"Did you kill it?"
At noon, Zhou Qiankun ca as usual to deliver food and saw the Iron Armor Pig lying there, his eyebrows slightly furrowing.
"Brother Qiankun, your son Changwang is quite sothing."
Old Xu greeted Zhou Qiankun warmly, also attempting to ease tensions with Zhou Changwang.
He did feel guilty about the night watch incident, but judging from Zhou Changwang’s recent series of changes, he could clearly perceive that the young man’s growth and transformation ant his future would not remain confined to the Spirit Field.
Thus, even though his face was hurt, Old Xu remained enthusiastic.
In fact, this had been his principle for many years: strive not to offend anyone.
Especially young people with potential like Zhou Changwang.
Seeing Zhou Changwang nodding, Zhou Qiankun furrowed his brows even more deeply and said, "Changwang, let tell you a story."
"What kind of story?"
Zhou Changwang was taken aback.
He had anticipated his father’s reaction but didn’t expect him to tell a story.
Had he heard or read too few stories in his previous life?
"When I was young and just starting to venture into the martial world, there were three top experts among the younger generation, renowned in the martial arts world, hailed as one emperor, two sovereigns, and three fairies, acknowledged as unparalleled talents on par with the older generation.
Later, there were also five young masters, seven heroes, and thirteen prodigies.
At that ti, I couldn’t even touch the edge of the prodigies.
Coincidentally, the world was in turmoil, and the nation was facing threats from neighboring countries. So the Emperor summoned the nation, and each major martial arts sect had to send soone to the court.
The unrivaled prodigies of the younger generation were naturally also on the roster.
People in the martial world disdain joining the court, often sneering at it as being lackeys, so each arrogant prodigy defied the order.
The court was furious and imdiately dispatched strong warriors to capture them. Within just half a year, one emperor fell, two sovereigns were imprisoned after abandoning martial arts, and the three fairies managed to escape disaster by marrying into a marquis’s family. Of the five young masters, three died, one fled, and the remaining one transford into a court military guard. The seven heroes all perished, and the thirteen prodigies were subdued by half..."
At this point, Zhou Qiankun sighed softly.
No matter how strong a martial artist is individually, in the face of a great force, they are as weak as ants.
"Three years later, a war broke out among the three nations, and not one of the people who were once headline figures survived; all perished on the battlefield.
Even I would not have survived if I hadn’t always avoided battle, never putting myself in danger unless absolutely necessary, and taking full precautions when risks had to be taken... In this way, I managed to endure and return to a once devastated martial world..."
"Changwang, though the Cultivation Realm differs from the martial world I once inhabited.
The principles of the world are the sa.
A proficient swimr drowns in water; a skilled fighter dies in warfare.
In this world, there always exists soone stronger than you.
Throughout the years, I’ve witnessed many cultivators die at the hands of demon beasts.
Among them were sect disciples, so-called prodigies from cultivation clans, and experienced loose cultivators who’ve hunted countless demons... Yet the dangers of the wild can never be explained in just a few words.
Not to ntion, the most dangerous elent in the wild is always human.
I hope you don’t beco reckless in hunting demons just because you’ve mastered so offensive techniques.
This ti, you were lucky to kill this Iron Armor Pig, but what about the next ti?"
Zhou Qiankun spoke, an uncommon seriousness on his face.
"I understand.
This ti, I acted out of anger and had a certain level of confidence..."
Zhou Changwang nodded, realizing his father was making a crucial point.
He began to reflect.
He had indeed been sowhat reckless before, swayed by the emotions of the mont.
Though everyone gets angry sotis, once the emotions passed, he understood there were better ways to handle the situation. At the ti, he only thought about the strength of his acts, the many talismans he carried, and the mastery of the Dharma Artifact Flying Sword... The saying goes that having lethal weapons stirs murderous intent.
Hence, he chose to go directly up the mountain.
"You are grown now, and I will soon be leaving; I won’t be able to look after you anymore.
Consider this my final warning to you.
Above all, prioritize preserving your life."
Zhou Qiankun felt a slight relief seeing that Zhou Changwang acknowledged his mistake.
What he feared was his son’s refusal to listen, hear without understanding, understand without acting, act and err, acknowledging the mistake but not correcting it, and correcting it without accepting it...
Old Xu stood awkwardly to the side.
He had just praised Zhou Changwang, only to find his flattery poorly tid as he walked into a mont of parental reprimand, leaving him unsure whether to leave or stay.
Soon, Zhou Qiankun took the Iron Armor Pig and left.
As Zhou Changwang had ntioned earlier, his father had always followed loose cultivator teams into the mountains to hunt demons, naturally mastering so channels for selling demon beasts.
With him handling it, Zhou Changwang felt assured.
...
In the Cultivation Realm, the study of any skill is no simple task.
After several days of study and contemplation, Zhou Changwang finally began his first attempt.
The attempt to draw talismans!
Learning from books always feels superficial; he had long been aware of the effects of talismans.
And during the battle with the Iron Armor Pig, while the talisman wasn’t the decisive factor, it’s undeniable that the talisman interference was instruntal in allowing him to strike accurately and easily.
Talismans play a significant role in combat.
If there are enough of them, they could even decide the outco of a battle.
Just imagine, two individuals of similar realm, one poised to cast spells against an opponent, and the other suddenly pulling a stack of talismans from their pocket and scattering them. Endless Wind Blades and Ice Cones, Fireballs and Thunderbolts roar forth...
Even though low-tier talismans have lower power, nurous ants can bite an elephant to death; casting so many talismans at once would be enough to crush a person to death.
"Therefore, learning to draw talismans is imperative."
Zhou Changwang took a deep breath, then retrieved a stack of talisman paper, a talisman pen, and a small dish of Talisman Spirit Blood Ink from the storage bag.
Among these items, the talisman paper was what remained after he unlocked the storage bag’s contents, while the talisman pen and Talisman Spirit Blood Ink were purchased at the Independent Cultivator Marketplace.
The talisman pen was a second-hand item used by so talisman apprentice, with Spirit-Guiding Hair on the tip sowhat split, but it was cheap. After haggling with the vendor, he secured it for seven lower-grade spirit stones.
As for the Talisman Spirit Blood Ink, it was crafted by a loose cultivator vendor himself, and Zhou Changwang, after comparing the content in the Basic Runes, determined that it essentially t the requirents for drawing talismans, and bought so.
But it was expensive, with just a pound costing two lower-grade spirit stones.
Aside from what’s on the small dish, the rest was safely stored in his storage bag.
What followed would be the formal stage of drawing talismans.
For Zhou Changwang’s first ti drawing talismans, he naturally decided to start with the easiest.
So, he planned to draw a Fireball Talisman.
...
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