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Chapter 106 The Underground Palace [Part 3]

In just a few days of practice, he had mastered the art of talisman drawing to the level of a master.

With his current skill level, his success rate in drawing talismans has reached over 70%.

Such a rapid pace of improvement.

If Bai Ling were still alive, she would be shocked to the point of questioning her very existence if she knew about this.

She practiced diligently for over a decade before barely reaching the proficiency level.

Then, he was stuck at this level for another ten years, unable to make any progress.

Even so, she was considered an extremely talented genius within the Pure Fire Sect.

But Hu Long actually surpassed her in such a short time.

But thinking about it carefully, it makes sense.

Drawing talismans relies less on physical aptitude than cultivating secret techniques or martial arts; it depends almost entirely on comprehension.

Moreover, there's another point.

Others who draw talismans not only need to prepare various rare materials, but also need to consume a lot of mental energy during the drawing process.

Excessive depletion of mental energy can even damage one's health and shorten one's lifespan, so one can only practice a few times a day at most.

But Hu Long is different.

With his boundless spiritual energy, he could draw hundreds or even thousands of times a day without any problem.

It was the combination of these conditions that allowed his talisman-drawing skills to progress so rapidly.

Hu Long reached out and picked up the newly drawn talisman.

This is a Blood Explosion Talisman.

The paper used to draw this talisman was specially made from human bone powder.

The cinnabar ink used to draw the runes is even more particular, made by mixing cinnabar as a base with tiger blood, leopard blood, and lion blood.

In addition, it is supplemented with a variety of secret medicinal powders to become a qualified talisman ink.

Raising funds would require a considerable sum.

"In the past, when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was abundant, there was no need for such trouble. We could directly draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to create ink, and even ordinary yellow paper could be transformed into talismans, with even greater power."

Hu Long's eyes flickered as he recalled some records in the art of talisman drawing.

He looked down at the talisman in his hand; activating it was very simple.

It can be guided by blood, inspired by inspiration, or driven by spiritual power; any of the three methods will suffice.

In this era, spiritual inspiration is almost exhausted, and there are almost no people who can project their spiritual power outwards. Therefore, it is basically stimulated by blood.

But Hu Long doesn't need to do that; he can easily activate his mental power.

He held the talisman, went outside the courtyard, and flicked it forward.

next second.

boom!

A fireball the size of a washbasin suddenly appeared and slammed into the wall on one side.

In the blink of an eye, the wall collapsed, and a large hole appeared in the ground, about five meters in diameter, surrounded by charred black.

"This level of power is equivalent to that of a high-explosive grenade. It's not bad for ordinary people, and it can even injure those in the Skin Tempering Realm. However, it's not enough to deal with martial artists above the Bone Tempering Realm, unless there are multiple of them."

Hu Long made his assessment.

The commotion quickly alerted the guards stationed outside.

Seeing this, Hu Long simply waved his hand to indicate that it was alright and told the others to step back.

Just as the group left, a figure quietly entered the courtyard.

The visitor was none other than Fang Mushang.

"Congratulations, Master, on your great increase in strength!"

Fang Mushang bowed respectfully.

As someone who had been imprinted with a spiritual mark, he already had a subtle connection with Hu Long. In addition, Hu Long did not deliberately conceal his increased strength this time, so he was naturally able to sense it immediately.

"What's the matter?"

Hu Long asked casually.

"That's right, this batch of collected supernatural beings has been delivered."

In addition, news came from the Jiang family, requesting that the Fang family send at least one Bone Tempering Realm and five Skin Polishing Realm martial artists to the South Tower Gobi Desert to explore a ruin called "Dungeon Palace."

Fang Mushang reported in a low voice, noticing the doubt in Hu Long's expression, he immediately added: "Master may not know, but the origin of this underground palace is extremely mysterious."

According to the records available so far, the most recent occurrence was a hundred years ago.

Legend has it that the underground palace was built by an immortal, and its interior is full of traps and extremely dangerous.

Of those who enter, nine out of ten will perish.

He paused, then continued, "However, anyone who manages to survive will undoubtedly become rich overnight and live a long and healthy life."

Of course, most of these are just folk tales.

According to the records in the Shuting, this site should have been built thousands of years ago by a powerful ancient magic practice organization during the Ye Kingdom period.

It is said to contain all kinds of treasures, cultivation methods, and even top-notch secret techniques.

Spreading those rumors is nothing more than a way to lure ordinary people into becoming cannon fodder—

Towards the end.

