Chapter 006

Touching the spirit pen in his hand, which Feng An had originally purchased for ten medium-grade spirit stones, Wei Wushang propped his chin on his hand, gazing thoughtfully at the talisman paper before him

At this moment, Wei Wushang became even more anxious. With a flash of inspiration in his left hand, he pointed at the tip of the brush, and the lightning quickly drew the flames into it. In that moment of stability, a loud explosion was heard, and the tip of the brush exploded once again. Wei Wushang struck down with his hand and reached into it, unexpectedly pulling out a small orb of lightning, with a flicker of flame within. At the same time, a surge of spiritual energy exploded towards her direction, and her heavy armor flashed, protecting her entire body.

In the realm of the small void, there are restrictions in place; anyone whose cultivation exceeds the Golden Core stage and is not a guardian of the realm will be actively isolated by these restrictions. If a high-level cultivator attempts to take action, "Feng An mysteriously pointed to the top of his head and whispered, "I fear that it would immediately provoke a thunder tribulation, resulting in a complete loss of life.

The Wangu Sect is quite poor, so the resourceful Sect Master Wangu Fei is reluctant to accept even a single disciple. On ordinary days, he can only do things himself. With the storage ring set aside, and seeing that there was no one in the main hall, Wei Wushang directly approached the cloud-patterned table ahead, took out the talisman paper, spirit brush, and demon blood, and prepared to draw the talisman.

Bright red blood dripped down, yet Wei Wushang remained oblivious, slowly wiping away the bloodstains from her cheek. She unfolded a talisman once more, this time slightly adjusting her initial stance, and began to draw several different symbols on it, intricately interlinked, creating a sense of rising and falling. She lowered her head and touched a drop of demon blood beside her, once again circulating her energy within her dantian, drawing a thread of spiritual power to connect with the force of lightning. However, she did not write; instead, she touched the tip of her brush to a small pile of bright red powder beside her. To her surprise, it began to ignite with a flicker of flame. Only then did she bring her hands together and let out a muffled grunt.

No wonder the Bian Yang Sect is a well-known faction in the Small Void Realm. Wei Wushang rubbed her forehead, feeling a surge of various emotions crashing within her mind. Just as her headache became unbearable and she wanted to vent this terrifying emotion, she sensed the gaseous spiritual energy in her dantian slowly beginning to circulate. Segments of golden runes emitted a faint glow, and a stable force unexpectedly dissolved the resentment in her heart, bringing clarity to her gaze.

The entire great hall was engulfed in a tumultuous explosion. Once everything finally calmed down and the barriers within the hall dissipated, a pale-faced girl in heavy armor slowly emerged. She touched the three wounds on her face, inflicted by the earlier lightning strike, and pointed towards an unknown direction, cursing, "Wangu Fei! You owe me one!"

Wei Wushang revealed a sinister smile on his face, turned around to close the door, took a few steps forward, and forcefully pinned the young man down under his hand

While silently sighing, the girl who was chasing low-level demon beasts in the mountains could only silently bend down in the medicinal herb field at this moment, lowering her head to pick the mature spiritual herbs from the field, placing them into a specific storage ring. After that, she diligently sowed spiritual seeds to fill the herb field. Touching the storage ring filled with spiritual herbs in her arms, Wei Wushang gritted his teeth and cursed the missing sect master senior brother, then walked towards the main hall.

This time, I truly intend to leave. Feng An provided her with some basic knowledge and then waved his hand, saying, "Every three hundred years, the teleportation array will open once, and at that time, even if we are not Golden Core cultivators, we can also use the teleportation array to travel to the Hanyuan Realm. However," he said regretfully, "each time the teleportation array will only send away thirty of the top cultivators from the Little Void Realm, and I fear that in my lifetime, it will be nothing but a dream.

"Of course," Feng An said proudly, "Our ancestors, although appearing amiable and approachable, let me tell you, they are not ordinary cultivators. As long as one is within the confines of the Small Void Realm, even immortals cannot do anything to them"

At the tip of the pen, a brilliant light suddenly erupted, with purple lightning clashing against red flames, shattering everything around it. The only thing left intact was the cloud-patterned table, which also protected the talismans placed upon it, while elsewhere lay in utter chaos. After a long while, the sound of explosions gradually diminished, and the two opposing spiritual energies showed signs of easing.

She claimed to possess a unique method for drawing talismans, and it was not mere boasting, but indeed a fact. The myriad transformations do not arise from within; the essence of all advanced talismans can actually be deconstructed into countless basic low-level talismans. The Fire Thunder Talisman is no exception. For other talisman makers, the creation of the Fire Thunder Talisman requires a considerable amount of rare materials. However, for Wei Wushang, what he has on hand is already sufficient. As long as he adds a trace of high-level demon beast's essence blood at the right moment, the talisman can be successfully completed. The same applies to the Fire Thunder Talisman; thus, for other talisman makers, its creation necessitates numerous rare materials, but for Wei Wushang, what he possesses is already adequate. With the addition of a trace of high-level demon beast's essence blood at the appropriate time, the talisman can be fully realized

If it were not for the spiritual herbs and elixirs that the person wanted to exchange for her, Wei Wushang would not have agreed to create the Fire Thunder Talisman

Speaking of which, her cultivation surprisingly has a sense of familiarity, to the extent that she does not require guidance from others on how to cultivate or how to advance, as if cultivation for Wei Wushang is an instinct, a notion ingrained deep within her bones

The power of the Fire Thunder Talisman is immense; even a careless mistake could cost a Golden Core cultivator half their life. Spending a large sum to purchase such a talisman likely indicates that the cultivator has grand ambitions. Wei Wushang is not afraid of anyone daring to plot against him; at worst, he could send them to the afterlife with a single talisman. After all, if one can draw a Fire Thunder Talisman, creating a second one would not be difficult, not to mention that the Thunder Fire Pearl is not to be underestimated. However, it is quite troublesome.

