Cultivation: I can see the proficiency level

Several albatrosses flew in from the vast green hills, each carrying a wooden box on its back. From the boxes floated out images and landed outside the cave dwellings of the cultivators they could sense.

Each image is a shadow, some falling into ravines, some by streams, some on mountain ridges, and some in valleys.

A cultivator examined the imagery, then gazed at the albatross flying across the horizon, muttering to himself, "How many years has it been since this desolate mountain has produced someone so wanted and with a bounty on their head!"

The last cultivator to receive such treatment was torn apart by five horses; the one before that was made into a soul lamp; and the one before that was chopped up and made into pancakes to feed his demonic pets.

He had a feeling that this desolate mountain was about to become lively again.

Looking at the shadow diagram in his hand, he sneered. He didn't even consider that the person who could cause such trouble was either a copper ball or a stone ball, and definitely not someone that a mere testicle in the Fallen Mountain could confront head-on.

Few people are as clear-headed as he is.

After seeing the dazzling array of bounty items on the image map, most people couldn't suppress their restless desires and had the idea of ​​pulling off a heist.

Generous rewards are like beautiful women; high profits can bewitch fools.

The person offering the bounty is only at the fourth level of Qi Refining. In this desolate mountain, who among those who occupy spiritual lands and own families is not a fourth-level Qi Refining cultivator? The person in the painting is shrewd, and my fellow Daoist is no less so!

The monks marched side by side, and even ants could kill an elephant.

One man cuts off his left hand, another cuts off his right foot, one scratches his heart and lungs, and another chops off his head. No matter how ruthless his methods, they will all die in the underworld.

Each image was like a bomb dropped, igniting the greed of the impoverished cultivators in the desolate mountains. Many flocked to the market to inquire about Wang Mian's whereabouts.

Even in Yuer Bay, there are shadowy images cast by albatrosses.

Yu Tinghe slowly reached out and caught the falling image in her hand, scanning its contents:

[A respectful message from the Lü family of Taixi Lake to all cultivators:]

A madman from Luopo Mountain, accompanied by a demonic dog, has wreaked havoc, repeatedly slaughtering cultivators of our clan. His sins are heinous, and the entire Lü clan is outraged.

Our clan swears to capture this culprit alive, to execute him by slow slicing and tearing him to pieces; to capture his three souls and seven spirits, to burn lamps and offer sacrifices to comfort the souls of our clansmen.

Whoever captures this beast,

The Lü family rewarded him handsomely with two mid-grade magic artifacts, one thousand spirit stones, ten bottles of mid-grade elixirs, ten mid-grade spirit talismans, and twenty bushels of spirit rice.

Its appearance, magical artifacts, and demonic pets are shown in the accompanying images.

A proclamation was issued to all directions, so that everyone may know.

"My little fish, are you perhaps worried about your fellow Daoist Wang?" As Taijun walked down the corridor, she noticed her disciple was lost in thought, not even noticing her approaching.

He glanced at the image in her hand and, for no reason, felt like teasing his disciple.

Yu Tinghe playfully scolded her mother-in-law for teasing her, pointing to the shadow image in her hand and saying, "Mother-in-law, look, that Lu family has offered a generous reward of several thousand spirit stones to capture Fellow Daoist Wang. I'm afraid it has alarmed all the cultivators in the mountains."

Many cultivators in Luopo Mountain can't even afford a few or a dozen spirit stones. Faced with such a huge reward, they would probably all turn into mad dogs who don't care about their lives.

The Lü family intends to overturn Wang Mian's last refuge, preventing him from continuing to hide in this vast, desolate mountain. Any further pursuit will then be like searching for a needle in a haystack.

This move is intended to alert the enemy.

"You're worried about me?"

"Mother-in-law, please don't play matchmaker. Fellow Daoist Wang is engrossed in cultivation, and so am I. If the Moon Venerable truly arranges a marriage, I will definitely inform you, Mother-in-law," Yu Tinghe explained.

Young cultivators are mostly devoted to the Dao and rarely indulge in romantic love.

It's not that they don't exist, but that they are rare.

"If it's not lovesickness, then why are you lost in thought?" Yu Taijun picked up the Shadow Map: "Even two Qi Refining Level 6 cultivators and one Qi Refining Level 7 cultivator from the Lü family couldn't capture him. Can this cultivator from the Fallen Mountain be more difficult to deal with than the Lü family cultivators?"

"In the end, they came with great force, so I'm just a little worried for you, fellow Daoist," Yu Tinghe replied.

Over the past month, Wang Mian has taught her many sword techniques. What was originally a commonplace sword technique has now become more sophisticated, capable of self-defense and effective against enemies.

