Chapter 82: When Can I Leave?

In the courtyard of the True Treasure Pavilion, the purple-robed Nascent Soul elder looked up at the blood-colored sky and stood with his hands behind his back with a calm expression.

"Elder Qiu. What kind of formation is this?" The Golden Core deacon who was waiting not far away could not help but ask.

"Nine Apertures Heart Array of the Blood Sea." As the purple-robed Nascent Soul spoke, he sighed. "Back then, Ancestor Blood Crocodile was ruthless. He set up this array wanting to destroy the headquarters of our True Treasure Pavilion. As soon as the array was activated, it was broken by a senior mighty figure in the headquarters.

A mere Barbarian Crocodile thinks that he can dominate the five continents and four seas with the Blood Sea Scripture. He's dreaming. It's not an exaggeration to say that he's a frog at the bottom of a well." There was a hint of mockery in his words.

The Golden Core Deacon's expression relaxed. He smiled and said, "Then this array..."

The purple-robed Nascent Soul shook his head and interrupted, "This array formation is different. Although it only has four apertures, the person who set up this array formation should be a rather skilled array formation master. He has already obtained some of the essence of the Blood Sea Scripture. It's very difficult to leave this array formation. But don't worry.

This formation still lacks five apertures. It only has the ability to trap. Just be careful."

The Golden Core Deacon hurriedly said, "Elder Qiu is indeed a senior who came from the headquarters. Your knowledge is outstanding!"

The purple-robed Nascent Soul smiled.

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Within the Danxia Sect's mountain. A Nascent Soul elder with white hair and a youthful face also looked at the blood-colored sky on the majestic peak.

"Old Ancestor Jinyang is quite ruthless. If all the demon beasts in the 100,000 mountains turn into blood essence, and with us Nascent Souls as medicinal catalysts, I'm afraid he can really refine a Blood Transformation True Pill. At the end of one's lifespan, one was no longer human." As he sighed, his voice suddenly resounded in the mountains. "All disciples of the Danxia Sect, listen up!

As long as the Danxia remain, the alchemy path will prosper forever! Follow me to break through this blood-colored firmament!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the Danxia Sect's disciples immediately circulated the Danxia Technique. The spiritual energy in their bodies emitted waves of spiritual light that gathered in a sword-shaped pill in the hand of the Danxia's Nascent Soul elder.

Boom.

The sword-shaped pill emitted a fragrance. Then, it charged into the blood-colored sky. The blood that filled the air seemed to be on the verge of collapse in this sword-shaped pill. However, at this moment, a blood-colored handprint instantly condensed in the sky, and the palm patterns appeared.

"The Danxia Sect's Danxia Art lives up to its reputation. Unfortunately, it's still a little inferior. Since you, the old birthday boy, jumped out first, I won't stand on ceremony and accept it." An indifferent voice exploded.

The blood-colored palm print descended from the sky with endless power. The sword-shaped pill only lasted for a few seconds before shattering. The light of the Danxia instantly dimmed. When the blood-colored palm print dissipated, the Danxia Sect's branch sect established in Cloud Mountain was only left with a handprint mark.

The blood-colored firmament seemed to have fallen silent. After a moment of silence, the Nascent Soul elders of the various large sects had ugly expressions.

"Ancestor Blood Crocodile's Spiritual Ancient Blood Palm!"

"Old thief Jinyang!!"

"Insidious and cunning!"

"Despicable and shameless!"

All sorts of unpleasant words came out of their mouths. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator would have to spend enough time to refine and activate the Spirit Channeling Ancient Treasure.

How could they not know that the Blood Crocodile Ruins was a trap? Before they came, the various sects guessed that the Golden Sun Sect might have ill intentions, so they only sent Qi Refinement and Foundation Establishment disciples over. Later on, as the cave abode ruins were opened, they still carefully explored.

After staying in the True Treasure Pavilion for a while, Shen Ping returned to Qinghe Alley to continue his boring and fulfilling life. He made talismans every day, meditated, and dual cultivated. Only by looking at the changes on the virtual interface would he feel at ease.

