314: Talisman cultivator

Above the Demon Suppressing Tower, an angry roar suddenly erupted, like thunder splitting the clouds!

Golden light surged around Chu Haotian, and dazzling radiance shot into the sky. A Golden Lion Shadow dozens of feet tall condensed into form in response. Its mane was like raging flames, its eyes like high-hanging golden lamps, and its thick claws, imbued with the majestic power to shake mountains and split cliffs, slapped down toward Fairy Hanyan.

Fairy Hanyan, with her peerless beauty and graceful figure, slightly furrowed her delicate brows, her expression remaining calm.

She lightly rotated her fair wrist. As her plain hands danced, dozens of golden Talismans suddenly flew out, weaving into a net in the air. The Talismans burst forth with soft light, and layers of gentle vibration patterns appeared like water ripples, transforming into a glowing, moist ripple shield in front of her.

Chu Haotian's powerful and heavy strike smashed heavily onto the ripple shield, yet it was like a clay ox sinking into the sea, instantly dissolving without a trace, failing to even stir up a single ripple.

Immediately afterward, a tremendous boom shook the heavens and earth! Fairy Hanyan pinched a deep purple Talisman between two fingers. Spiritual Qi slightly moved at her fingertips, and in an instant, the previously clear sky became covered in dark clouds, with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling heavily, as if questioning the Cultivators below: Who dares to provoke trouble here?

Several purple bolts of lightning, as thick as buckets, tore through the clouds, descending with a destructive aura and accurately striking the Golden Lion Shadow. Amidst the bursting thunder light, the lion shadow emitted an illusory roar, its golden light dimmed significantly, and it was actually suppressed somewhat by the lightning.

Master Qing Xuan, standing nearby, had already formed a hand seal. His white jade brush tapped the air, the tip shimmering with colorful light. Dots of glowing white light drifted down, transforming into profound runes upon landing.

The runes linked into threads, and the threads wove into a net. In an instant, a cage enveloped the woman wearing the graceful silk dress. As the array patterns flowed, the faint sounds of Dragon and Phoenix cries could be heard, locking Fairy Hanyan's aura completely.

Master Qing Xuan, standing nearby, had already formed a hand seal and gathered momentum. His white jade brush tapped the air, the tip shimmering with colorful light, and dots of glowing white light fell like scattered jade pieces.

The moment the light landed, it transformed into profound and complex runes. The runes linked into threads, and the threads wove into a net. In an instant, a crystal-clear rune cage rose from the ground, firmly enveloping the woman wearing the graceful silk dress. As the array patterns flowed, the faint sounds of Dragon and Phoenix cries were ceaseless, and an invisible aura locked Fairy Hanyan completely, making it difficult for her to escape.

The next moment, a massive repressive force suddenly swept toward Fairy Hanyan.

Fairy Hanyan, trapped within the cage, felt the circulation of her Spiritual Qi become incredibly sluggish. Her Spiritual Qi, which was originally surging like a great river, now seemed like a bird shackled with heavy stones, requiring several times the effort for every inch it circulated.

Fairy Hanyan dared not delay. She immediately raised her plain hand, and dozens of colored Talismans fluttered lightly like butterfly wings, bursting forth abruptly three feet above her head.

The Talismans transformed into a sky full of fine rain threads, and every raindrop landed precisely upon the interwoven nodes of the runes.

As her fingertips quickly formed seals and she silently recited incantations, the entire rune cage instantly ignited with glowing white flames. Layers of searing ripples spread outward, and the cage's light gradually dimmed under the intertwining of the flames.

There are two types of Cultivators generally recognized as the most troublesome and least desirable to deal with on the path of cultivation.

One type is Body Cultivators. They have thick skin and flesh; in any contest within the same Realm, spells and Divine Abilities hitting them feel like merely scratching an itch. But if they manage to get close, a single punch can practically shatter your bones.

Simply put, Body Refining Cultivators embody a kind of numerical beauty.