Hehe ... ...

Feeling somewhat pleased, yet there was not even a rabbit by his side, Wei Wushang regretfully blinked his eyes. He paid no attention to the other two individuals from the sect and chose to retreat for closed-door cultivation, taking the opportunity to thoroughly heal his injuries.

"Cultivate diligently." Wei Wushang patted this fellow sympathetically

However, there are significant dangers involved in this

When will the warehouse be filled? Where does she want to go in order to feel at ease

After a long time, he realized that he was performing a one-man show. Only then did Wei Wushang lower his eyelids and sit on the steps of the grand hall, exhaling a breath.

That Southern Chen Emperor indeed acts fairly. As a ruler of a realm, he still cares about the lives and deaths of the cultivators in the lower realms. Wei Wushang genuinely felt that the Emperor was commendable, and upon hearing this, he curiously asked, "The ancestor of the Bianyang Sect is said to be a Golden Core cultivator; could it be that he is a guardian cultivator?"

At this moment, Wei Wushang looked faintly at the spirit pills and spirit herbs in her hand, which the cultivator had given her in advance. Her face twitched slightly as she walked out the door, directly crossing a winding corridor adorned with spirit flowers. She arrived at a closed door, raised her foot, and kicked it open. The door swung wide, revealing a handsome young man with fox-like eyes, who was holding his half-open garment and looked terrified as he asked, "What do you want to do?" He screamed, "Help!"

She currently has no thoughts at all about the Hanyuan Realm; compared to that, what she values more is the damned, boundless treasury of the Wangu Sect

Uncertain of how long he had been in a meditative state, Wei Wushang slowly opened his eyes. With a flip of his hand, a small array plate dimmed and flew into his grasp. As the array plate ceased its operation, a beam of sword light approached Wei Wushang from outside. Instinctively, he reached out to grab it, only to find that the sword light contained a small storage ring, followed by a segment of sound transmission.

"So, the highest level in the Small Void Realm is the Golden Core cultivator?" As soon as the Han Yuan Realm was mentioned, Wei Wushang felt a sharp pain in his head, with countless blurry images flashing in his mind, yet they flickered continuously, making it impossible to see clearly. At this moment, he endured the headache and asked, "If other high-level cultivators were to enter the Small Void Realm, wouldn't that lead to chaos in the world?"

The Fire Thunder Talisman was not successfully crafted, but instead, a Thunder Fire Pearl was produced. Wei Wushang played with the Thunder Fire Pearl for a moment, shook his head, and then continued to focus on crafting the talisman.

In the past, there was a great battle in the celestial realm. Feng An felt it necessary to clarify this for the little white one; otherwise, if it continued to ask "why" and "why" in the future, it would only cause him endless trouble. He whispered, "It is said that there was a scheming celestial being who attempted to sever the thirty-three heavens of the celestial realm. The current Southern Celestial Emperor, Nan Chen, engaged in a fierce battle with that celestial being in the thirty-three heavens, which excessively disrupted the stability of spiritual energy in the lower realms and the balance of the thirty-three heavens. As a result, our small realms have become spiritually depleted, making it difficult to advance. The Southern Celestial Emperor, realizing her mistake, thus guided the various small realms beneath her birthplace, the Hanyuan Realm, and established a teleportation array, allowing the elite cultivators of the small realms to continue their cultivation in the Hanyuan Realm.

Reaching the eighth level of Qi Refinement is already quite remarkable in the small void realm, yet for Wei Wushang, it is merely the beginning of her cultivation journey, which makes her dare not to relax. With her eyes closed and sitting in a meditative posture, Wei Wushang slowly guides the spiritual energy of the world into her body. As this pure spiritual energy flows through her meridians, it also refines her muscles and bones. She is not in a hurry, but rather steadily consolidates her current cultivation level, laying a solid foundation for the future.

With a focused gaze, Wei Wushang raised his hand, unleashing a beam of spiritual light that enveloped the entire hall in a barrier. He then used a spiritual brush to dot a few drops of demon blood, and the brush began to shimmer with fluctuating spiritual light. Subsequently, small purple lightning bolts danced erratically at the tip of the brush, emitting faint cracking sounds. As the rich lightning essence gathered at the brush's tip, Wei Wushang's expression tightened. He suddenly pressed down the brush, swiftly applying the tip, charged with the power of lightning, onto a piece of talisman paper. A loud explosion followed, and the talisman paper abruptly detonated, a flash of lightning streaking across. After a brief flicker of red light on the table, small purple lightning bolts began to dance erratically at the brush's tip once more, accompanied by faint cracking sounds. As the rich lightning essence gathered again, Wei Wushang's expression remained tense. He forcefully pressed the brush down again onto another piece of talisman paper, and once more, a loud explosion erupted, the talisman paper suddenly bursting apart, a flash of lightning passing through. After a brief flicker of red light on the table, Wei Wushang's arm was left bloodied and mangled from the explosion.

Feng An's speed was extremely fast; having just parted ways with Wei Wushang, he had already finalized the business deal. Afterwards, Wei Wushang weighed the storage ring in his hand but did not intend to hand over the Fire Thunder Talisman immediately. ... It was not that he did not trust Feng An, but rather ... . ... He did not trust the cultivator on the other side.

Uncertain of how many times she had failed, she finally succeeded in creating the Fire Thunder Talisman. At that time, as long as she exchanged it for what she desired and added a rune, the talisman would be considered a complete success