Beast Taming and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Mountain Chasing

In the afternoon, Chen Changqing and Xiao Hei were filming pigs at the slaughterhouse when Xiong Qidong returned from watching, his face expressionless, revealing neither joy nor anger.

One of the workers asked curiously, "Master Xiong, did Master Zhao seriously injure Master Wang again?"

Chen Changqing also looked at Xiong Qidong. Although he was confident in Zhao Qiyuan's strength, Wang Zhenren must have something to rely on if he dared to challenge him. No one could predict the outcome of this battle.

Xiong Qidong took a deep breath, his brows furrowing slightly, clearly not in a relaxed mood.

He glanced at Chen Changqing and slowly said, "Master Wang has actually broken through again, advancing to the fifth level of Foundation Establishment."

His strength is indeed terrifying, especially his newly acquired offensive magic weapon—the 'Crimson Flame Sky-Burning Halberd,' which is incredibly powerful.

As soon as the battle began, Master Wang unleashed the full power of his magical weapon, unleashing a raging inferno that engulfed the entire Blackwater Bay, as if the heavens and earth themselves were about to be burned away.

Master Wang's six-tailed fox demon also advanced to the sixth level of a great demon.

The six-tailed fox demon was also exceptionally powerful, its ferocious aura overwhelming, completely dominating Zhao Zhenren and his ghost-faced monkey demon.

Chen Changqing felt a chill run down his spine. Although he had confidence in Master Zhao, Master Wang's attacks were so fierce that Master Zhao would probably not be able to handle them easily.

Xiong Qidong continued, "Fortunately, Master Zhao possessed the defensive magic weapon, the Nine-Dragon Golden Bell. Master Zhao activated the magic weapon..."

The golden bell transformed into nine golden dragons, encircling him and forming an indestructible defensive barrier that protected him and the ghost-faced monkey.

Although Master Wang's Crimson Flame Heaven-Burning Halberd was incredibly powerful, it was ultimately unable to break through the Nine Flood Dragon Golden Bell's defenses, and was no match for Master Zhao and the Ghost-Faced Demon Monkey.

Xiong Qidong began, "The two sides were locked in a stalemate for a full hour and a half. Unable to break through, Master Wang finally retreated quietly."

A hint of worry flashed in Xiong Qidong's eyes. Master Wang's combat power had increased too quickly. Last time, he was easily and seriously injured by Master Zhao.

But this time, he overpowered Zhao Zhenren, his fighting power was too fierce.

Most importantly, Master Zhao is too old and won't live much longer.

If no new Foundation Establishment cultivator had appeared in the Zhao Immortal Clan before Master Zhao's passing, the Zhao Immortal Clan would have been doomed.

Moreover, even if a new Foundation Establishment cultivator does emerge in the Zhao Immortal Clan, can a newly promoted Foundation Establishment cultivator withstand the overwhelming power of the King True Person?

It's estimated that before long, Dayang County will be the domain of the Wang clan.

With the decline of the Zhao Immortal Clan, life has become much harder for the Beast Tamers who rely on the Zhao Immortal Clan for survival.

After hearing this, Chen Changqing felt a slight sense of relief, but at the same time, he also felt a deep sense of unease.

He hadn't expected Wang Pingfan's fighting prowess to be so fierce.

He is now both a relative of the Zhao Immortal Clan and a disciple of Zhao Qingyao, a second-rank talisman master of the Zhao Immortal Clan.

They are now completely bound to the Zhao Immortal Clan.

If something happens to the Zhao Immortal Clan, his life will be in trouble.

Fortunately, Master Zhao has not been defeated and is currently safe.

But we still need to improve as soon as possible.

Chen Changqing felt a strong sense of urgency.

……

Meanwhile, in the mansion of the Wang Clan, Wang Yuyao sat in her boudoir with a gloomy expression.

She had just received a reply from her Ninth Brother, Wang Yuyuan. In the letter, Wang Yuyuan promised her that once he returned from Nanping Prefecture in two months, he would definitely help her get revenge and kill Chen Changqing.