The second type is Talisman Cultivators.

When fighting a Cultivator of the Talisman Dao, what matters is never the depth of the opponent's Realm, but rather how many Talismans they possess. If you meet someone with shallow resources, it's manageable, but if you encounter someone with profound reserves...

Forget about fighting enemies above their Realm.

It's entirely possible for one of them to fight five opponents simultaneously.

More than ten years ago, there was such a rumor in the Rain God Continent.

Two Nascent Soul Cultivators plus one Out-of-Body Stage Cultivator somehow got into a conflict with a Nascent Soul Realm Talisman Cultivator.

The result, holy cow!

That Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator directly pulled out the Talismans from five storage rings—said to be the fruits of over thirty years of seclusion in his Sect—and forcefully killed two Nascent Soul Cultivators. He became famous after that one battle!

On the other side, Chen Xuan casually swung his sword. The Sword Qi was like the Milky Way pouring down, and the bolt of sword light, imbued with sharp killing intent, instantly split a Peak Soul Transformation Great Yao in half, its Yao blood splashing like rain.

He immediately looked up at the fierce battle above the Demon Suppressing Tower, his gaze settling on Fairy Hanyan, thinking to himself: “This woman's Talisman Dao is indeed profoundly accomplished. Her methods suggest her talent is probably comparable to Qi Yue's cultivation aptitude.”

“I hope Fellow Daoist Chu and the other can resolve this smoothly, preferably without needing my assistance.”

Fairy Hanyan's beautiful eyes swept over Chu Haotian and Master Qing Xuan, her voice clear and cold like striking jade: “Sirs, do you still wish to continue fighting?”

Master Qing Xuan held his white jade brush, its tip still shimmering faintly. He smiled and nodded: “Miss Hanyan's methods are indeed worthy of her reputation. However, this contest has only just begun. Does Miss truly believe that with just these few tricks, victory is already assured?”

“Victory assured?”

Hearing this, Fairy Hanyan curved her lips into a cold, sharp arc. Her graceful silk dress fluttered gently in the array wind, but she did not utter any harsh words.

“Why must you two pretend? You came here specifically because you knew I had dealings with the Yao Race. You fear that while the Sect's main forces are fighting the Yao Race army to the death at the front, I might seize the opportunity to attack from the rear and cut off your retreat, correct?”

Her voice was clear and cold as ice, every word distinct. “If I promise you that I will no longer interfere with any conflict in the Rain God Continent, will you stop today?”

“Stop?”

Golden light surged around Chu Haotian again. The dozens-of-feet-tall Golden Lion Shadow violently swung its tail. The lion tail was like a giant Dragon whipping its own, carrying world-destroying gale force as it smashed fiercely toward Fairy Hanyan.

“Do you think we would trust someone who betrayed their Sect?”

Fairy Hanyan's delicate brows furrowed. Facing this thunderous strike, she showed no sign of panic. Her figure suddenly transformed into a pale purple stream of light, moving horizontally several feet like a ghost, narrowly avoiding the heavy blow of the lion tail.

The moment she dodged the attack, Fairy Hanyan swiftly reached into her wide sleeve with her plain hand, her fingertips already pinching a dark cyan Talisman.

As soon as the Talisman appeared, it spontaneously became enveloped in thick spiritual light. The cyan light blazed, illuminating her surroundings with a moist glow. As Spiritual Qi was injected from her fingertips, the Talisman suddenly shot into the air, exploding into a dazzling ball of cyan light mid-air.

Amidst the sudden burst of spiritual light, two massive snake phantoms, dozens of feet long, abruptly condensed into form!

The snake bodies were as thick as ancient thousand-year-old trees, their pupils cold like black jade, and they flicked out snake tongues several feet long. A fierce and brutal aura rushed forward.

What was even more astonishing was that the aura emanating from these two snake phantoms was extremely powerful, having clearly reached the Void Refining Eighth Layer Realm, easily comparable to Chu Haotian's Golden Lion Shadow.