In the blink of an eye, it was October.

During this period, the rogue cultivators in the market gradually got used to the existence of the blood-colored sky. The Golden Sun Sect did not do anything else. Instead, they increased the number of law enforcement disciples patrolling. Even the alleys outside the market were patrolled by disciples every few days. This made the rogue cultivators feel much more at ease.

Late at night, in the side room of the small courtyard. Suppressed breathing was intermittent in the sound of the water. A single gauze shirt was casually hung on the edge of the wooden bucket. As the coolness of the Snow Ganoderma Pill disappeared, the exchange of Dao techniques ended.

Yu Yan closed her eyes habitually to reminisce. Shen Ping did not disturb her. He got up, changed into his robe, and went to the quiet room. He sat down cross-legged. He glanced at the virtual interface.

A change had already occurred behind the puppet master. It had a silver bonus. Coupled with the ten diligent exchanges every day, the speed at which the puppet master improved had indeed exceeded Shen Ping's expectations. In just a short month, he had actually reached the level of a breakthrough.

Boom!

The virtual frame vibrated.

A large amount of Puppet Master's comprehension and knowledge suddenly surged out of his sea of consciousness. Shen Ping seemed to have become a cultivator who had been immersed in puppets for many years. All kinds of puppet objects flashed past his eyes.

Unlike the Dao of Talismans, the Puppet Master's transformation took five days to digest and absorb before finally forming a memory engraved in his blood.

He opened his eyes again. His eyes darkened as he stood up. Shen Ping paced around the room for a while before coming to the small courtyard. He had heard Yu Yan say that her master had spent forty to fifty years before finally becoming a mid-grade puppet master. That mid-grade white puppet was his proud creation.

Unfortunately, only when a puppet master reached the high-grade proficiency level could they have the ability to fight and kill.

"A Level Two Puppet Master. A Level Two Talisman Master. In addition to the Talisman Dao Mystique, as long as I don't encounter late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, I can protect myself." While he was thinking, he thought of the destroyed Danxia's sub-sect.

The trace of achievement that rose in his heart immediately dissipated. The Danxia's sub-sect was a sect with Nascent Soul experts. It could be destroyed just like that. Although the True Treasure Pavilion was strong and the Golden Sun Sect's Supreme Elder had no choice but to show some respect, what if he did not do so? At that time, how could there be a perfect egg when the nest was overturned?

"I still have to be prepared." He sighed.

Shen Ping tidied up a little and arrived at the market. He walked out of the stone door. The main road was extremely lively. Many rogue cultivators were setting up stalls on the side of the road and shouting. If not for the blood-colored sky, he would have thought that he had returned to the prosperity of Red Willow Alley.

Spring Garden was a little deserted today. Matchmaker Ceng leaned against the counter and took a nap. When she saw Shen Ping, her eyes lit up. "Yo, look who's here! Talisman Master Shen! You haven't been here for a while."

With the smell of makeup and that exaggerated voice, Shen Ping suddenly had the illusion that this was his first time stepping into Spring Garden.

Matchmaker Ceng swayed her waist. "Please come in."

The two of them quickly came to the private room and sat down. Shen Ping did not waste his breath. "Fellow Daoist Ceng, does what we said last time still count?"

Matchmaker Ceng smiled brightly. "Yes, of course. Our Spring Garden values credibility the most. As long as Talisman Master Shen takes out 30 Spirit Protection Talismans, you can leave easily."

"When can we leave?" Shen Ping asked Matchmaker Ceng.

"That's hard to say. There are many cultivators who want to leave now. Even if my Spring Garden has the ability, we have to slowly arrange it, right?"

Matchmaker Ceng was halfway through her sentence when her eyes landed on the Lightning Talisman that appeared in Shen Ping's hand. She changed her tone and said firmly, "At the end of the year, the Golden Sun Sect will move the disciples of the branch sect. It's safest to leave then."

Shen Ping stood up. "Fellow Daoist Ceng, the price of 30 Spirit Protection Talismans is not cheap. I hope it's worth it." With that, he turned around and left.