Above the Immortal Cultivation

When Wang Lu woke up the next day, he changed his face and walked out of the inn with a swagger.

Then, he came to Yinluanxuan and bought the latest developments of the Blood Battle City and the demon clan in the past six months at a high price.

As expected, there was the most news about him.

Some people said that he was the heir of an ancient family, and some people said that he was actually an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage, so he could pick the silver flower.

What he didn't expect was that the mysterious organization where Huayue was actually asked Tianji Shangren to come forward to confirm for him. It seems that this organization is unfathomable, and he has to act cautiously.

Although the crisis was resolved, it can be seen from the side that Tianji Shangren may have discovered the fact that he still has the thousand-year-old silver flower on him, which is also a troublesome thing.

Now his best choice is to go to Qingfeng Hall immediately and verify his identity with Lei Shun, so that he can completely get rid of the trouble, but once he does this, his painstaking efforts to infiltrate the other party's organization will end in vain.

The most annoying thing is that once he discards the silver talisman, he will be endlessly hunted down by the mysterious organization.

He returned to the inn with a bitter face, and now he could only take one step at a time.

He could no longer easily make such a stupid mistake. It is an eternal truth that wealth should not be exposed.

At the same time, he would no longer carry out the task he had previously taken on in the Blood Hall. God knows whether his appearance would attract the attention and tracking of those who are interested.

In order to save his life, Wang Lu had no choice but to re-create the talisman plan and continuously enhance the capital of saving his life.

However, when he just started drawing, he couldn't help but take out the Qidao talisman.

This talisman is from the upper world, so how did you come to this world?

This puzzled him.

He was really too fascinated by the Qidao talisman. If other people who had this talisman only wanted to complete the task of the mysterious organization as soon as possible, instead of taking it out like a treasure and repeatedly pondering and exploring it carefully.

For a long time, he stared at the Qidao talisman as if he was staring at a charming beauty.

Although this talisman was gorgeous, he was very tired after staring at it for a long time.

He couldn't help rubbing his dry eyes, smiled, and then threw away the talisman and began to draw talismans.

As soon as he started drawing talismans, Wang Lu instantly entered the state, writing non-stop, and one talisman after another was constantly generated under his hidden ink...

Unconsciously, a month passed, and Wang Lu looked at the gray-white talismans piled up on the ground, with various colors faintly shining in the gray-white. He could only sigh that the intermediate talisman was too difficult.

Even if he took out a state of 10,000 points, and when he was facing various unknown enemies, he worked hard, but the success rate of talismans was less than 35 to 1.

In fact, he didn't know how rare and precious the intermediate talismans were.

Many talisman masters who spent their entire lives making talismans only had a success rate of 60 to 1 for intermediate talismans.

He was already a genius in talisman making, and his high success rate was quite rare in the talisman path.

It was precisely because of his continuous research on the Qi Dao talisman that he had such a high success rate.

Although he knew very little about the Qi Dao Talisman, it gave him a lot of wonderful ideas and new inspirations, which was also an important reason for him to increase the ratio from 40 to 1 to 35 to 1.

As usual, Wang Lu ordered the ape puppet to pack up the talismans, and he lay on the bed and fell asleep soon.

For a period of time afterwards, he practiced and made talismans at the same time.

It was not that Wang Lu did not want to find out the news, but he knew that it would be more appropriate to be a turtle in the near future.

That day, he was in the room polishing his magic power to figure out the Qi Dao, and suddenly, the Qi Dao Talisman was dim with silver light, and a message appeared: June 12, Chenshi, South Street, Kong Mansion.

This sudden news made him smile bitterly, and it seemed that he had to go to Kong Mansion in two days.

The area he was in now was West Street, which was under the jurisdiction of the three sects of the Demonic Dao. To go to South Street, he had to cross the Blood Battle Square.

Calculating the time, there were still two days until June 12. I don’t know what the mysterious organization asked him to do. If the other party also wanted the Millennium Silver Flower, he had to make some preparations.

Not only the thousand-year-old silver flower, he also has too many things that are not to be seen.

The dilemma is whether to store the things in Yinluanxuan or hide them in a place where no one knows?

After thinking for a while, a flash of inspiration came to his mind and he got the answer.

The scope of Blood Battle City is very wide, as big as a small country. In addition to the four main roads in the southeast, northwest, and northeast, various streets and alleys shuttle through it, which are intricate and complicated.

At the end of West Street, there is a group of rough stone houses of different heights. The home of Feng Mei Li Yu is in this area.

There are all kinds of small shops, vegetarian restaurants, inns and bungalows. They are the places where the locals born and raised in Blood Battle City live and survive in order to earn a few spiritual stones.

Ninety percent of the cultivators who come here are no more than the foundation-building period. Occasionally, there are immortal masters who play with the world and linger in the place where ordinary people live, feeling their joys and sorrows, and even seeking breakthroughs in their state of mind. However, there are very few such masters.

The main streets of Blood Battle City at night are covered by formations. Although the lights are not as bright as during the day, you can still feel the arrival of night.

The area where Li Yu is located is even darker. After all, ordinary people are used to resting at night, unlike monks who meditate and practice without knowing the difference between day and night.

Wang Lu transformed into a monk with an ordinary face, suppressed his cultivation to the late stage of Qi training, and walked slowly on an unknown street.

At night, there were few pedestrians on the street, and most of the residents of Blood Battle City had returned home to rest.

Every short distance on this street, there is a small alley extending out in a cross shape. Every time he reaches a crossroad, Wang Lu will stop and look left and right. He remembers that Li Yu's house is in a small alley.

After walking a little further, Wang Lu turned straight to the alley on the left side of the street.

Both sides of the alley are residential houses. In fact, they are not called houses, but small stone houses.

These unremarkable houses are all built with green stones.

The seven sects are more concerned about the residents of this city. Each house has been blessed by the formation master with some simple formations to resist wind, frost, snow and rain, at least to prevent being blown by the wind and rain and displaced.

Wang Lu came to one of the bungalows.

The wooden door was closed tightly, and a spell was cast casually, passing through the crack of the door like a shadow.

Passing through the wooden door, Wang Lu came to a small courtyard that was two meters long and more than one meter wide. The ground was paved with mottled and irregular stones. Before passing through the wooden door, just in case, he added an intermediate-level body-destroying talisman to himself.

Looking at the three small houses lined up in a row.

A kitchen, two rooms, the kitchen door was half open, one of the rooms had no lights, and the other room had a pale yellow light coming through the windowsill, quiet and peaceful.

Coming to the window, a middle-aged woman was sitting on a wooden bed, concentrating on sewing under the light of an oil lamp, and on the bed was a pretty little girl who looked similar to Li Yu, sleeping soundly.

In another room, Li Yu sat upright on a wooden bed, meditating and practicing.

There were sweat stains hidden in his hair, and a small white jade bottle was placed on a stone table not far from the bed.

Wang Lu felt it with his consciousness, and found that there was a Qi Yun Dan in the jade bottle, which could only be taken by people in the middle stage of Qi Refining.