Cultivating Immortality Through a Hundred Lifetimes: I Possess the Heavenly Book of Merit

Although it is unknown whether Bai Tong has gained any insights from the spirit talisman tablet, Yu Yan has indeed benefited greatly.

He had a feeling.

The first-tier, mid-grade concealment talisman was completely imprinted in his mind; as long as he had enough spiritual power, he could draw it.

It can be said that even if the assessment for inner disciples of the talisman sect had not been opened ahead of schedule, Yu Yan would have been able to enter the inner sect based entirely on his own strength.

His somewhat hurried departure was precisely to verify what he had in mind.

Draw a complete concealment symbol!

Inside the room.

Yu Yan took a deep breath, picked up the talisman brush, and slowly closed his eyes.

In his view, although the feelings he got from the spirit were not as real as seeing things with his own eyes, he could observe things more carefully in all aspects.

Using one's soul for delicate tasks is perfectly suited to this purpose.

Although the real view was lost, every part of the talisman paper on the table could be "seen" clearly, and even the slightly grainy texture and tiny bumps could be noticed.

The craftsmanship of this talisman is really mediocre.

If I have enough spirit stones, I might need to replace them with better talismans later.

Numerous runes kept appearing in my mind, and with each stroke of the talisman brush, they landed on the paper.

The patterns connect to form a whole.

Swah——

As the cinnabar continued to be consumed, Yu Yan also felt his spiritual energy being constantly drained, becoming less and less...

"Fang Chang is right."

"A mid-grade first-tier talisman is indeed different from a low-grade one. Just one word difference, yet it consumes so much spiritual energy."

"With my Qi Refining Level 2 spiritual power, I already felt strained halfway through drawing."

With his eyes closed, Yu Yan waved his arm, and a spirit stone appeared in his hand, finally replenishing his spiritual power.

However, his five spiritual roots absorbed energy too slowly.

Even with the help of spirit stones, the replenished spiritual energy is far less than what is consumed by drawing talismans.

"call--"

My body feels like it's being hollowed out.

Sweat beaded on Yu Yan's brow, and his right hand began to tremble uncontrollably.

Left with no other choice, I had to lift the talisman brush.

The runes broke, the spiritual power dissipated, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to fall to the ground.

"A mid-grade first-tier talisman consumes so much spiritual energy?"

Yu Yan was shocked. Looking at the talisman that had become a piece of waste paper, he sighed softly.

If it weren't for the five spiritual roots, perhaps we could have succeeded this time.

"It seems I need to reach at least the third level of Qi Refining."

He underestimated the sect's inner sect talisman assessment. If it hadn't started earlier and wasn't based on first-grade mid-level talismans, he really wouldn't have been able to pass with his current Qi Refining Level 2 spiritual power.

"I still need to improve my cultivation level."

"Even if you pass the test and enter the inner sect, if you want to gain a foothold there, even if your cultivation level is not up to par, you must keep up with the way of talismans, and even surpass most people."

After a moment of rest, Yu Yan finally had the strength to support himself and gather the scraps of paper on the table.

Bang, bang, bang—

A few gentle knocks sounded from outside the door.

Dragging his still somewhat tired body, he opened the door, only to find that the visitor was actually Daoist Qinglu.

The other party was slightly surprised to see Yu Yan's exhaustion.

"Yu Yan, what are you doing—"

Yu Yan gave a wry smile and cupped his hands in greeting.

"I've made a breakthrough in the art of talismans, and I intended to take it down in one fell swoop, but I didn't expect..."

He didn't say what happened after that, but Qinglu Daoist already understood.

The other person's surprise only deepened.

"You mean... another breakthrough in the art of talismans?"

"Yes, just as you think. If my spiritual energy is sufficient, I am confident that I can draw a mid-grade first-level talisman."

Qinglu Daoist stared at Yu Yan, then said "good" twice in succession.

"In just three years, you have achieved such mastery in the art of talismans. It was worth bringing you to Yuanfu Peak. You are indeed suited for this skill."

