Cultivation: From Servant to Revered Immortal

Chapter 335: Chapter 83: The Expert Arrives, Talisman Pen Acquired!

”Ghost Spirit!”

Song Yuheng’s face turned grim, urgently saying:

”Quick, disperse them. If that group behind approaches, we definitely won’t escape!”

As he spoke, he opened his mouth, releasing a flying knife, which slashed at the gray shadow in front of him.

Crack!

In an instant, the gray shadow was split in two.

However, a strange scene occurred; after being divided, the gray shadow quickly reformed, though it appeared much dimmer.

”Ghost Spirit Shadow Shura!”

Song Yuheng’s face changed dramatically. Though this creature wasn’t highly powerful, it was extremely troublesome. Within the ghostly mist, even as a Core Formation Cultivator, he found it hard to destroy.

”Who has a Thunder Talisman!” Song Yuheng called out urgently.

To deal with this creature, only thunder attribute techniques could destroy it!

”I have it!”

Xuan Feizi, with a serious expression, patted his Storage Bag and took out three dazzling blue talismans, throwing them at the dozen or so black shadows.

”Boom!”

Dozens of lightning bolts fell instantly, striking those black shadows.

A series of unpleasant screeches were heard, and the black shadows vanished, leaving a hollow area of several dozens of feet.

”Go!”

Seeing this, Xuan Feizi shouted loudly, flipped onto the Flying Ship, with mana surging underfoot.

Master Hu Kui and Song Yuheng also hurriedly jumped onto the Flying Ship, which turned into a white light darting away under Xuan Feizi’s control.

Upon this sight, the ghostly mist behind split into countless dense shadows, covering the sky, chasing after the two.

The three took turns driving the Flying Ship, fleeing towards Fengyuan City!

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Fengyuan City.

After guiding Wenn Siyue that day, Zhou Xun returned to his residence.

Meanwhile, news of Master Wangchuan’s arrival spread among the Core Formation cultivators of Fengyuan City.

To the Core Formation cultivators of Fengyuan City, even though Master Wangchuan was a newly advanced Core Formation, he had congealed a High-Grade True Pill.

A future certainty as a late-stage Core Formation cultivator.

Who would not wish to befriend him?

If one could become close friends with him, who in all Fengg Country would dare underestimate him in the future?

Thus, many came to visit him.

That day, Zhou Xun had just sent off Xuan Hongzi from the Profound Cloud Sect, and was meditating and cultivating in his temporary Cave Mansion.

Suddenly, a streak of fire flew in, hovering above the Restriction.

It turned out to be a Sound Transmission Talisman.

It seemed someone else had come to visit.

During this period, Zhou Xun had met no less than ten Core Formation cultivators.

Except for those not in Fengyuan City, he had seen almost everyone.

Including Song Shiweng, the True Pill stationed in Fengyuan City at the time.

Due to its special location, Fengyuan City had the three great influences rotate a True Pill cultivator to oversee it every thirty years.

Zhou Xun flicked his finger, and a Spirit Light fell on the Sound Transmission Talisman.

An elderly voice came out.

”I am Zhao Zhiyang, having heard that Master Wangchuan is here, I have come to pay my respects!”

”Zhao Zhiyang?”

Zhou Xun was initially puzzled, the name seemed familiar.

After recalling for a long time, he remembered that this was the name of Master Tianyang, the Grand Elder of the Qingyu Sect; it turned out to be him.

If he were a Fake Pill cultivator, Zhou Xun wouldn’t have needed to see him.

This person was an old established True Pill, holding a high position and controlling a sect, so Zhou Xun also wanted to meet him.

Thus, he stopped cultivating and walked out of the Cultivation Room.

He went to the yard and opened the door.

A white-haired old man with a lean face, wearing a Feather Crane Daoist Robe, stood at the door, looking over with a smiling expression.

”I am Zhao Zhiyang, and I have met Master Wangchuan!”

The old man, facing Zhou Xun, a later advancing True Pill cultivator, did not impose, but rather greeted proactively, which inspired goodwill.

With such courtesy, Zhou Xun laughed heartily, cupping his hands in return, saying:

”When I was in Xui Country, I heard of Master Tianyang’s name; now that the master visits in person, it is truly an honor for Zhou Mou!”

”Please, let’s talk inside!”

As he spoke, he gestured with his hand to invite him in.

”Please!”

Master Tianyang did the same, and shortly after, the two entered the yard together.

