When tracking to an altitude of thirty miles, Zhao Sheng paused and suddenly stopped.
His facial expression kept changing, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
"We can't go any further!"
Looking at the Yunhai Tiangang in front of him, which was like a wall of clouds covering the sky, Zhao Sheng hesitated again and again and finally gave up chasing him.
The vast area above the three layers of cloud sea in Tianzhu Mountain is the main activity area for foundation-building cultivators, and golden elixirs occasionally appear there.
Although Zhao Sheng had been promoted to the foundation-building stage, he did not risk his life in the face of such strange blood stains.
It's not that he doesn't dare, but that he has more important things to do.
Zhao Sheng turned around and controlled the clouds, quickly falling down the mountain.
However, he didn't realize that the moment he turned to leave, a huge face suddenly appeared above the wall of clouds.
There was no nose, ears or eyebrows. One could only see a pair of extremely cold blood-red eyes and a dark red bloody mouth with magma surging inside. It covered the sea of clouds for dozens of miles, like a ruthless god, overlooking the sea of fog below and the tiny human figure.
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Two days later, Dongtian City
In an elegant room on the third floor of Wanbao Pavilion, Zhao Sheng and a middle-aged man with a friendly face and wearing a plain silk robe sat separately.
At this moment, on the table in front of the two of them, there were seven or eight kinds of mid-to-high-quality magical weapons such as knives, swords, towers, and cards that shone brightly.
Zhao Sheng held a bowl of spiritual tea and sipped it carefully, while the middle-aged man picked up the magic tools one by one and examined them carefully.
After a moment, the middle-aged man put down the last magical instrument, the purple gold plate, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Senior Zhao. These magical instruments are in good condition, and the internal restrictions are intact. I will take them all from Wanbao Pavilion."
"I wonder how many spirit stones your pavilion can offer?" Zhao Sheng asked after putting down his teacup.
The middle-aged man immediately said, "How about a total of 8,000 spirit stones?"
"Okay, let's take this price." Zhao Sheng agreed readily.
These magic weapons were only a small part of his unexpected gain last time. Being able to sell them for so many spirit stones was beyond his expectations.
The middle-aged man was a little surprised when he heard this. He thought the other party would bargain for a while, but
"Senior Zhao, please wait a moment. I'll be back soon."
"Wait," Zhao Sheng stopped him.
"Senior Zhao, what do you want me to do?" the middle-aged man turned around and asked.
Zhao Sheng asked, "I need a second-tier defensive formation. Does your pavilion have any in stock?"
The middle-aged man smiled upon hearing this and said, "My Wanbao Pavilion is backed by the Bailian Sect, so we naturally have no shortage of second-level magic arrays. Please wait a moment, I will bring back a few sets for you to review."
A moment later, the middle-aged man returned to the private room with two storage bags.
"Senior, please look here. I have three sets of second-level defensive formations. The first set is the Yi Wood Formation. This formation can produce countless iron woods. As long as the Yi Wood Qi does not dissipate, it can be restored countless times. It is extremely tenacious."
Zhao Sheng remained noncommittal.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man poured out dozens of golden array bases and introduced: "This is the Lijin array method. It is good at using offense as defense. Once attacked from outside, it will produce countless Lijin arrows to counterattack and kill the enemy."
"Next!"
"This is a second-level stone wall formation, capable of creating hundreds of stone walls, harder than iron. If combined with the Earth Spiritual Vein, the defensive strength of this formation will at least double."
Zhao Sheng's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately asked, "How many spirit stones does this formation cost?"
Seeing this, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "It's not expensive at all, only ten thousand spirit stones."
Zhao Sheng bargained with him and finally got it for 9,400 spirit stones.
After leaving Wanbao Pavilion, Zhao Sheng changed into a talisman robe, walked through two markets, and came to Baofufang.
The yard is still the same yard, but the owner has changed.
The beautiful waitress guarding the door saw Zhao Sheng arrive and said with a smile, "Senior Zhao, you're so lucky to have arrived. The party has just begun."
Zhao Sheng nodded at her and walked into the yard.
There are countless independent cultivators in Dongtian City, and various circles of communication are prevalent. The Talisman Enthusiasts Association is a circle where a group of talisman masters gather and communicate.
Over the past twenty years, every time Zhao Sheng came to Dongtian City, he would come here to take a look.
On the one hand, it is to exchange experiences in drawing talismans, and on the other hand, it is also to collect various unique and rare talismans. After all, the art of talismans is extensive and profound, and it is absolutely unacceptable to work in isolation.
The furnishings of the gathering hall were similar to those of decades ago, but the host had been replaced by a second-level talisman master. The original owner, Mr. Wei, had passed away thirteen years ago.
Over the years, Zhao Sheng has become something of a celebrity in the Talisman Cultivation Association. He's not only generous with his money, but also possesses a wide variety of talismans. Many financially strapped talisman masters often actively seek out him for trade.
After chatting with a group of acquaintances for a while, Zhao Sheng skillfully walked into the elegant room next to the hall and waited for the talisman master who wanted to do business to come.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Zhao Sheng said loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a thin old man with a long face and thick eyebrows opened the door and slipped in with a shamefaced face, saying with a flattering smile: "Senior Zhao, I'm sorry to bother you."
Zhao Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw the newcomer, but still said with a smile, "It's Fellow Daoist Wei. Please take a seat."
The man's name was Wei Youquan, a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining.
After Mr. Wei died, this guy claimed to be a relative of Mr. Wei. He suddenly broke into the Wei family under the pretext of reporting the death and offering condolences, but later took over the Wei family's property.
Thanks to his cleverness, he found a backer in time and donated most of his property, which allowed him to barely save the remaining half.
Wei Youquan is a cunning and uneducated person. Over the years, he has ruined most of the Wei family's assets.
In recent years, Zhao Sheng has obtained many rare talismans from him, most of which are first-level talismans, and there are even three or four second-level talismans.
Although he was an old customer, Zhao Sheng still disliked him.
Wei Youquan walked over and sat down swiftly.
Zhao Sheng asked, "Fellow Daoist Wei, do you have any new talismans to use today? Or are you going to stick with the old rules?"
Wei Youquan nodded repeatedly with a flattering smile and said, "Just exchange it for spirit stones according to the old rules. I can't draw talismans anyway."
As he spoke, he pulled out a blood-red, palm-sized paper talisman from his bosom and handed it to Zhao Sheng.
At the same time, a piece of paper covered with handwriting was handed over.
Zhao Sheng smelled the strong smell of blood on the talisman, his eyes fixed, and he didn't take it. Instead, he asked solemnly: "What kind of talisman is this? Is it a demonic or evil talisman?"
Wei Youquan was stunned when he heard this, and quickly replied, "Senior Zhao, don't misunderstand. This talisman is called the Blood Refining Talisman, and it has the effect of refining blood and essence. It is not a demonic talisman that will cause endless trouble. You will know it at a glance."
As he spoke, he pushed the paper with the refining method forward again.
Zhao Sheng thought about it, took it and read it carefully.
Only half of the refining method is written on it, but it is not weird. Instead, it is very standard and has a distinct Taoist style, and does not look like the style of the evil sect at all.
The most important thing is that to draw this talisman, only the blood of the person drawing the talisman is needed, and there is no need to collect the blood of others.