A Guide to Surviving the Mysterious Dungeon and the Twelve Talismans

The shopkeeper watched the departing crowd, then looked at the five hundred taels of silver in his hand, and a smile gradually crept onto his lips.

That young master who looked like an important person actually left without taking any money.

Doesn't that mean the five hundred taels of silver belong to him?

The next second, a man ran in.

He glanced at the shopkeeper, took the silver from his hand, and then quickly left.

"Sigh, as expected, although I'm not short of money, I can't just give you five hundred taels of silver for nothing." The shopkeeper couldn't help but sigh with regret.

His gaze swept over the inn, his pupils contracting sharply.

"Oh dear, what a huge loss! What a huge loss! Those people haven't paid yet, they haven't paid yet!" The shopkeeper was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe.

……

"Young master, this is your room. Please call me if you need anything." The waiter bowed respectfully and then left.

As he left, he made sure to close the door behind him.

Zhou An looked around the room and thought to himself, it was quite nice.

It's at least seventy square meters, and there's a separate room for showering and using the restroom.

The bedding and pillows were also clean and had no odor.

The window was open, and you could see the street scene in the distance.

Zhou An sat cross-legged on the bed and then took the four martial arts manuals he had taken back from the village chief.

They are all high-grade Xuan-level cultivation techniques.

Xuanming Gong, a high-grade Xuan-level Qi and Blood cultivation technique.

Xuanming Youlong Body is a high-grade Xuan-level movement technique.

Xuanming Palm, a high-grade Xuan-level palm technique.

Nether Blade, a high-grade Xuan-level sword-type martial art.

“Xuanming…” Zhou An stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.

The names of these martial arts techniques all seem to belong to the same faction.

This suggests that his parents might be disciples of some powerful organization.

I just don't know why my parents went back to Xiaofeng Village.

Zhou An immediately summoned his evil and benevolent thoughts.

"We can't cultivate this Qi and Blood Technique, so let's cultivate these three martial arts techniques instead." Zhou An handed the Nether Blade and the Profound Nether Palm to the Evil Spirit Body and the Benevolent Spirit Body.

The malevolent entity frowned: "Practicing swordsmanship in this inn? How dare you even say that?"

"If I keep cutting like this, this house will collapse."

Upon hearing this, Zhou An smiled and said, "It's not like I'm asking you to fight. You just need to understand and comprehend the basics first. Just control your strength."

“That works too.” The benevolent body nodded.

The malevolent entity frowned: "Cultivating this thing is too troublesome. Anyway, I have the One-Slash skill."

"And don't forget, we also have fire control, not to mention the ability to sacrifice flesh and blood in actual combat. Our power can reach thousands of times that of ordinary people."

"Those so-called martial artists, can they withstand a single punch from us?"

Zhou An shook his head: "The strength is indeed great, but by practicing martial arts techniques, one can unleash even greater power."

"Don't you think you have enough tricks up your sleeve?"

"Alright, all you ever think about is slacking off. When we tell you to cultivate, you cultivate." The benevolent being chimed in.

"Are you asking for it? How dare you talk to me like that?" The malevolent entity raised its fist and glared fiercely at the benevolent entity.

Then he added, "Fine, let's cultivate then. This stupid dungeon isn't fun at all."

He even pursed his lips after saying that.

Zhou An smiled and shook his head, then began to comprehend the Xuanming Youlong Body.

In the blink of an eye, two hours had passed.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

Inside the room, Zhou An and the other two were cultivating.

One could see the benevolent being constantly waving its hands, with a layer of bloody light emanating from its palms.

The malevolent entity wielded a kitchen knife bought from the back kitchen and swung it repeatedly, each swing releasing a wisp of energy.

Zhou An himself moved and twirled throughout the room, appearing incredibly graceful.

In just two hours, all three of them had entered the basics and even made some progress in their cultivation.

Suddenly, the three of them stopped cultivating at the same time.

The three exchanged a glance, then went to the window and looked down at the street.

"Oh ho, here comes the troublemaker." The malevolent entity revealed a wicked smile.

"Isn't that the son of the county magistrate who had his front tooth knocked out with silver this morning?" The benevolent spirit spotted Lin Changzong in the crowd at a glance.

