Cultivation: I Have a Golden Talisman

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

Drunken Immortal Tower.

Inside a magnificent and beautifully furnished room, the floor was covered with all sorts of jade ornaments.

A rough count revealed no fewer than a hundred pieces.

Jade tablets, Jade Bottles, Jade Statues, Jade Mountains, jade pots, jade horns... all carved from Dao Pattern Spirit Jade.

A charming young woman in a goose-yellow dress said respectfully, "Senior, this servant has followed your instructions and sent people to all the shops in the Immortal City, big and small. We have bought all the Dao Pattern Spirit Jade that was for sale."

Fang Cheng strolled around the room, running his hand over the Dao Pattern Spirit Jades. He felt the changes in the Creation Golden Talisman within his sea of consciousness and was very satisfied.

Spending all his Creation Points at once in the Buddhist Sect’s black market that day had really pained him for a while.

Fortunately, the Female Cultivator from the Drunken Immortal Tower was reliable. Just a few days after he gave the order, she had purchased all the Dao Pattern Spirit Jade openly available in the city.

Right now, his Creation Points were soaring, quickly surpassing the one hundred thousand mark.

Fang Cheng smiled and asked, "How many Spirit Stones did it cost? I’ll reimburse you."

The young woman blushed slightly and said, "Senior, you’ve already given this servant more than enough Spirit Stones these past few days. There’s no need to pay more. Since you like these jade artifacts, please consider them a parting gift from me."

After touching all the Spirit Jades, Fang Cheng waved his sleeve, releasing a flash of light that instantly swept all the jade artifacts into his storage pouch.

’It’s about time to head to Yinglong Mansion.’

Although he now had some clues on how to enter the Red Profound Association, he remained cautious. He hoped to get further confirmation from Ascendant Red Bright’s side to ensure there were no mistakes.

’The Illusory Sun Sea, the Feathered Immortal Tree, the Red Profound Order!’

’If the "special opportunity" Xi Yinglong mentioned is indeed the Red Profound Order within the Feathered Immortal Tree, then it’s a done deal.’

He said to the young woman, "The green mountains will stand and the rivers will run. We’ll meet again if fate allows."

A look of sorrow appeared on the young woman’s face. Her jade-like cheeks flushed, and her eyes glistened with tears, ready to spill over.

She knew that after today’s farewell, they would likely never meet again.

...

After bidding the young woman farewell, Fang Cheng left the Drunken Immortal Tower with a carefree air, hailed a Spirit Beast Vehicle, and headed straight for Yinglong Mansion.

In the mansion’s reception hall, besides Xi Yinglong, there were three other Dharma Realm cultivators leisurely sipping tea and conversing.

The steward of Yinglong Mansion led Fang Cheng inside, and the four men’s gazes immediately fell upon him.

"Greetings, everyone. Forgive me for being late." Fang Cheng clasped his hands and bowed to the group.

Xi Yinglong stood up to greet him. "Fellow Daoist Fang, you’ve arrived just in time. Allow me to make some introductions."

With that, he pointed to an old man with a square face, a full beard, and a dignified air, who was dressed in magnificent robes and seated in the seat of honor to the left. "This is the Supreme Elder of the Ji Family, a Middle-Aged Noble Family, Ji Changqing."

The magnificently robed old man clasped his hands toward Fang Cheng and said, "A pleasure to meet you."

Xi Yinglong then gestured to a voluptuous and beautiful woman with fair skin and delicate features in the seat of honor to the right. "This is Xie Wanqiu, the Cave Master of Flower Moon Cave on Wutong Peak. We will be relying on her Thousand Mechanism Puppets for this trip, which is why we specifically invited Mr. Xie over."

Xie Wanqiu stood, nodded at Fang Cheng, and said coolly, "A humble Loose Cultivator from the mountains, I greet you, Fellow Daoist."

After returning the courtesy, Fang Cheng sized her up and noticed a hint of pride and arrogance in her eyes. She seemed to be looking down on him.

’She probably only returned the gesture out of respect for Xi Yinglong.’

The last person was a middle-aged Cultivator with a round face and thick lips, giving him an honest appearance. However, he exuded a sharp, deadly aura, and Fang Cheng could tell at a glance that he was a man seasoned by countless battles.

"This is an Honored Guest Elder of my mansion, Wen Lie," Xi Yinglong introduced him simply.

The middle-aged Cultivator clasped his hands in greeting toward Fang Cheng but remained silent, a man of few words.

The five Dharma Cultivators sat in the hall. Xi Yinglong waved his hand to activate a restrictive ward, sealing the room off from the outside. His expression turned solemn as he said, "What I am about to say is of grave importance. I must ask all of you, Fellow Daoists, to maintain absolute secrecy."

The other four all nodded.

Xi Yinglong said in a deep voice, "Not long ago, my informant among the Ancient Evil Race sent back a message. The Royal Race of the Cold Moon Lineage found a supreme treasure left behind by our Human Race’s ancient sages in a ruin. Now, this group of Ancient Evil Race members is taking the treasure to the Demon Race’s Taiyi Cave Heaven. I intend to seize this treasure!"

The Ancient Evil Race was a race with an even longer history than the Human Race. They were once the hegemons of the Red Profound Realm during Ancient Times. Later, through the eras of High Antiquity, Middle Antiquity, and Late Antiquity, they gradually declined. The Human Race then rose to dominate the world and rule this realm.

Today, although the Ancient Evil Race is few in number, they still produce an endless stream of masters and remain a force not to be underestimated.

In an ancient domain like the Mingxiao Domain, there are ten great tribes of the Ancient Evil Race, and the power of each tribe is in no way inferior to the top sects of the Human Race.

Only someone like Xi Yinglong, who was backed by a Tribulation Realm Great Power, would dare to openly speak of snatching something from one of the Royal Races of the Ancient Evil Race.

Inside the hall, aside from Fang Cheng, the other three all showed a certain degree of deference toward Xi Yinglong. After he finished speaking, they adopted thoughtful expressions but did not speak.

Seeing that no one was speaking, Fang Cheng took the initiative to voice his doubts. "Fellow Daoist Xi, since that item is said to be a supreme treasure, why would the Ancient Evil Race take it out? Could this be a trap, deliberately set to lure you in?"

Xi Yinglong shook his head. "What you worry about, Fellow Daoist, will absolutely not happen. According to my intelligence, although they have obtained the treasure, they currently have no way to use it. That’s why they are preparing to go to the Demon Race’s Taiyi Cave Heaven to find the Demon Race’s sage, the Cyan Feather Demon Emperor, to decipher its mysteries. This is the perfect opportunity for us to make our move."

Fang Cheng asked again, "What is their strength?"

Xi Yinglong’s gaze swept over the four others, and he said slowly, "Three fourth-rank, and more than ten third-rank. With us having the element of surprise, I originally estimated our chances of success at fifty percent. Now, with the addition of Fellow Daoist Fang, our chances increase to seventy percent."

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