360: Chapter 157: The 7000-Year Life Span Suppresses the Blood River_1 360: Chapter 157: The 7000-Year Life Span Suppresses the Blood River_1 Talisman making is one of the six arts of immortal cultivation, and every cultivator studies these six arts.
The difference is that while so disciples learn it, others may not and cease their studies.
However, cultivators with higher cultivation base, or those who have lived for longer periods, usually possess the basics of all six arts.
In particular, talisman making is one of the easier arts to get started with, unlike alchemy and artifact refining, which are extrely difficult to initiate.
Maybe many Golden Core experts do not know alchemy or artifact refining, but they will most certainly know talisman making.
Jue Ying, watching the constables who had started to get busy, spoke to Cao Zhen and Lan Pili, “Since we have limited manpower, I need to make a batch of warning talismans.”
As one of the most basic talismans, the two Peak Masters from the Hundred Peaks Sect couldn’t possibly be unable to craft them.
As he spoke, he was already opening his Qiankun Bag and taking out piles of talisman making materials.
Having lived for nearly three thousand years, his accumulation was vast.
It was not only enough to make the warning talismans needed for a small town, but also more than sufficient for five such towns.
Cao Zhen casually picked up so materials and was just preparing to start making talismans when his eyes suddenly widened.
Before him, Jue Ying raised a hand and pointed, and various talisman materials began to fly up.
Then, with a series of swift motions of his hands, several afterimages of his palming filled the sky.
Fast!
The speed at which Jue Ying crafted talismans was astonishing.
And Jue Ying wasn’t just making one talisman at a ti—he was crafting several at once.
Cao Zhen could tell that Jue Ying’s talisman making technique was quite ordinary; the reason he could craft so many talismans at once was solely due to his high cultivation base.
With his cultivation base, making these most basic talismans was far too easy.
Cao Zhen shook his head slightly.
He had thought that with his ‘lazy-win’ level in talisman making, he would be the main force behind their production.
However, Jue Ying was untold tis faster than him.
Cultivation base, it was still the cultivation base that was far too inferior.
Soon, talismans were swiftly created one after another.
Jue Ying called over the mayor who was rallying the people and a group of constables, and instructed, “These talismans need to be affixed outside every household’s ho.
Rember, tell them that no matter what noises they hear, they must ignore them and must not leave their houses.
Moreover, the nearby towns, Precious Spring Town and Linquan Town, along with those four other towns, have all been slaughtered by zombie soldiers.”
“What, they’ve all…” The mayor and the surrounding constables’ faces changed drastically upon hearing this.
It took them a long ti to accept this fact.
With the mobilization efforts of the mayor and the constables, the villagers quickly returned to their hos, with each household’s doors tightly closed.
Nightfall gradually arrived.
In the center of the town, Jue Ying sat alone with his legs crossed, calm and composed.
In front of him were twelve wooden swords, each only the size of a fingertip.
Cao Zhen and Lan Pili were hidden inside a common, ownerless house.
The night grew deeper and deeper.
Suddenly, a ‘thud’ sounded.
The noise wasn’t particularly loud, but in the quiet of the night sky, it was exceptionally clear.
At the edge of the town, a white light appeared out of nowhere, followed by bursts of barking.
Lan Pili’s expression tensed up imdiately, and he whispered, “The zombie soldiers have arrived.”
As his words fell, near the edge of the town, the houses closest to the white light suddenly radiated a golden glow, hanging under the night sky.
Warning Talisman!
The talismans they crafted had no defensive or offensive capabilities; their sole function was to shoot a bright light up into the sky.
Almost instantly as the warning talismans let loose, Jue Ying pointed in the direction where the talismans had scattered.
Imdiately, a flying sword surged from in front of him, its speed as swift as lightning, leaving trails of afterimages in the air.
On the edge of the town, in front of a family’s door, a zombie soldier wearing ancient, decaying armor and wielding a broken sword, with a jet-black body and stiff movents reminiscent of a dead corpse, appeared to be startled by the bright light that suddenly shone before it.
The creature paused briefly, then swung its arm and fiercely smashed toward the front door of the house.
The seemingly sturdy wooden door shook violently under the hit, and a fist-sized hole appeared.
Zombie soldiers were much clumsier than when they were alive, but once they transford into zombie soldiers, their strength increased significantly.
After one strike, the wooden door was almost shattered.
It raised its hand to completely break the door, but before its fist could fall again, a chilling whooshing sound ca through the air.
A small wooden sword circled around its neck at high speed.
Just a tiny sword, the size of a finger on each side, passed by, and in the next mont, its head was cleanly cut off.
After the wooden sword killed a zombie soldier, it was about to return, but in the distance, the area with the white light went crazy with movent, and more zombie soldiers burst out from within, charging toward the town.
One by one, warning talismans soared up around the town.
In the center of the town, Jue Ying still sat cross-legged on the ground, continuously waving his hands.
In a mont, the remaining eleven wooden swords all took flight.
Twelve wooden swords, as if they were twelve flying swords, shuttled back and forth across the town.
Every ti a wooden sword passed, another zombie soldier fell.
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