"Sigh, why can't they just stay calm? I just want to complete the mission properly," Zhou An sighed.

"What should I do? Should I teach them a lesson?" the malevolent entity asked with great interest.

He never liked boring cultivation; he preferred to have some fun.

"You handle it, but don't cause any deaths, since I still have to participate in the martial arts tournament," Zhou An instructed.

"Don't worry, leave it to me." The evil entity chuckled.

……

Downstairs from the inn.

"Where is this person?" A constable took out a portrait and showed it to the shopkeeper.

"This... I wonder what business the official has with this young master?" The shopkeeper did not give a direct answer, but instead inquired about the reason.

"You old dog, answer me if I tell you to, or I'll burn this shabby inn down!" Lin Changzong roared, his words muffled.

Lin Changzong's face has been swollen down, but his knocked-out teeth have not grown back.

So when he speaks, there's a slight lisp and his pronunciation is a bit unclear.

"My lords, my lords, it's not that I'm unwilling, but that young master is a True Essence Realm expert."

"If I disturb that young master, even ten thousand lives wouldn't be enough to compensate for it," the shopkeeper said with a bitter expression.

He had overheard what that young lady from the Wang family in the prefectural city said.

The old servant and guards were all True Essence Realm experts, but they were no match for that young master.

This means that Zhou An is at least a True Essence Realm expert, or even higher.

"True Yuan Realm?" The constable holding the portrait gasped, his body trembling slightly.

He was just a constable in the mid-stage of the Body Tempering Realm; a True Essence Realm expert could probably crush him with a single finger.

"True Yuan Realm?" Lin Changzong's gaze sharpened, but he quickly realized what he meant.

"You old dog, you think he's a True Yuan Realm cultivator just because you say so?" Lin Changzong believed that the guy was a martial artist at the peak of the Bone Refining Realm.

There is a possibility that it is the Meridian Opening Realm, but it is absolutely impossible for it to be the True Essence Realm.

"Young master, please calm down," Constable Yan reassured Lin Changzong.

He then looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "Shopkeeper, how did you know that person was a martial artist at the True Essence Realm?"

Just as the shopkeeper was about to speak, a mocking voice came from the steps above.

"Why ask the shopkeeper? Just ask me." The evil entity descended slowly from above with a mocking smile on its lips.

When the shopkeeper saw Zhou An come down, he immediately fell silent.

"Officer Yan, it's him! This is the guy! Take him down right now!" Lin Changzong exclaimed excitedly as he saw Zhou An arrive.

"Why did you knock out Young Master Lin's teeth for no reason, causing facial damage?" Constable Yan asked after examining the evil entity.

"His mouth is so foul, he keeps calling me a peasant."

"Young Master Lin, it seems you've forgotten what I said before: next time, it won't just be a matter of losing a few teeth."

The malevolent entity sat imposingly in a chair, tilting its head and looking at Lin Changzong with a mocking expression.

"Looking at your clothes, what else could you be but a peasant?"

"Officer Yan, what are you standing there for? Break his legs!" Lin Changzong shouted sternly.

Upon hearing this, the evil entity's expression turned cold.

He grabbed a chopstick from the table and flung it away.

Upon seeing this, Constable Yan's gaze sharpened, and then he suddenly swung the chopstick at it.

"Ahhh!" A scream rang out.

But then the chopstick pierced through Constable Yan's broadsword and then went straight through Lin Changzong's cheek.

It entered from the lower left cheek, then exited from the upper right cheek, and finally disappeared into the wall.

Chapter 119 Blood Demon Cult

Yan, the head constable, stared intently at the hole in his broadsword.

His sword is a high-grade Yellow Rank magic weapon, which even a cultivator at the Meridian Opening Realm cannot destroy.

And now, he's been pierced through by a single chopstick.

"Senior, please forgive me, but Young Master Lin is the only son of the county magistrate of Yunfeng City."

"Young Master Lin, apologize immediately." Constable Yan abruptly pulled Lin Changzong over and made him apologize to the evil entity.

At this moment, Lin Changzong was screaming in pain, his hands, face, and mouth were full of blood.