CHAPTER 487: 208 CHAPTER TALISMAN HEAVEN DISCIPLE_2

However, the Little Knife also donates a portion of spirit talismans to the City Lord’s Mansion each year, which counts as supporting the development of this domain.

Because this Wu Feng Domain only consists of nine cities altogether.

It means that in this domain, the Domain Lord’s power rarely appears in the secret realm; basically, the Nine Cities Clan holds the reins of power, and maintaining good relations is indeed advantageous.

These nine families essentially have descendants who become disciples of the Four Heavens for development.

A small flying ship silently slipped into the courtyard.

Though it is said to be a courtyard, it covers over a hundred acres, which is considered a significant force within the city.

Robbed again.

Am I being taken as something precious?

Small Knife frowned.

Since buying some items at the auction back then, the Little Knife Guild has been noticed.

Flying ships and the like outside are frequently robbed.

Though ordinary trade is just a facade to cover the source of Small Knife’s cultivation techniques and spirit fruit tree seedlings store.

But making robbery a habit is not a good thing.

Though the goods on the flying ship are generally of low value, the robbery of the entire flying ship is not a good sign.

By now, several seeds cultivated by Li Wushuang for Small Knife have progressed quickly, nearly reaching Qi Cultivation Perfection.

All Two Spirit Roots.

No way around it, Single Spirit Roots can’t be bought even with money, not enough face in one’s power.

Seeds are still seeds.

Thankfully, this world has ample confidence, and the rules allow opportunities, so it’s time to take action.

Everything remains so calm.

The flying ship has left.

Small Knife, this youth, is still in the courtyard.

The flying ship left the city, heading toward a distant small town.

Not far away, a flying ship appeared.

It ascended from a village.

Not good!

The Little Knife Commerce Association’s flying ship, having been robbed more than once, immediately accelerated.

One should say it was fleeing with all its might.

Its speed reached Foundation Establishment Great Perfection.

Which flying ship seems small but displayed the power of Early Stage of Golden Core, and its route seemed carefully planned.

Thus, when the Little Knife Commerce Association flying ship was close to the small town, it finally entered the attack range.

"Hand over the flying ship and all its cargo, including the storage pouch on you, and leave, or die," a cultivator coldly declared, emerging from the flying ship.

He had such strength because he was a Golden Core Cultivator.

And not just at the early stage of Golden Core, but in the middle stage, standing on a flying sword and saying coldly.

The flying ship came to a halt.

"You’re the interest." Small Knife’s cold voice echoed.

Today, he would finally employ Talisman Heaven’s tactics.

Small Knife, who had been holding back for a long time, was somewhat excited.

The dantian Life Spirit Talisman flickered, and with a wave of his hand, he took out a stack of spirit talismans.

Originally, he could only use them one by one.

But with the Life Spirit Talisman.

With full activation at this moment.

Of a hundred spirit talismans, only a few were not activated.

The order had long been given; other members on the Little Knife Guild flying ship could finally stop being so low-key.

Well, they couldn’t fight back initially and had to strategically surrender, ending up plundered.

Though they personally remained unharmed, the frequent occurrences were quite frustrating and remorseful.

Although the Little Knife Guild did not punish them.

But...!

Now they could finally hold their heads high.

As a result, each promptly launched the spirit talismans in their hands.

There were as many as four Foundation Establishments and twenty-three Qi Cultivators on the flying ship, carrying out talisman incantations earlier than Small Knife.

However, the four Foundation Establishments used Golden Core-level talismans, and Qi Cultivators used Foundation Establishment stage talismans.

These weren’t special spirit talismans, so the casting took time.

Because Small Knife had given early orders, coupled with the flying ship’s cover, they were ready before Small Knife.

As a stack of talismans floated before Small Knife, glowing.

Everyone seemed to receive a signal, activating the talismans in their hands, unable to suppress the spirit talismans for long.

Each one was very excited.

Finally retaliating.

Of course, being well-funded played a role too.

"Damn it! You all must die," the face of the Golden Core cultivator standing in front of the flying ship changed color greatly.

The robberies had not been just once or twice; they had always gone smoothly, although the gains were minimal, the most valuable being the flying ships.

But it was safe.

But this time, the opponent resisted.

In an instant, he realized it was trouble.

Premeditated?

Conspiracy.

No matter what.

More than twenty spirit talismans of light shot out before him.

