But on second thought, more exposure to a Positional Divine Technique, even just the basics, might offer a better chance of survival in future fights or when Crossing the Tribulation. The Spirit Stones would be well spent.
Qin Xuan saw the changing expressions on their faces and knew exactly what they were thinking. He said nonchalantly, "Since the three of you have co to learn together, I’ll count you as a group. I’ll give you a discount."
"A total of four hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones per day. And I’ll only teach for two hours a day."
Fan Qingwei nodded decisively. "Deal."
Though the cost pained Ma Xiaoru and Zhao Kang, they could only agree. "Thank you, Junior Martial Uncle Qin."
...
For the next twenty days, Qin Xuan’s Cave Mansion was open for two hours at a fixed ti each day.
His explanations were profound yet simple, clearly dissecting the complex thod of integrating the esoteric essence of Divine Techniques with Talismans.
However, how could a Positional Divine Technique be so easily understood?
Even though Qin Xuan held nothing back in his teachings, and Fan Qingwei’s group listened with rapt attention, it was still incredibly difficult for them to truly comprehend it, let alone try to integrate it into their own Talisman Dao.
Twenty days passed in a flash.
Qin Xuan looked at the extra eight million low-grade spirit stones in his Storage Pouch. A great weight was lifted from his heart, and he couldn’t help but sigh to himself, ’These Demon Monarch Bloodlines really are wealthy... Back when I was at the Qi Cultivation Peak, I had to risk my life just for a hundred low-grade spirit stones.’
But he was well aware of the difference between his own origins and their backgrounds.
Behind this huge sum of Spirit Stones, there had to be the tacit approval of those Demon Monarch ancestors.
Otherwise, how could a few junior Qi Cultivation disciples casually produce such wealth?
In the end, only Fan Qingwei, the one with the most solid foundation and highest comprehension among the three, managed to condense a barely perceptible, faint cyan halo on her Breaking Gold Blood Talisman. She had managed to scratch the surface.
Although she was still far from truly utilizing the mysteries of "Cyan Cicada Shell," it was enough to make her overjoyed.
Ma Xiaoru and Zhao Kang, on the other hand, hadn’t even gotten their foot in the door. They felt completely lost, left with nothing but regret.
...
On this day, deep within the Blood Loan Money Shop, the Pure Yang Soul Capturing Demon Monarch finally erged from his long seclusion.
"Your granddaughter pays her respects, Grandfather!" Fan Qingwei said reverently.
"Hm?" Fan Luming grunted softly.
The next mont, he noticed sothing unusual about his granddaughter Fan Qingwei’s aura.
Besides her original Soul-Catching Demon Intent, there was now a faint trace of a pure, vibrant Yang Wood Position aura entwined around her.
Although it was extrely faint, its essence was of the highest quality, carrying an air of Transcendence and Liberation.
He beckoned Fan Qingwei over.
"Wei’Er, where did this Yang Wood aura on you co from? It seems to be the embryonic form of so kind of Positional Divine Technique."
Upon hearing this, Fan Qingwei said with a hint of pride, "Grandfather, your eyes are sharp. Your granddaughter learned this from Junior Martial Uncle Qin Xuan of Huaizhong Altar. He integrated the essence of a Positional Divine Technique called ’Cyan Cicada Shell’ into a Breaking Gold Blood Talisman, and your granddaughter was lucky enough to learn a tiny bit of it."
"Qin Xuan? That Mud Seed?"
Fan Luming was slightly surprised. "He actually possesses such a skill? How many Spirit Stones did you spend?"
"Two hours a day for twenty days... for a total of two thousand mid-grade spirit stones," Fan Qingwei answered cautiously.
"Two thousand mid-grade spirit stones?!"
Fan Luming was stunned for a mont, then clapped his hands and burst into laughter, his voice shaking the quiet room. "HAHAHA! Good! You are truly a descendant of mine."
Fan Luming’s eyes glead as he looked at his granddaughter, full of praise. "A beautiful piece of business. For a re two thousand mid-grade spirit stones, you got to touch upon a Positional Divine Technique and glimpse a sliver of its profound principles. Not a loss at all—a huge gain!"
Seeing her grandfather so happy, Fan Qingwei also breathed a sigh of relief.
At first, she had been worried that she had withdrawn too many Spirit Stones, but now it seed that sum was nothing in her grandfather’s eyes.
’I heard Junior Martial Uncle Qin also has a Demon Slayer Sword Talisman. I have to learn that one day, too!’
...
「Holy Sect, Reincarnation Hall.」
The sky hung low, devoid of sun or moon, with only an eternal, hazy grayness.
A colossal tower that reached from the earth to the heavens stood at the edge of sight—the Nine Prisons Reincarnation Tower.
The tower had nine levels and was the color of the dark and somber Netherworld.
Countless muddled points of Soul Light were drawn by an invisible force, gathering from all directions and plunging into a massive, rotating black vortex at the tower’s base.
A closer look near the tower’s body revealed that before the Divine Souls entered the vortex, wisps of pure black smoke-like qi were stripped from them.
Afterward, the core spark of their essence, now bearing the golden brand of the Holy Sect, was spat out by the vortex and shot into the vast emptiness, off to reincarnate in so unknown destination.
’So that’s how it is. No wonder the Holy Sect’s loans can be tracked for nine lifetis. It’s all thanks to this Secret Treasure!’ Qin Xuan thought, looking pensive.
...
On the plaza before the tower, figures were sparse.
Everyone standing here had either obtained the qualifications for the trial or was otherwise involved.
Qin Xuan’s heart bled as he paid the twenty million low-grade spirit stones at the entrance.
"That Mud Seed actually managed to scrape together the trial fee!" a Demon Cultivator who had been waiting to see him fail said in surprise.
After he paid the Spirit Stones, a black Reincarnation Talisman Seal fell into Qin Xuan’s hand.
The figures of Wei Qingyi, Ji Boying, and the others appeared right on ti.
"Junior Brother Qin, long ti no see! I’ve missed you!" Wei Qingyi said with a smile.
"Greetings, Senior Brother Wei, Senior Brother Ji," Qin Xuan said, clasping his hands in a salute.
He had just steadied himself when a deep, resonant voice with a hint of a smile sounded from nearby.
"Boy, how does the sting of a bleeding heart feel?"
Qin Xuan turned his head to see that the Pure Yang Soul Capturing Demon Monarch had appeared nearby at so unknown point and was watching him with great interest.
Fan Luming’s aura was profound and deep.
"Greetings, Lord Demon Monarch," Qin Xuan said with a respectful bow, jolting in alarm.
He was afraid Fan Luming had co to demand the Spirit Stones back.
"I..."
"No need for formalities. I know what you’re going to say,"
Fan Luming waved his hand with a smile and looked at Qin Xuan, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.
"Spirit Stones are rely worldly possessions. To be able to trade them for a chance to challenge Reincarnation and temper your Dao Heart is already a bargain."
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