She also admired Wang Mian's exceptional talent. At the age of seventeen, he had reached the mid-stage of Qi Refining, and he was skilled in both swordsmanship and magic. In the first half of the month, she even discovered that he was also a talisman maker.

She was a talisman maker, a multi-talented individual like her master, Yu Taijun.

The more time she spent with Wang Mian, the more she felt that he was like a bottomless abyss, unfathomable and profound. How could she dare to have any other desires? She even felt a sense of inferiority that she could only keep to herself.

"Don't worry, don't worry, that little killer won't die so easily. I've calculated it, he's very tough." Yu Taijun burned the shadow diagram in her hand clean.

The Tiemuling lineage has always been known for its integrity and loyalty, while the Songlintan lineage has always been known for its flexibility. Wang Mian, having inherited the true teachings of Cangsongzi, understands the principle of fighting when he can win and running when he can't, even better than his master.

"Listen to your mother-in-law." Yu Tinghe thought her mother-in-law's words made sense; Wang Mian was indeed tough and wouldn't get into trouble so easily.

However, he probably won't be returning to Taro Bay.

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"Young friend, where is your dog?" A subtle glint flashed in the old shopkeeper's eyes. Although he couldn't see the whole picture, he was even more certain that the person in front of him was the young cultivator who had come to Flying Rainbow Pavilion several times.

Wang Mian felt a fleeting sense of being watched, realizing it was the old shopkeeper across from him spying on him, and his expression turned somewhat displeased.

Among cultivators, openly probing each other's cultivation level or scanning each other's figures and faces with one's spiritual sense is considered an act of provocation.

In just a moment.

Wang Mian suddenly had a stack of cultivation talismans in his hand, and the Jinghong Sword had already moved to his other hand, its sword energy surging: "Shopkeeper, are you trying to take advantage of my low cultivation level?"

One moment they were chatting and laughing, but in the blink of an eye, Wang Mian was in this tense and confrontational state, which surprised the shopkeeper.

Knowing he was in the wrong, the shopkeeper apologized repeatedly and even waived the change of fifty spirit stones as compensation. Only then did Wang Mian put away his talisman and longsword and sit down again.

He wasn't actually that resentful.

The old shopkeeper in front of me is probably a cultivator at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refining. With my cultivation at the fourth level of Qi Refining, I am no match for him. He is just putting on an act.

With fifty spirit stones less, he had achieved his goal.

As for provocation, if someone in the late stage of Qi Refining provokes someone in the mid-stage of Qi Refining, does that count as provocation?

"He's quite the little killer." The old shopkeeper stroked his beard. He had truly felt Wang Mian's killing intent for a moment, but he had suppressed it in an instant.

The reason he held back was simply because the difference in cultivation level was too great, making him aware of his own limitations. If this little cultivator were at the ninth level of Qi Refining, you'd see if he would dare to cut him down with a single sword strike.

Having seen countless people, the old shopkeeper could see through his cunning and resourceful nature.

"Senior is joking," Wang Mian said, bringing up the previous question: "May I ask if you have any powerful magical artifacts here?"

He has never liked idle chatter or casual conversation.

Lacking sufficient means, he felt uneasy every day, for in his view, this was the most important matter concerning his life.

The old shopkeeper smiled with a hint of amusement: "Young friend, do you know that your bounty has been scattered all over Fallen Mountain? The reward of several thousand spirit stones is enough to tempt even this old man."

Wang Mian looked at him warily, glancing subconsciously at the windowsill beside him, as if he were about to make a run for it at the slightest provocation.

The shopkeeper found it amusing.

"Does a senior also want to catch a junior?" Seeing that he just smiled, Wang Mian asked tentatively.

He deliberately chose to travel in secluded places along the way and did not see any wanted posters, but he believed that the Lü family was capable of doing this. Wang Mian could also see that the Lü family intended to capture him alive after several attempts.

He had long anticipated that the Lü family wouldn't give up so easily, but since the Lü family wasn't in front of him yet, he had to be wary of this old shopkeeper.

Fallen Mountain only has a ridgeline, never a bottom line. Even if there is a bottom line, its height and length are adjusted according to the spirit stones.

"Not at all," the old shopkeeper said with a smile, "I just feel that one powerful magic weapon might not be enough. It's always good to have a few more on hand, young friend."

This time, he was ready to make this little killer bleed.

There must be some exquisite magical artifacts in Wang Mian's storage bag. Taking advantage of someone's misfortune is one of the traditions of Fallen Mountain, and the old shopkeeper is well aware of its essence.

"Okay!" Wang Mian's face was ashen.

The old shopkeeper nodded and then brought out a lot of magical artifacts and talismans. As Wang Mian listened to the old shopkeeper's introduction of these artifacts, his eyes grew brighter and brighter.