Cultivation: I can see the proficiency level

Bian Zemin was beheaded by Wang Mian?

The news took the two of them quite a while to process.

Jiang Hao didn't know much about the Bian family's situation, and dared not think too much about it. He only thought that Wang Mian had killed a fourth-level Qi Refining cultivator of the Bian family, which was a feat that he could not even imagine.

Fourth level of Qi Refining = Senior.

Senior = Invincible.

Wang Mian = Senior = Jiang Mo is an invincible person.

As an older generation cultivator, Hua Gu knew more about the situation. The second son of the Bian family was not a Qi Refining Level 4 cultivator, but a Qi Refining Level 5 cultivator.

Still a talisman master.

How could it be so easy to kill?

It's no wonder that Bai Jiuniang was so badly injured when she was fighting such an enemy. One of her injuries was so severe that if the power of the talisman had been increased even slightly, her internal organs would have been damaged, and her life would have been in danger.

"That person is a talisman master at the fifth level of Qi Refining... truly a promising young man!" Hua Gu exclaimed with deep emotion.

She was only a Qi Refining Level 4 cultivator, still quite a distance from Qi Refining Level 5. She knew she was no match for the Bian family talisman master.

In just a few months, Wang Mian and Bai Jiuniang have already managed to kill such a person.

"Level 5 Qi Refining... and a Talisman Master?" Jiang Hao jumped up, sensing Wang Mian's indistinct magical aura, his face filled with disbelief: "Brother Wang, did you drink the Immortal Lord's urine? Now you can even slay someone at level 5 Qi Refining!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Mian's face darkened.

He recalled his childhood innocence, when Cangsongzi once tricked him by saying that drinking the Immortal Lord's urine would make his cultivation advance by leaps and bounds, and he even clamored to drink it.

Hua Gu smiled gently.

"Senior, what about my master?" The relaxed atmosphere was broken by Jiang Hao's question.

While it was certainly gratifying and satisfying to be able to slay the fifth level of Bian's Qi Refining, the most important thing for Jiang Hao was to rescue Tie Gu Sou.

At this very moment, his master might be being whipped in turn by seven or eight strong men. Or perhaps, he's being tortured to the point of ecstasy by seventy or eighty different tools.

Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

"Your master's life should be safe for now. Let me contact some fellow Daoists first, and then we'll devise a rescue plan," Hua Gu said.

Seniors are methodical and discreet in their work, and their few words always give juniors a strong sense of security.

With just a few words, Jiang Hao was calmed down and decided to listen to Hua Gu's advice on rescuing his master, Tie Gu Sou.

In fact, Jiang Hao understood that no matter how anxious he was, Bai Jiuniang needed time to heal her injuries, and Hua Gu needed time to contact her fellow Daoists. They couldn't just go down the mountain now.

Not only could the master not be saved, but the seniors would also be lost.

"The patriarch of the Bian Clan is already at the late stage of Qi Refining, and there are several others at the mid-stage, and even more at the early stage. We really need to think things through carefully before taking any action," Wang Mian told Jiang Hao what he knew.

Even the most insignificant immortals are not pushovers that can be easily manipulated by rogue cultivators.

A rogue cultivator is just a rogue cultivator. Their spells, techniques, magical artifacts, talismans, and elixirs are all inferior to those of immortal cultivators.

"You must not have been able to have a peaceful meal these days. Eat and drink your fill first, and get a good night's rest," Hua Gu made the arrangements.

The two should be.

With the arrival of Wang Mian and Jiang Hao, Hua Gu, who was usually idle, became busy, brewing medicine and cooking.

While applying medicine to Bai Jiuniang, she finally had a chance to ask Wang Mian, "Judging from the change in its aura, has it broken through the minor barrier again?"

Upon closer examination, Hua Gu discovered that Bai Jiu Niang's sickly body possessed a much stronger demonic aura than her own.

Hua Gu also discovered that after not seeing him for several months, Wang Mian's cultivation aura had become incredibly refined, and he could step into the mid-stage of Qi Refining at any time.

She could clearly feel a sense of threat emanating from Wang Mian. It was a unique spiritual sense of a cultivator, and the fact that she could feel this meant that he was indeed a threat.

After understanding the situation, she also understood why Wang Mian would attack the Bian family's talisman master. He was not reckless, but had the confidence to fight.

"Keep the rest of the ointment. Apply it once a day. Tomorrow I will go and visit some fellow Daoists. The two of you can stay in the valley for now," Hua Gu instructed while washing her hands.

"I'll listen to Aunt Rong," Wang Mian replied.

Seeing that he was obedient, Hua Gu said with a hint of comfort, "Cultivators all have their own tribulations, their own destinies, and their own fates. Don't take on everything yourself."

If Iron Bone Old Man had simply gone a little further, he wouldn't have had this trouble. But he insisted on going into the Yangchang Gorge, which is not far from Fallen Mountain, and his whereabouts were discovered.

She had already noticed that Wang Mian was blaming himself, and this incident gave her the opportunity to remind him that it wasn't all his fault.

