The paste on the paperman was not yet dry.
Drip, drip.
Continuously dripping onto the wooden board.
Li Yan had learned this craft of making paper figurines from Wang Daoxuan.
To be honest, what he learned wasn’t up to much.
Using bamboo sticks to fix it, he barely managed to make a human shape, randomly layering rough paper over it, with no details like facial features or fingers.
For so reason, Li Yan had no talent for such delicate crafts; if others saw it, they would probably laugh their heads off.
But making it this way was already enough.
After his Dao improved, the changes in the "North Emperor Grass Spirit Skill" were even more.
When used as a spy, the range of intelligence gathering expanded greatly.
Moreover, it could even simulate his aura.
Do not underestimate this point; many spells and magical attacks target the aura as a marker, so the current Grass Spirit Skill could protect and confuse the enemy.
Just like now, the opponent couldn’t detect anything unusual at all.
Making the paperman was just to make it seem more real.
At the back door of another inn, Li Yan lowered his bamboo hat, glanced around, and quickly traversed through the dark alleys.
Wufeng Creek was nad because it had five main streets, called respectively Jin Feng, Qing Feng, Yu Feng, Bai Feng, and Xiao Feng.
Each street had little alleys connected to one another.
Though it seed small, it was bustling.
In so places, construction work was underway to build clubs for guests from hotowns to rest and connect.
Li Yan did not enter the main street; he only moved through the dark alleys.
He had the "Dragon and Snake Card," and when he used Divine Skills to investigate, others could not detect any activity; it was very stealthy.
Very soon, he sensed sothing amiss.
In this small Wufeng Creek Pier, quite a few sorcerers gathered, with a few possessing considerable Qi, not much different from his.
As for whether they were enemies, it was still unclear.
To avoid alerting them, Li Yan just noted down the locations and the scents on those people and didn’t get close.
His target was, first and foremost, the magician casting spells to monitor him.
If he did not deal with this person first, he wouldn’t be able to eat or sleep in peace.
Finally, arriving at an old warehouse, the feeling of having a prick on his back, as if a sharp sword pressed against his back, appeared again.
This ant there was a spell targeting him.
A gleam of fierceness flickered in Li Yan’s eyes; suddenly exerting force with his feet, he crashed through the wooden door with a bang and rushed straight in.
Indeed, it was that old black-robed Daoist and the Divination Child.
The old Daoist had extensive experience in the pugilistic world.
Though he didn’t understand why the monitored target suddenly appeared, his adaptability was extrely strong; with a flick of his Daoist robe, he wrapped the small black altar on the magic platform.
"Take this!"
With a cold snort, the black altar instantly shattered.
This small black altar was filled with incense ash and bone powder, mixed with so red phosphorus, dispersing into a gray mist in the air.
Whoosh~
The gray mist ignited without wind, turned into two clusters of ghostly green flas, swirling and rushing towards Li Yan.
Protective Spell Formation!
Sorcerers setting up a magic platform most dreaded soone approaching and disturbing, especially when casting spells when one was the most vulnerable.
Typically, one needed to arrange for a Divine General to protect the platform.
But without the conditions, one had previously to arrange a Protective Spell Formation, which could be triggered anyti to block enemies.
And the black-robed Daoist wasn’t idle either.
He leaped towards the warehouse wall beside him.
Elsewhere, the walls were made of earth, but here it had collapsed before, simply repaired by nailing wooden boards.
Crack!
The Daoist broke through the wooden boards and dashed out.
The cold wind blowing, the old Daoist felt secretly pleased; fortunately, he was cautious and had previously prepared an escape route.
As for the child behind him, he ignored it.
But as soon as he dashed out of the warehouse, his face changed dramatically, followed by his body stiffening, eyes turning bewildered, finding it difficult to move.
Then, a hand reached out from the darkness, wrapped around his neck, and dragged him back in.
It was Li Yan, who had punched through the ghost fire and restrained his Divine Soul with the Soul Hook, easily capturing him.
Crash!
Amidst the sound of breaking debris, the old Daoist rolled on the ground.
"Master!"
The Divination Child exclaid, pouncing onto the old Daoist, eyes full of hatred staring at Li Yan, seemingly trying to shield him from the blade.
Li Yan frowned slightly, reversing the Duan Chen Blade horizontally, asking confusedly, "Why are you standing in front of him?"
The child gritted his teeth, saying, "He’s my benefactor, if you want to kill, kill !"
Li Yan chuckled, "What nonsense beneficial master. You child, do you not know that this spell drains your life?"
"Nonsense!"
The child blushed, utterly disbelieving.
Li Yan shook his head, "This old Daoist only reached the two-fold tower stage in Dao. How could it be normal Circular Light Technique to make feel threatened?"
"Don’t believe it? Feel two inches under your left rib, is there a bulging lump? Every night having nightmares, sleepless?"
The child hesitated, "Master says I’m ill, earning money is to cure ."
"Rubbish!"
Li Yan said coldly, "This is called Ghost Muscle, born from infected Sha Qi; you’re too young to withstand this spell."
"When the Ghost Muscle connects with the heart veins, your life will be at its end."
He had also heard this from Wang Daoxuan, so unscrupulous Jianghu sorcerers used this spell to make money.
Children awakened with Divine Skills, if seen by the Magic Veins of the Mystical Sect, usually wouldn’t be missed; those with good aptitudes would even be contended for.
But if found by these wicked sect mbers, they would only beco tools for accumulating wealth, easily dying an unnatural death.
"You... you’re talking nonsense!"
This Divination Child was only seven or eight years old, what Li Yan said completely overturned his world, never imagining that the seemingly kind Master would harm him.
Before he could think more, he suddenly couldn’t breathe.
It turned out that the black-robed Daoist had suddenly stood up, grabbing the child’s neck, shouting harshly, "Back off, let go, or I’ll kill this kid..."
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