Baili Wenyue was greatly startled and quickly shouted, “Uncle Zhong, don’t!”
But Uncle Zhong acted as if he hadn’t heard, the dark mass in his hand slowly approaching Ning Shiyue. “Little girl, tell me, who taught you to draw talismans? Also, what is the cultivation method you practice called?”
“Dream on! Even if I were to die… I won’t tell you!” Ning Shiyue’s breath was weak, but she remained stubborn.
Uncle Zhong snorted coldly, a contemptuous smile on his face. “Hmph! Facing a Nascent Soul cultivator, you don’t have the right to choose. If you don’t tell me, then I’ll have to find the answers myself. When that happens, you won’t have a chance to regret it.”
Uncle Zhong didn’t really want to resort to a soul search directly, because some things couldn’t be seen through a soul search.
Also, he didn’t truly want Ning Shiyue to become an idiot.
After all, Ning Shiyue was a seventh-level talisman master.
The status of a talisman master far exceeded that of an alchemist.
The conditions required for a cultivator to become a talisman master were extremely stringent.
It could be said that sometimes, among hundreds of thousands of people, you might not find one with the right aptitude…
And nurturing a talisman master was also incredibly difficult; most of the time, efforts were in vain.
On the Nine Provinces Continent, the only two talisman masters remaining were only at the fifth level.
Those two had already lived for several thousand years, their lifespans nearly exhausted…
But a young girl like Ning Shiyue had managed to quietly become a seventh-level talisman master. There had to be a huge secret hidden within this.
So, compared to directly performing a soul search on Ning Shiyue,
he much preferred that Ning Shiyue tell him about her insights into becoming a seventh-level talisman master.
“Uncle Zhong, let go quickly, she can’t hold on much longer!” Baili Wenyue said anxiously, his eyes full of distress.
Baili Wenyue clenched the sword in his hand tightly, a wave of remorse welling up inside him.
If only he were a bit stronger, he wouldn’t have to just stand by and watch Fifth Senior Sister suffer…
Now, he couldn’t even manage a surprise attack on Uncle Zhong.
Within Uncle Zhong’s Domain, every move he made was fully visible to Uncle Zhong.
Uncle Zhong’s palm halted just above Ning Shiyue’s forehead, his sharp eagle-like eyes fixed on the remorseful Baili Wenyue.
Uncle Zhong said coldly, “Young Master Wenyue, since she is your Fifth Senior Sister, you must know something, right? How about you tell me, who is her master? What cultivation method does she usually practice?”
“I’ll tell you everything, just let her go!” Baili Wenyue’s breathing was rapid, his eyes slightly reddened.
“Speak first!” Uncle Zhong commanded, the strength in his hand tightening further.
Ning Shiyue went from an initial flushed face to gradually losing all color.
“Our master is called Ye Wentian. Fifth Senior Sister doesn’t practice any particular method; she usually studies talisman drawing on her own.”
“Young Master Wenyue, that’s like saying nothing at all. I’m very dissatisfied. I might as well just ask her myself.”
Uncle Zhong’s hand tightened again, and Ning Shiyue’s face turned purple.
“Uncle Zhong! Stop immediately.” Baili Wenyue shouted, his expression turning cold as he thrust his sword towards Uncle Zhong.
Even if he couldn’t save Fifth Senior Sister!
He couldn’t just stand by and watch Fifth Senior Sister die before his eyes!
“Ha! Overestimating yourself.” Uncle Zhong watched the approaching sword with a cold eye.
The Nascent Soul cultivator’s pressure bore down on Baili Wenyue’s wrist.
Baili Wenyue’s face instantly turned deathly pale, the hand holding his sword trembling slightly.
Then, Uncle Zhong gently flicked his sleeve.
Bang! —
Clang! —
Baili Wenyue, along with his sword, flew through the air.
He crashed heavily to the ground.
Cough! —
Baili Wenyue coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He lay on the ground, unable to collect his thoughts for a long time.
So this was it. When facing a true expert, he didn’t stand a chance to resist.
If Uncle Zhong hadn’t shown mercy,
he would have been dead, his sword destroyed.
“Young Master Wenyue, I’ve spared your feelings. Even if you go complaining to others later, I’m still in the right.” Uncle Zhong spared Baili Wenyue out of consideration for Baili Yuanmo.
Baili Yuanmo was still quite fond of this nephew of his.
“It’s because my skill is inferior. Uncle Zhong’s lesson is well taken!” Baili Wenyue’s voice was muffled, stripped of its usual pride.
His two hands clenched into fists, then relaxed.
A wave of powerlessness spread through his entire body.
Was this the feeling of frustration?
Baili Wenyue couldn’t help but recall the days he had loafed around in the Lingyun Sect.
A wave of deep remorse washed over him!
If he had worked harder back in the Lingyun Sect, kept up with everyone else’s pace, he wouldn’t be so powerless now…
He couldn’t go on like this anymore!
He had to become stronger!
Seeing Baili Wenyue lying motionless on the ground, Uncle Zhong averted his gaze.
Uncle Zhong’s cold, sinister eyes then fell upon Feng Qingran.
This little girl had definitely been hiding her true capabilities!
Ever since Baili Wenyue appeared, his attention had been diverted, and he hadn’t even thought of her for a moment.
She seemed to have somewhat disordered energy, but the spiritual power circulation in her body was normal, and her eyes held not a trace of fear towards him.
Interesting!
A little Core Formation cultivator, facing a Nascent Soul cultivator, unafraid of the pressure, unafraid of life or death…
With this kind of mental state, if properly nurtured, she would surely become a formidable expert in the future.
What a pity!
They had made an enemy of Miss Xi Yao, so they couldn’t be used by the Luo family.
“Little girl, you tell me, how did she draw all those seventh-level talismans?”
Feng Qingran’s eyes were piercingly cold as she gripped the Qingluan Sword and stood up. “I taught her. Whatever she knows, I know. Let her go, and I’ll go with you.”
“You’ve got quite the nerve. Do you think this old man is deaf? I heard everything you two said. Those talismans were her latest research.” As Uncle Zhong spoke, his gaze fell on Ning Shiyue’s storage ring.
He had forgotten all about the storage ring.