"Thank you for your comforting words, Aunt Rong. I understand." Wang Mian smiled.

Even a cultivator is not made of wood or stone; he could sense the care and concern that Flower Maiden showed him.

He wasn't stupid; he understood immediately after a little guidance. Hua Gu stopped there, waving him away to take Bai Jiu Niang with him: "Go and rest."

Bai Jiuniang was not in much spirits, and only used her demonic power to condense a few words of thanks to her senior.

This made Hua Gu smile.

Carrying Bai Jiuniang back to her room, as they passed by Jiang Hao's room next door, they could still hear his deafening snoring. Perhaps he was exhausted from the past few days, as Jiang Hao was sleeping soundly.

During today's meal, Jiang Hao ate a whole bucket of spirit rice by himself, and recounted his escape experience of gnawing on tree bark and eating grass roots with tears streaming down his face.

This wasn't the first time he'd eaten tree bark and grass roots; following the Iron-Bone Elder, he'd gone three days without a meal. But this time, Wang Mian felt a deep sense of guilt, believing Jiang Hao had suffered so much because of him.

Bai Jiuniang gently patted him, and Wang Mian, who had come to his senses, went into the room, settled Bai Jiuniang in, and, having nothing else to do, took out the storage bag he had obtained from Bian Zemin.

The storage bag contained many items, many of which Wang Mian was seeing for the first time.

First, he took the talisman brush, a magical artifact with a warm, smooth jade handle and an extremely fine bristle brush tip. It shimmered with spiritual light and was unlike any ordinary object.

This object is both a magical implement and a talisman brush, but it is used more for making talismans than for fighting. This is why Bian Zemin did not use the talisman brush against his enemies.

The other item was a jade pendant, about half the size of a palm, icy and translucent, with intricate carvings of mythical beasts.

It was a mid-grade defensive magic artifact, roughly equivalent in quality to the inner armor magic artifact he had purchased. It was extremely defensive, and it took him and Bai Jiuniang a lot of effort to break through its defensive shield.

Wang Mian carefully put it away, intending to leave it for Bai Jiuniang to use in the future; Bai Jiuniang always charged into battle whenever she fought, and having an extra life-saving artifact would greatly reduce the risk of her death.

"The two Yin Thunder Beasts, two Healing Pills, and seven or eight talismans I used up have all been worthwhile," Wang Mian calculated, weighing the gains and losses.

Two ritual implements were provided, and nothing more.

Inside the storage bag were two liters of spirit ink, the color of red lacquer, stored in a jade container. Beside it were seven or eight reams of blank talisman paper, of varying grades.

Wang Mian counted them; each cut yielded a hundred sheets, totaling seven or eight hundred talismans. There were few medium-grade talismans, but many low-grade ones, and all of excellent quality.

Beside it was an exquisite wooden box. Wang Mian opened it and found a low-grade talisman pen that had been lying around unused. The material was inferior, and its spiritual charm and shape were far inferior to the mid-grade talisman pen.

In this way, the talisman brush, talisman paper, and talisman ink were all complete, but unfortunately Wang Mian didn't even know how to draw a single talisman.

"How could a cultivator with so many skills become so fat?" As a cultivator from Luopo Mountain who was used to being poor, Wang Mian's eyes were opened this time.

There were still quite a few items left in the storage bag, including three cans of spirit tea and about four or five hundred catties of spirit rice.

The pile of four hundred spirit stones gleamed with spiritual light, almost making Wang Mian's grin stretch to his ears.

Bian Zemin was like a fat pig celebrating the New Year; with each item he took out, Wang Mian's smile grew even wider.

He picked up a bottle of Huanglong Pill, a bottle of Healing Pill, only four Spirit Cure Pills left, and two bottles of Qi Boosting Pill. He checked each of the jade bottles one by one and then put them back into the exquisite wooden box.

In the storage bag, there were about twenty talismans left. Only a few were of medium grade, mostly talismans to assist in cultivation, and about twenty were of low grade, mostly Xuanjia protective talismans.

These alone filled the wooden table in front of him. With such a harvest, Wang Mian, who was always content, was completely satisfied.

The rest were mostly miscellaneous items, miscellaneous books, and bedding items such as shackles, whips, fox tails, and cat ears, which Wang Mian discarded like worn-out shoes.

Finally, Wang Mian took out a heavy wooden box made of spirit wood, inside which was a jade slip with the three characters "Nine Talismans Scripture" written on it.

Upon seeing these three words, Wang Mian's heart skipped a beat. In an instant, he had a certain guess. Trembling with fear, he carefully picked up the jade slip to examine it.

Suppressing his inner excitement, Wang Mian forced himself to calm down and used the Dust Concealing Technique several times before he could suppress his chaotic thoughts.

Taking a deep breath and preparing himself mentally, Wang Mian placed the jade slip on his forehead. Several surges of information rushed into his mind, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"It's actually a talisman-making inheritance?" At this moment, his first reaction was not ecstasy, but doubt about the authenticity of the jade slip's contents.