In less than half an incense stick’s ti, a Communication Talisman flew back into Gao Hai’s hand.
Gao Hai swept his Divine Sense over it, and the excited look on his face froze, replaced by a hint of awkwardness. He hesitated, unsure of what to say.
Qin Xuan took in his expression. "What is it? Are your friends unwilling to learn my Golden-Breaking Blood Talisman?"
Gao Hai quickly bowed, his face pained. "Forgive , Junior Martial Uncle! It’s not that they’re unwilling, it’s just... just that sothing has co up."
"What has co up?"
Gao Hai swallowed and said, steeling himself, "Senior Sister Fan and the others... they’ve also invited two other Altar Masters."
"Oh? Which two?" Qin Xuan raised an eyebrow.
"One is Junior Martial Uncle Shi Jian, who inherited the [Brahma Heaven] Sword Talisman. I hear he cultivates the *Heaven-Burning Sword Manual*."
"The other is Junior Martial Uncle Bai Zhi, who inherited the [Gu Dream] Sword Talisman. She’s from the Joyful Lineage and her Bewitching Technique is astounding..."
Gao Hai’s voice grew quieter and quieter as he spoke.
"The Sword Talismans they possess are of a higher grade, and... soone proposed that since all three Junior Martial Uncles are experts in Sword Talismans, you should have a competition on the spot."
"They’ll learn from whoever’s Sword Talisman is stronger."
"Heh. As if the Sword Talismans of the Blood Pool Sword Tomb can be taught privately." Qin Xuan snorted, his displeasure evident.
"Even if they want to learn, I have no desire to teach them."
With a flick of his wide sleeves, Qin Xuan turned to leave.
Gao Hai said, "Alright, I’ll go turn them down right now. You’re right, a fee of one hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones for a two-hour session is a bit low..."
’How much?
A hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones for a two-hour session!’
Qin Xuan, who had just turned away, turned back around.
"Ahem. re Spirit Stones are just worldly possessions. But then again, it’s good that they have the heart to pursue the Dao."
"These friends of yours, what are their backgrounds?" Qin Xuan asked.
Gao Hai didn’t dare to hide anything and quickly explained:
"The leader is Senior Sister Fan Qingwei. She’s the great-granddaughter of the [Pure Yang Soul Capturing Demon Monarch]. She’s at the Qi Cultivation Peak and cultivates the *Soul-Catching Demon Sound*. Her sonic attacks are impossible to defend against, and she has a rather arrogant personality."
"Then there’s Senior Brother Zhao Kang, the grandson of the [Thousand-Faced Blood Demon]. He’s also at the Qi Cultivation Peak and specializes in the *Blood Shadow Illusion Body*. His life-preserving skills are top-notch, and he’s an expert at sucking up to the right people."
When he ntioned Zhao Kang, Gao Hai’s tone was tinged with contempt.
"Finally, there’s Junior Sister Ma Xiaoru. She’s an Inner Disciple of the ancestor, Demon Monarch Ma Miaoyin, the [White Bone Charm]. She’s also at the Qi Cultivation Peak, and her *Miaoyin Bone Transformation Spell* is bizarre and unpredictable."
Qin Xuan said, "Let’s go. Where are they? Take to them!"
...
Thousand-Faced Cliff
A dark cloud descended, and Qin Xuan and Gao Hai appeared from within it.
In the distance, three young n and won were sitting together in a circle, apparently waiting for soone.
The young woman in the lead wore crimson robes. Her temperant was refined and elegant, her eyes clear. It was Fan Qingwei.
Beside her was a young man in brocade robes, bowing and scraping. His eyes darted about, filled with a sycophantic air, but when he glanced at Ma Xiaoru, an imperceptible flicker of contempt crossed his face. This was Zhao Kang.
The last was a young woman in a plain white dress, holding a White Bone Jade Flute. Her face was beautiful but exuded a sinister aura. This was Ma Xiaoru.
"Junior Brother Gao, who is this?"
Fan Qingwei’s gaze swept over Qin Xuan.
Gao Hai said, "This is Junior Martial Uncle Qin Xuan, the one who taught the Golden-Breaking Blood Talisman. He is the Huaizhong Altar Master of the Holy Sect and possesses the [Big Horn] Life Star."
"I see. Qingwei greets Junior Martial Uncle Qin." Fan Qingwei stood and bowed, her voice ethereal and her bearing graceful.
Zhao Kang, however, showed little reverence for Qin Xuan despite his Purple Mansion realm.
He gave Qin Xuan a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "Junior Martial Uncle Qin, it’s not that we disciples don’t have faith in your Golden-Breaking Blood Talisman. It’s just that Junior Martial Uncle Shi Jian’s [Brahma Heaven] Sword Talisman and Junior Martial Uncle Bai Zhi’s [Gu Dream] Sword Talisman are both Purgatory Blood Talismans of the Nascent Soul Level."
"An opportunity like this is rare, so we also want to witness the true power of a top-tier Sword Talisman."
His every word, both spoken and implied, was filled with admiration for the other two.
After all, the [Breaking Gold] Blood Talisman was rely a Golden Core Blood Talisman of the Blood Fiend Level. In the eyes of a Demon Monarch Bloodline, it was indeed hardly worthy of their notice.
’But what the hell does that have to do with you, Zhao Kang?’
Ma Xiaoru toyed with her Bone Flute, her eyes narrowed. Her displeasure was plain to see, and her hostility was even more apparent.
She didn’t even bother to bow.
Qin Xuan looked at the three Demon Second Generation disciples before him, all with powerful backgrounds.
Sensing two powerful Purple Mansion auras rapidly approaching from the distance, he understood everything.
This was no longer a simple lesson on Sword Talismans. It was a wager, a contest of strength between the factions backing them.
"My dear martial nephews and nieces, why have you arrived so early today?"
A voice, tinged with a sharp and solitary Sword Intent, suddenly rang out.
The newcor, dressed in black and holding a sword, was none other than Shi Jian. To Qin Xuan’s surprise, the man was at the Star Mansion Eighth Layer!
Two layers higher than him.
"I greet Master Qin." Seeing Qin Xuan, Shi Jian smiled warmly.
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