Feng Qingran’s phoenix eyes glinted with a faint light. “If you don’t believe me, I’ll draw it for you right now.”
Uncle Zhong looked up at Feng Qingran again. He wanted to see exactly how she could possibly draw a seventh-grade talisman under these circumstances.
Feng Qingran’s jade-like hand lifted gracefully, and a talisman paper floated in front of her.
With a flick of her wrist, a black writing brush appeared in her hand.
Delicate patterns were carved onto the brush, giving it a mysterious and ancient feel.
Feng Qingran raised her hand and began to paint. As she moved her sleeve, a surge of energy followed. The brush strokes danced across the talisman paper, fluid and natural like a swimming dragon.
Her eyes, as clear as crystal, sparkled with intelligence and spirit.
Viewed from a distance, she was brilliant like the morning glow, radiant and shimmering, so dazzling it was hard to look away.
A glint of vigilance suddenly appeared in Uncle Zhong’s eyes. Feng Qingran definitely wouldn’t draw the talisman obediently.
A seventh-grade attack talisman was already capable of causing some harm to a Nascent Soul cultivator.
He had to be on guard!
Uncle Zhong unconsciously loosened his grip slightly. Keeping Ning Shiyue alive would allow him to better threaten Feng Qingran.
Fifteen minutes later.
Feng Qingran’s movements stopped, the brush lifted, and the talisman was complete.
Baili Wenyue, who had just stood up, was stunned. The Little Junior Sister could draw talismans!?
It seemed like everyone in Lingyun Sect, besides cultivating spiritual energy, had another skill…
The Eldest Senior Brother specialized in formations, the Second Senior Brother was a sword cultivator, the Third Senior Sister in alchemy, the Fourth Senior Brother in artifact forging…
The Fifth Senior Sister and the Little Junior Sister drew talismans…
He didn’t know much about the Eighth Junior Brother, but his cultivation had already reached the early Nascent Soul stage…
And the remaining Seventh Junior Brother was proficient in everything!
Only he, himself, would get smug over a small achievement…
Baili Wenyue’s heart was filled with a complex mix of emotions. He had been completely wrong!
He was afraid of becoming strong.
Because he had seen how the two families behind him controlled their outstanding offspring…
He didn’t dare cultivate too fast.
He was afraid that if he became too outstanding, he would be dragged back for a marriage alliance, becoming a tool for the family.
But he had never considered, if he wasn’t strong enough, what would happen to the people around him when they faced danger?
Just like at this moment, with the Fifth Senior Sister in Uncle Zhong’s hands, he was powerless to do anything…
As a man, he even needed the Little Junior Sister to protect him!
Baili Wenyue took a deep breath, turned his head, and looked at Mo Jinghong, who seemed almost invisible.
The Seventh Junior Brother had yet to make a move. Could it be he was waiting for him to realize this himself?
“The ink is dry, here you go.” Feng Qingran’s gaze was clear as she raised her hand, preparing to throw the talisman over.
“Wait a moment. Hold it up for me to see.” Uncle Zhong’s expression was slightly tense.
Feng Qingran raised the talisman. The purple inscription on it was obscure and difficult to understand, with shadows moving within, giving off an unfathomable feeling.
“What kind of talisman is this?” Uncle Zhong only knew that the runes on seventh-grade talismans were purple.
“A Rejuvenation Talisman. Once applied, it can fully restore spiritual power within half an hour, but it’s only useful for cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage.” Feng Qingran explained.
Uncle Zhong’s eyes showed shock. A seventh-grade talisman actually possessed such power.
“How can you prove what you’re saying is true?” Uncle Zhong was clearly a bit skeptical.
Restoring all spiritual power within half an hour meant that, in the heat of battle, a cultivator would essentially have two lives.
Feng Qingran’s gaze flickered slightly, and she suggested, “Then let’s find someone to test it.”
“Sixth Senior Brother just attacked you, using up all his spiritual energy and getting injured. If I apply this to him and have him attack you again…”
Uncle Zhong nodded. “Alright.”
Baili Wenyue was only at the Golden Core stage; even with his strength fully restored, his full-powered strike couldn’t harm him in the slightest.
Feng Qingran stepped forward and applied the talisman to Baili Wenyue.
Fifteen minutes later.
All of Baili Wenyue’s injuries had healed, and the spiritual energy within his Golden Core was completely restored.
“Young Master Wenyue, I’m sorry to trouble you.”
Baili Wenyue met Uncle Zhong’s gaze, seeing the contempt and disdain within it.
Baili Wenyue clenched the sword in his hand, his eyes turning red, a surge of impulsiveness rising within him.
Even if in Uncle Zhong’s eyes, his attack was nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree, he would still give it his all.
A fierce glint appeared in Baili Wenyue’s eyes. The long sword in his hand gleamed coldly, gathering all the spiritual energy from his body as he swung it with all his might.
A vast sword energy swept out, shooting straight towards Uncle Zhong.
Uncle Zhong’s face showed utter disdain. He lightly raised his hand, preparing to catch the blade with his bare hand.
Just as the sword’s edge was about to reach Uncle Zhong, Feng Qingran’s eyes turned cold. Two talismans suddenly appeared at her fingertips, and she hurled them towards Uncle Zhong.
The two talismans split into four.
One flew before Uncle Zhong, merging with the sword’s edge.
One flew over Ning Shiyue’s head, landing on her and forming a protective shield.
All of this happened in an instant.
Uncle Zhong had no time to react.
Boom! —
A deafening sound rang out.
Blood and flesh flew through the air.
Ah! —
Uncle Zhong let out a pained scream.
Seizing the moment Uncle Zhong was injured, Feng Qingran leaped forward and caught Ning Shiyue.
Feng Qingran placed a medicinal pill into Ning Shiyue’s mouth. “Fifth Senior Sister, you’ve worked hard.”
“Little Junior Sister, did I act convincingly enough?” Ning Shiyue lowered her voice, her eyes sparkling like spring blossoms.
“Shh! Fifth Senior Sister, for now, you still have to be seriously injured.” Feng Qingran winked at Ning Shiyue.
Baili Wenyue hadn’t yet recovered from his shock.
His eyes were wide as he stared at Uncle Zhong in the distance, whose arm had been blown off.
His sword energy could actually injure a Nascent Soul cultivator?
Uncle Zhong’s face was twisted in pain as he clutched his bleeding shoulder, his eyes filled with horror!
So this was the power of a seventh-grade talisman?
He had been toyed with by a mere child!
Uncle Zhong’s entire body radiated a terrifying pressure. “Little girl, to pull tricks right under my nose, you’re something special!”