His expression was rather unpleasant.

Needless to say.

The Jiang family's invitation to go over there is probably also intended to use them as exploratory stepping stones or cannon fodder.

"South Tower in the Gobi Desert, a cave?"

Hu Long looked thoughtful.

The only family qualified to command the Fang family is clearly the Jiang family, one of the eight superior clans.

"Besides your Fang family, were any other clans involved in this trip?"

"Of course there are. As far as I know, the five superior clans—Jiang, Yi, Luo, Zhao, and Yu—are leading the charge, so there should be quite a few mid-level clans sending people there as well."

Fang Mushang explained.

"The five superior clans are going too? Does that mean even experts at the Blood Exchange Realm and Core Formation Realm would be in danger?"

Hu Long's eyes flashed.

"Master, you may not know this, but although the underground palace has a mysterious origin, it has appeared in the world quite a few times and has been plundered by various superior clans many times."

For martial artists at the Blood Exchange Realm and above, it no longer holds much appeal.

The reason it's kept now is probably more to serve as a training ground for the talented younger generation of the clan.

Fang Mushang paused for a moment, then continued, "However, there are still quite a few good things inside, which will be of great benefit to martial artists below the Blood Exchange Realm."

"I see."

Hu Long understood.

Simply put, this underground palace is nothing more than a tool used by superior clans to hone their younger disciples.

However, this is an opportunity for me.

Although the Six-Armed Demon Ape Technique is powerful, its upper limit is only the Strengthening of the Internal Organs.

It's not just the Hu family's Spirit Ape Secret Martial Arts.

It could be that the upper clans wanted to maintain their ruling position, or it could be for other reasons.

The upper limit of the Fang family's wild boar martial arts is also only at the level of strengthening the internal organs.

Therefore, if he wants to become stronger, he will eventually have to come into contact with higher-level secret martial arts.

The upper limit of secret weapons within superior clans is definitely higher, and they are also stronger.

If it can be integrated into the Six-Armed Demon Ape Technique, the benefits it can bring are self-evident.

Ten days later.

On the vast Gobi Desert, several armed helicopters flew in from all directions and slowly landed.

Below, the area was already packed with people.

At that moment, the door of one of the helicopters opened, and six figures stepped out of the cabin.

The leader was a tall, obese man.

It was Fang Du, and among the six people behind him were both men and women, all of whom were martial artists at the Skin Polishing Realm.

Among the six, a young man with an ordinary face and a backpack looked around.

A burning passion flickered deep within his eyes.

This person was none other than Hu Long in disguise.

It must be said that this mirage is indeed convenient, allowing him to transform into the appearance of anyone.

"Huh? Your Fang family is so poor, only six people came?"

Just then, a soft, feminine voice suddenly came from the side.

Hu Long looked in the direction of the sound.

A group of people were walking towards them.

The man in the lead had delicate features, and if it weren't for his prominent Adam's apple, he would look almost exactly like a woman at first glance.

"Ha! We're not as timid and cautious as you Miao people, who would rather have someone wrap them up in layers upon layers."

Fang Du scoffed.

Hu Long's eyes flickered slightly.

He had done his homework before coming, and had specifically memorized the characteristics and appearances of some clans. He recognized at a glance that this person was Miao Xun from the "Miao" clan, a middle-class clan.

This person's strength is at the mid-stage of Bone Tempering, comparable to Fang Du.

Hu Long's gaze swept over him and then landed on the crowd behind him.

Among that group of people, besides the five martial artists at the Skin Polishing Realm, there were several at the Body Forging Realm, as well as a few ordinary people.

A rough count revealed there were at least thirty or forty people.

These people clearly all followed Miao Xun's lead.

After a moment's thought, Hu Long understood the reason.

The superior clans would send people from the middle-ranking clans.

To avoid excessive casualties among their own members, middle-ranking clans would draw manpower from lower-ranking clans within their jurisdiction.

And so this team was put together.

There were even ordinary people among them.

However, even if they are not ordinary people, they are at least skilled fighters.

After all, for ordinary people, going into such a place is tantamount to suicide, so bringing anything would be pointless.

This situation is not unique to the Miao people; looking around, most of the people present were gathered in groups.

Only a few individual middle-level clans did not bring any people with them.

opposite.

Hearing the undisguised sarcasm in Fang Du's words.

Miao Xun's face darkened, and he was about to lash out.

Just then, several sharp whooshing sounds suddenly came from afar, and the surrounding noise stopped abruptly, with everyone falling silent.