As he spoke, he reached out and gently patted Yu Yan's shoulder.

"As for your cultivation level, you don't need to worry about that."

A jade bottle appeared in Qinglu Daoist's hand. He opened it in front of Yu Yan and poured out a clear and bright pill, with a few wisps of cinnabar clouds faintly visible above it.

He chuckled and said:

"Because you helped expose the traitor within the sect, I specially obtained a Spirit Gathering Pill of decent quality from Senior Sister Qingyao. It should be helpful to you."

The other party personally placed the pill in Yu Yan's hand and encouraged him:

"Since you have a talent for the way of talismans, you must not become complacent because of your achievements. The path of cultivation is endless, and you must be even more diligent."

Yu Yan invited him into the room, brewed him a pot of tea, and asked:

"Any results from Qi Hao's side?"

"Hmm, this kid is honest enough. He's told almost everything. Just as I thought, it really was those bastards from the Broken Army Mansion. In order to prevent the Ancestor from forming his core, they actually tried to infiltrate the formation of my Yuanfu Peak from the inside."

"The reason I chose you was indeed because Qi Hao was jealous of your achievements; in a way, it was an undeserved misfortune."

Yu Yan smiled and raised the Spirit Gathering Pill in his hand.

"Every cloud has a silver lining. If I hadn't been chosen, I wouldn't have received this Spirit Gathering Pill, would I?"

"Haha, you're right."

Qinglu took a sip of tea and found Yu Yan increasingly pleasing to the eye.

He has a good character and is very determined in his cultivation of Tao. What is even more commendable is that he values ​​relationships and loyalty.

Back then, he almost didn't join a sect because of Tian Erwa, and now he has captured Qi Hao, the spy, for Yuanfu Peak.

They didn't seem to care that much about the five spiritual roots anymore.

"How about this?"

Qinglu put down his teacup.

"If you can pass this test, you can become my disciple and devote yourself to the cultivation of talismans. What do you say?"

Yu Yan suddenly looked up and saw that he was serious. Knowing that the other party was not joking, he was pleasantly surprised and quickly agreed.

"Thank you, senior."

Master Qinglu simply waved his hand.

"That's fine, I look forward to that day."

After saying that, he stood up and, followed by Yu Yan, went to the courtyard gate.

As they were leaving, it seemed as if they remembered something.

"I know you have a habit of using the Yellow Dragon Pill for cultivation, but the Spirit Gathering Pill is far more potent than the Yellow Dragon Pill, so it's still necessary to remind you."

"With the refining speed of your five spiritual roots, even half a pill at a time would not be enough to sustain you. Wasting pills is a minor matter, but exploding and dying would be a complete loss."

"Try it first before taking it. For you, taking a quarter at a time is probably the limit."

The Taoist priest Qinglu explained in great detail, and Yu Yan dared not be distracted, listening attentively.

"I have noted it down."

Qinglu nodded slightly, showing that she trusted Yu Yan quite a bit.

He preferred to accept disciples with a stable temperament, just like Kong Shangji.

Speaking of which, Kong Shangji was among the second batch of disciples to enter the secret realm, and some time has passed since then. I wonder how things are going?

"Three days have passed, why hasn't Junior Brother Qingkui sent any news yet?"

Qinglu Daoren felt a little worried, but he did not show it to Yu Yan. He simply flew away on his sword.

Yu Yan bowed deeply to bid farewell, and only slowly raised his head after the sound of the flying sword cutting through the air disappeared.

Looking at the Spirit Gathering Pill in his hand, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Qi Hao, Qi Hao, you really are a lucky star, you actually brought me three great gifts."

With a breakthrough in comprehension, a Spirit Gathering Pill, and the opportunity to become a disciple of the Peak Master.

The old man lost his horse, but Yu Yan's loss was absolutely worthwhile.

If possible, please bring more; he is not afraid of anyone who comes.