This number already required serious consideration, let alone the fact that they were all at Foundation Establishment level.

Foremost among them were four Golden Core-level.

But wanting to kill a true Golden Core was still far from enough.

The Golden Core cultivator stretched out his hand, and a shield magical treasure flew out, blocking in front of him.

Boom, boom, boom. Boom!

Four Golden Core-level spirit talismans hit.

On the first strike, the shield was as firm as a rock.

On the second, the shield trembled slightly.

On the third, the shield shook more violently.

On the fourth, the Golden Core cultivator retreated two steps, or else the retreating shield magical treasure would hit him.

Haha!

Quite extravagant indeed.

Four Golden Core-level spirit talismans, couldn’t you just give them to me directly?

Such a waste, such a pity.

So, you all must die.

At this moment, the brilliance of the shield dimmed significantly.

Shaking repeatedly.

Because of the hits from numerous Foundation Establishment level spirit talismans.

But, it was hard to inflict damage on the Golden Core cultivator.

After all, he was in the middle stage of Golden Core.

As long as he was prepared, he wasn’t concerned about those Foundation Establishment talismans.

Moreover, it would be impressive if the opponent had a single Golden Core spirit talisman for life preservation, more than that was unlikely.

Such confidence also stemmed from this shield being a magical treasure, exceeding the existence of a magical artifact, having been nurtured by his family for centuries, with a history of a thousand years.

Ah!

Something’s wrong!

The magical shield’s spiritual qi consumption was rapidly increasing, doubling, quadrupling, eightfold.

The massive shield was shrinking, and his sense of connection with it was weakening.

This made him change color drastically.

Quickly looking closely, he found it was covered with talisman paper.

These spirit talismans were only at the Foundation Establishment but didn’t transform into corresponding spells and rather strangely attached to the magical shield, absorbing its spiritual qi.

Each effect was merely Foundation Establishment level, but there were too many.

Over a hundred Foundation Establishment spirit talismans.

This made the middle-stage Golden Core cultivator feel danger, instinctively reaching for his waist.

However, with this distraction, the shrinking speed of the shield accelerated.

Through the exposed gaps.

The light from the talismans flowed in.

The Golden Core cultivator’s movements became sluggish.

Clearly, there was still distance, but he still had time to react.

But more and more talismans appeared on his body, as if out of thin air.

This hesitation led to an increasing number of talismans on him.

Indeed, this was the Sealing Spirit Talisman.

The increasing spiritual qi consumption was an illusion, not that it consumed more, but rather that his total was less.

This spirit talisman was obtained from the two servant disciples.

It wasn’t easy to draw, and it wasn’t for sale externally.

Against this middle-stage Golden Core, and a magical treasure, a hundred Foundation Establishment-level sealing talismans still seemed a bit unreliable.

Small Knife sighed.

Safety first.

So after Small Knife activated a hundred sealing talismans.

He took a sip of Spirit Liquid, quickly replenishing the power consumed by the Life Spirit Talisman.

With a wave of the hand, another stack of spirit talismans appeared, which he threw out.

Invisible waves emanated from the Life Spirit Talisman, as if golden needles, each able to activate a spirit talisman, naturally triggering these Foundation Establishment talismans instantly, roaring toward the enemy.

For the third, full effort, it was indeed smoother, activating all one hundred.

With more practice, more can be activated.

This is Talisman Heaven.

But it’s not enough, still not enough.

The enemies in Small Knife’s eyes weren’t just that middle-stage Golden Core, but also the flying ship behind and the other enemies within.

Though there was only one Foundation Establishment, eight Qi Cultivators inside, utilizing the flying ship array, even a newcomer to Golden Core wouldn’t easily break through.

Of course, Small Knife was also worried about them escaping; this flying ship was really fast.

In assembly line operation, Small Knife had no intention of saving spirit talismans.

This thing’s manufacturing success rate, not hand-crafted, is not bad, continuously streaming off the production line.

Thus, after recovery, the third batch of a hundred Foundation Establishment talismans roared out.

This, aside from anything else, remained visible to one’s own people.

The four Foundation Establishments present were all of Family Head level, had visited city levels guarded by Nascent Soul.

Believing they had seen the world, after all, they belonged to families over a thousand years old, with Town Lord levels.

But now they were still shocked.

This is Talisman Cultivation? The legend says talismans don’t exhaust, crossing boundaries to fight.

A profession notably short of money itself.