Cultivation: I Have a Golden Talisman

Fang Cheng chuckled and nodded. "I have no more questions. Once this is done, I trust you will fulfill your promise promptly, Fellow Daoist."

"Of course." Xi Yinglong then turned to the other three. "Do any of you have questions?"

Ji Changqing and Wen Lie remained silent. Xie Wanqiu, however, pondered for a moment before speaking. "If word of this were to get out, the Ancient Evil Race would surely not let the matter rest. Their retaliation would likely be... Fellow Daoist Xi, do you have a plan to deal with that?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Changqing said, "I have brought the Nuo Masks from the Ji Family. With these treasures, no one below the Tribulation Realm will be able to see through our identities."

Xie Wanqiu’s eyes shifted. "I’ve heard the Ji Family only has four Nuo Masks, but there are five of us here. Surely you don’t have a spare, Fellow Daoist Ji?"

Xi Yinglong interjected, "Fellow Daoist Fang is not a Cultivator from our Mingxiao Domain, and he has never been here before. Therefore, he has no need to wear a Nuo Mask."

Everyone looked at Fang Cheng. He smiled faintly and nodded. "That’s right. No one here knows me, so it makes no difference whether I wear one or not."

Xie Wanqiu glanced at him, a flicker of surprise on her face, but she said no more.

Xi Yinglong continued, "My informant didn’t follow the Ancient Evil Race directly, so we only know their general itinerary. We’ll need to rely on Fellow Daoist Xie’s Thousand Mechanism Puppets to pinpoint their exact whereabouts."

Xie Wanqiu nodded. "You can leave that to me."

Xi Yinglong clapped his hands and smiled. "Excellent. There’s no time to lose. Let’s depart now."

The five of them walked out of the great hall. With a flick of his wide sleeve, Xi Yinglong sent a jet of golden light swirling before them. An instant later, a golden Tower Ship materialized. The spiritual light upon it was dense and unwavering, and its ancient, simple Profound Patterns gave it an air of extraordinary sturdiness.

The five of them entered the Tower Ship’s cabin. Then, with a flash of golden light, the entire vessel abruptly vanished from where it stood.

「The next moment.」

In the skies a hundred li outside Red Bright Immortal City, the golden Tower Ship appeared out of thin air and immediately sped off into the distant sky without a moment’s pause.

Standing inside the Tower Ship, Fang Cheng was inwardly astonished. ’In that single instant, Xi Yinglong used Red Bright Immortal City’s Defense Array to teleport the ship directly through the void. His Magical Power and mastery of Arrays are truly on another level. The Dharma Cultivators of the East Cyan Domain are no match for this.’

His purpose in doing so, of course, was to prevent the Cultivators in the city from learning that he had left the Immortal City.

The Tower Ship sped through the sky, passing through a sea of clouds, ascending to the upper heavens, and breaking through the astral winds as it flew toward the Demon Race Sacred Land, Taiyi Cave Heaven.

Xi Yinglong said to Xie Wanqiu, "Fellow Daoist Xie, it’s up to you now."

Xie Wanqiu assented, then walked onto the Tower Ship’s deck and produced a Profound Gold Iron Box about ten feet across.

CLICK.

The iron box opened, and countless fingernail-sized spiders crawled out. Upon closer inspection, their bodies glinted with a metallic sheen—they were all mechanical puppets!

To the sound of endless skittering, thousands upon thousands of spider puppets crawled out of the Tower Ship, fanning out into the air. They scurried about the sky and quickly vanished from sight.

Xie Wanqiu sat cross-legged on the deck beside the Profound Gold Iron Box and entered a deep meditative state. She looked just like a statue carved from white jade—dignified, serene, and beautiful.

The other four waited patiently to the side.

As the golden Tower Ship continued on its way, Fang Cheng, feeling leisurely and carefree, took the opportunity to admire the magnificent landscapes of the Mingxiao Domain.

...

「Several days later.」

Xie Wanqiu slowly opened her eyes, a smile gracing her lips.

"Fellow Daoist Xi, come and take a look."

With a flick of her finger, spiritual light rippled like water before her, then settled and smoothed out to form a water mirror.

Next, she cast a few Spells into the water mirror, and a rapidly moving image appeared on its surface.

The sky was open and the land vast, the air crisp and clear. A boundless, endless sea of clouds churned and rolled below.

A mass of white clouds, as colossal as a mountain, was moving through the sea of clouds. Faintly visible within was a magnificent Jade Tower, emitting a bright and ethereal light.

From a distance, it would be nearly impossible to notice anything unusual about this Cloud Mountain.

The image in the water mirror at this very moment was precisely the scene being observed by the Mechanical Spiders that Xie Wanqiu had dispatched.

Xi Yinglong looked at the water mirror, raising an eyebrow as a look of delight appeared on his face. "That’s it, that’s the Cloud Tower! Where is it now?"

Xie Wanqiu replied, "Three thousand li to the southwest. Our Flying Heaven Tower Ship is several li higher than they are."

"How strange. That’s not the direction to Taiyi Cave Heaven." Xi Yinglong frowned.

Without any visible action from him, the golden Tower Ship slowly adjusted its course and sped directly to the southwest.

Its speed increased sharply.

At the same time, the Mechanical Spiders began to return from the sky one after another, crawling back into the Profound Gold Iron Box beside Xie Wanqiu.

The five watched the image on the water mirror, silently regulating their Magical Power in preparation for the coming battle.

At that moment, Ji Changqing took out four wooden masks. Painted on them were ferocious Ghost Face Big Flower Faces—they were the Ji Family’s unique treasure, the Nuo Masks!

He handed the Nuo Masks to Xi Yinglong, Xie Wanqiu, and Wen Lie.

After the four of them put on the Nuo Masks, their entire bodies were instantly shrouded in a layer of mist, becoming hazy and indistinct. They were reduced to mere silhouettes, and even the aura of their Magical Power became ethereal and indiscernible.

Even with their own formidable Power of Divine Sense, for a moment they found it difficult to distinguish each other’s forms.

Only Fang Cheng stood off to one side, a faint smile on his face, his expression betraying no emotion.

The golden Tower Ship took only an hour to catch up to the Cloud Tower carrying the Ancient Evil Race!

The distance between them closed rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the Tower Ship appeared high in the sky behind the Cloud Tower.

A figure flashed out from the Tower Ship.

The first to strike was, unexpectedly, the round-faced Cultivator who had been silent and taciturn all this time: Wen Lie.

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