"Chen Changyue, you bitch, wait until I kill your brother, then let's see what you'll have left to rely on!" Wang Yuyao gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with resentment.

She stood up, walked to the window, and gazed at the distant sky, her heart filled with the pleasure of revenge.

She knew that as long as Ninth Brother made a move, Chen Changqing would surely die.

"Just wait, Chen Changqing, your death is not far off!" Wang Yuyao murmured, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips.

……

As night fell, Chen Changqing returned to the Sanhe Courtyard. After a simple dinner, he went back to the meditation room and began drawing fireball talismans.

After drawing six fireball talismans, he continued to inscribe the protective talisman.

They kept failing.

But with each failure, the Soul-Devouring Black Lotus would give him a sliver of experience and insight, which deepened his understanding of the talisman.

"The runes on the amulet are much more complex than those on the fireball, and the control of spiritual power must be much more precise."

Chen Changqing silently recited the mantra, gently dipping his Qingyun brush in the ink, and slowly channeling spiritual energy into the tip of the brush. He took a deep breath and continued drawing the talisman.

"Amulet +1"

……

More than forty days later.

Sanhe Courtyard.

Quiet room.

Chen Changqing gently dipped the Qingyun Brush in his hand into the talisman ink, and slowly poured spiritual power into the tip of the brush to draw talisman patterns.

This time, his movements were smooth and fluid, and his control over his spiritual power was even more precise.

The runes slowly unfolded on the rune skin, each stroke perfectly placed.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Chen Changqing's forehead, but he dared not be distracted in the slightest and continued to draw with complete concentration.

Finally, the last stroke of the rune was completed, and a faint light flashed across the rune skin before slowly receding and stabilizing.

"Success!" A hint of joy flashed in Chen Changqing's eyes.

It took forty-five days to draw the first amulet.

Not bad.

very good.

Chen Changqing used his divine sense to observe himself.

"Soul-Devouring Black Lotus"

"Owner: Chen Changqing"

"Cultivation level of magic power: Qi Refining Level 2".

Physical Cultivation Level: Body Refinement Level 4 (656/1600)

"Spell: None"

「技能：箭术4级（634/1600），爬树1级（148/200），书法1级（80/200）」

「符篆:火球符2级（65/400），护身符1级（1/200）」

I've finally gotten the hang of amulets.

The Fireball Rune has also reached level two.

The speed at which I can draw fireball talismans has increased significantly, and the success rate has reached 100%.

Most importantly, Chen Changqing discovered that the fireball talismans he drew contained more and more spiritual power.

He even tried it out and found that the fireball talisman he drew was 30% more powerful than the fireball talismans sold in the market.

In addition, his archery skills and physical strength increased by more than ten points every day, making his physical attributes and archery skills even more ferocious than before.

At the current pace, it will take another seventy-odd days to advance to level five.

In addition, the source of spiritual energy in the lower abdomen's dantian also grew stronger. The source of spiritual energy slowly rotated, generating more spiritual power of better quality.

Now, I can use 20% of my spiritual power to draw protective talismans each day, and the remaining spiritual power can be used to draw twenty fireball talismans.

Suppressing his many thoughts, he picked up his brush again to draw talismans.

His spiritual energy output was steady, his brushstrokes were gentle, and his movements were smooth and fluid, as the runes slowly took shape on the rune skin.

But just as the amulet was about to be completed, the spiritual energy within the runes became slightly disordered.

"puff......"

With a soft sound, the amulet's outer skin instantly turned to ashes.

Chen Changqing remained calm. Failure to draw the talisman was perfectly normal. He closed his eyes and absorbed the experience and insights gained from drawing protective talismans that emerged from the talisman skin.

After a while, Chen Changqing opened his eyes again and began to draw talismans.

"Amulet successfully obtained."

"Amulet successfully obtained."

"Amulet +1"