in the hands of this exhausted female cultivator was actually at the True Core level!
However, just as they hastily retreated, straining to maintain their defenses, unsure of which of the three would be hit, and nervously watching the increasingly bright talisman, preparing to withstand a True Core attack, a cunning and ruthless glint flashed in the white-robed female cultivator's eyes. She abruptly stopped channeling her magic power!
The talisman's intensely shining light, seemingly about to explode, suddenly extinguished like a rooster being choked! The suffocating True Core pressure also receded like a tide, vanishing without a trace! It
was a fake!
It was just a feint!
"She had no ability, or rather, no intention of truly activating this precious True Core Talisman! She merely used a trace of its natural aura to create the illusion that it was about to be activated!" "
Damn it! How dare you play us!"
The scarred man was stunned for a moment, then reacted, his face instantly turning a deep purplish-red, a surge of overwhelming rage from being tricked rising to his head! He felt like a clown being manipulated by the other party!
In that split second, as the other party's mind was momentarily blank due to the feint,
"Now!"
The white-robed female cultivator disguised as a man and the green-robed female cultivator beside him, whose face had also turned pale after the flying sword strike, moved almost simultaneously!
Instead of attacking forward, the two turned around again without hesitation, pouring their remaining mana into their escape light, like two startled hawks, flying desperately in the opposite direction from their pursuers at a speed three times faster than before!
The turn of events was too sudden. By the time the scarred man and his two companions recovered from their fury at being tricked, the two had already vanished hundreds of feet away!
They flew directly above Lin Changheng.
"Chase them! Chase them! I'll tear those two bastards apart and refine their souls!" The scarred man was so angry he almost vomited blood. He roared and took the lead in the chase, with the other two quickly following.
However, this brief delay allowed the distance between the two sides to widen again.
"Where do you think you're going!"
The scarred man roared in fury, holding nothing back any longer. With the enhancement of his magic, he rapidly closed the distance, getting closer and faster than the other two! Then, a nine-ringed broadsword appeared in his hand, its blade wreathed in dark,
malevolent energy, and he slashed out fiercely! A ten-zhang-long black blade aura, like a blade wielded by a demon god from hell, tore through space with a shrill, ghostly howl, and slashed fiercely towards the backs of the two figures! Its power far surpassed that of before.
This strike was clearly intended to leave the two of them completely behind!
"This is truly dangerous—"
Lin Changheng, hidden in the forest like a withered tree, watched this scene, knowing that the best outcome was that one of them would be killed, and the worst outcome would be that both of them would be cut in half with a single strike, their bodies cleaved into four pieces.
But he remained unmoved.
At this moment, he had already recognized who the white-robed female cultivator disguised as a man was.
This was the same Fellow Daoist Yun who had come to him back in the Floating Life Immortal City, bringing a fifty-year-old Nine-Leaf Purple Ganoderma lucidum in exchange for a Foundation Establishment Pill.
He hadn't expected that after decades apart, their reunion would be marked by a separation of life and death.
But—so what?
Lin Changheng had lived for over a hundred years, and had met countless fellow Daoists, both once and twice. Countless cultivators had sought pills from him. If he were to feel sorrow and grief for every death, or even offer assistance, he would be too busy.
Therefore, he wouldn't intervene forcefully or take direct action; he would remain calm.
But given this past connection, if they were truly decapitated and left to rot in the wilderness, Lin Changheng would collect their remains and provide them with a proper burial. He wouldn't be so cold-blooded.
But then, a flicker of light crossed Lin Changheng's eyes; he sensed something amiss.
That glimmer of golden light—
a fleeting, suppressed golden light that vanished at the core of the talisman…
"Hiss! So that's it—things have probably changed."
Lin Changheng suddenly realized that this woman wasn't powerless to activate it, but rather waiting for the perfect moment! Her previous show of weakness and feigned activation were all to lure her opponent closer so she could unleash this true killing blow!
The moment this thought was formed, just as Lin Changheng had predicted, a sudden change occurred!
The white-robed female cultivator, whose aura had previously appeared "weak" and who was "fleeing," abruptly stopped her escape and turned around!
Her face no longer held any panic or despair, only a chilling killing intent. Her hand, which had been tightly gripping the talisman and seemingly suppressing its fluctuations, now not only didn't withdraw its power, but instead poured the last of her pure mana, along with a mouthful of her life essence, into it without hesitation!
"Buzz!!!"
This time, it was no longer a bluff!
With a clear shout, the golden brick talisman suddenly erupted with a dazzling golden light that seemed to devour the heavens and earth. Within the golden light, a palm-sized, square golden brick phantom, engraved with profound cauldron patterns, materialized. Though merely a phantom, it exuded a terrifying pressure capable of suppressing everything and annihilating all laws!
This golden brick phantom spun rapidly, seemingly slow, but actually faster than lightning, instantly traversing hundreds of feet, effortlessly shattering the sharp black blade energy, and appearing before the scarred man!
"What? How is this possible?" The scarred man's pupils constricted, his forward momentum unstoppable. He only had time to utter a half-uttered, horrified roar before the golden brick phantom, carrying the force of a mountain being thrown, crashed down upon him!
"Boom!!!"
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a muffled, drum-like thud!
The scarred man's protective aura, the nine-ringed broadsword he wielded, his defensive inner armor, and the light of his defensive talismans all shattered like paper under the impact of the golden brick!
His bones were broken, and he plummeted from the sky like a tattered sack, crashing into the ground and creating a deep crater, his flesh mangled and lifeless!
A gentle breeze then reduced him to ashes.
The once ferocious Foundation Establishment peak cultivator had, in the blink of an eye, been reduced to a dead dog.
"What?"
The other two late-Foundation Establishment cultivators who had been chasing him were shocked. Looking at the golden brick's phantom, which had flown back and hovered above the white-robed female cultivator's head, their throats tightened and their throats went dry. The
True Core Talisman Treasure was too astonishing!
The scarred man had been incredibly powerful and skilled; he had once been attacked by two peak cultivators of the same level, even injuring one of them, and had escaped unscathed.
As a result, Ju Fan was easily defeated by a mere late-stage Foundation Establishment female cultivator who used a
simple trick, striking him head-on with a talismanic treasure. If they hadn't known that the two female cultivators' mana was exhausted, they would have surely turned and fled. However, the power of the talismanic treasure had made them hesitant to act rashly.
The four of them stood motionless for a strange moment, facing each other.
The two female cultivators were forced to retreat due to depleted mana and exhaustion.
The two pursuing male cultivators, while possessing ample mana in their dantian and in good physical condition, dared not move—
different reasons leading to the same result, a situation that was undeniably amusing.
The standoff lasted for half an incense stick's time. Finally, the talisman on the white-robed female cultivator's head gave way, humming as its light faded, transforming back into a talisman that floated into the hall.
The little mana they had painstakingly gathered during this time was instantly rekindled; knowing there was no escape, they were ready for a decisive battle.