In the reception hall.

Zhou Xun sat in the host’s seat, and Master Tianyang in the guest’s seat.

”I’ve long heard that Master Wangchuan congealed a High-Grade True Pill in less than a hundred years, the first True Pill in Fengg and Xuu Countries in thousands of years! Seeing it with my own eyes, the reputation is well-deserved!”

Master Tianyang expressed with emotion.

Upon seeing Zhou Xun earlier, he couldn’t help but be shocked by Zhou Xun’s age.

He originally thought the rumor of Master Wangchuan forming a Core at seventy was mere hearsay.

But seeing today, it almost shattered his Dao heart.

He had once practiced a strange technique; with just a glance, he could roughly estimate the age of the person.

And at this moment, if he hadn’t sensed wrongly, the gentlemanly and handsome young man before him was not even eighty.

Considering the rumors of his Core Formation had been circulating for years, it appeared the unbelievable tale of forming a Core at seventy was actually true.

If so, then the person before him probably congealed more than just a High-Grade True Pill.

Shortly after his Core Formation, he had left Fengg Country, traveling through the Eastern Wilderness, with vast experiences.

Reflecting upon this, he couldn’t help feeling grateful for his decisions in the past few days!

”Master exaggerates, Zhou Mou merely got lucky and broke through with the first Core Formation!” Zhou Xun shook his hand modestly.

”Daoist Zhou is too humble. For us to cultivate to our current level, isn’t it the result of extraordinary fortune? Daoist Zhou is truly someone of great fortune!”

Soon, the two exchanged words back and forth, chatting for a long time, gradually beginning to address each other as old friends.

It was then that Master Tianyang spoke of his purpose for visiting.

”I heard that Brother Zhou came here to order a Tier Three Talisman Pen?”

”Indeed, I didn’t expect this matter to also reach your ears!” Zhou Xun nodded. Every time a visitor came, he would inquire about the talisman pen, with Fake Pill from Qingyu Sect visiting before.

It’s not surprising that Master Tianyang knew of this.

However, for him to proactively inquire about it today, perhaps...

Zhou Xun’s heart moved, and he quickly looked at Master Tianyang.

Master Tianyang merely smiled lightly, reaching to his waist to produce a foot-long wooden box in his hand.

”If so, it’s quite the coincidence. My Qingyu Sect happens to have a Tier Three Low-Grade Talisman Pen, used by an ancestor from the past!”

”This pen is called ’Jin Zhu’, crafted from Tier Three Middle-Grade Wolf Demon hair and Tier Three High-Grade Five Spirits Bamboo, used by the Talisman Master Master Jin Zhu of our sect in the past,”

”Among the Tier Three Talisman Pens, it’s a treasure. Since Brother Zhou happens to need it, I present it to you!”

He said as he pushed the wooden box in Zhou Xun’s direction.

Zhou Xun was delighted upon hearing this,

Master Jin Zhu of course Zhou Xun had heard of, a Tier Three Middle-Grade Talisman Master over seven hundred years ago.

The talisman pen he used was naturally exceptional. Zhou Xun immediately picked up the wooden box and gently opened it for a look.

Indeed, a golden Tier Three Talisman Pen lay quietly inside.

”The quality of this pen is superb, and it is indeed what I need. However, it’s better not to accept it as a gift; since we’re getting along so well, there’s no reason to take advantage. Please, Brother Tianyang, name a price.” After examining it a few times, Zhou Xun closed the lid and said.

He understood well that the most expensive things are those given for free.

”In that case, forty thousand spirit stones will suffice!” Master Tianyang inwardly shook his head slightly, sighed, and then said.

Unfortunately, Zhou Xun refused to accept; otherwise, exchanging a Tier Three Talisman Pen for a favor from a future late-stage Core Formation cultivator was definitely a great deal.

But at this moment, making a good acquaintance was also a fulfilled goal.

”I will keep Brother Tianyang’s kindness in mind!” Zhou Xun cupped his hands slightly, then patted his Storage Bag, taking out four thousand Middle-Grade Spirit Stones and handed them to Master Tianyang.

After receiving the spirit stones, the two continued their conversation, chatting about cultivation.

With cups and dishes exchanged, the atmosphere was lively!

As the two were engrossed in their conversation, suddenly:

”Dong!”

”Dong!”

Nine mighty drumbeats resounded, echoing throughout Fengyuan City!