Mortal Cultivation: Start with a Chaos Talisman

Xu Changan waved his hand and took out a dark golden spider skin from the golden talisman space.

This was the skin of the great perfection of the Cang spider killed by Shi Wengzhong. It was the highest grade on Xu Changan.

In theory, after this thing was refined into talisman paper, its power could be further improved, but Xu Changan had no way to refine talisman paper, so he could only use the skin to draw talismans.

He took out the talisman pen and dipped it in blood.

Buzz buzz buzz...

The talisman pen fell on the skin, and the complex patterns flashed in Xu Changan's mind. His hands moved along with the flowing patterns in his mind, and it was done in one go.

Half an incense stick of effort was useless. The Cang spider skin suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and then turned into a talisman with white light and fell into Xu Changan's palm.

Buzz buzz buzz...

After the talisman fell into the palm of his hand, it began to frantically absorb the spiritual power of a certain attribute between heaven and earth.

After half an hour, the charging was completed.

Xu Changan took out the talisman and activated it.

Buzz...

In an instant, a hemispherical light film fell into the hall like an inverted bowl, and then turned into a barrier, covering the entire palace.

"The effect is good!" Xu Changan looked at his masterpiece and smiled slightly: "I didn't expect it to last for two months!"

"Continue!"

After refining a soul-soothing talisman, Xu Changan was not idle. He calmed down and continued to draw talismans, still this kind of soul-soothing talisman.

One, two, three, four... After drawing eight in a row, Xu Changan felt dizzy and his consciousness was a little overwhelmed.

Whether it was drawing talismans or arranging formations, it was extremely mentally exhausting.

"Dang... Dang... Dang..." Just at this moment, a melodious bell sounded from somewhere, and the bell rang nine times in total.

Xu Changan didn't care, but sat cross-legged on the ground and meditated on the futon to rest.

After practicing the [Basic Breathing Method], one can absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth to nourish oneself. Although it cannot nourish the soul, after practicing for a few cycles, the consciousness will not be so tired.

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The gate of Minghe Palace suddenly opened.

A golden light flew out from the palace.

I saw Minghe Zhenren sitting high on a real lotus platform, lying cross-legged, looking at the door.

One after another, streams of light swept from all directions and landed at the door of Minghe Palace.

The nine rings of the bell on the mountain peak represent Minghe Zhenren summoning all disciples. Not only his direct disciples need to come, but also the direct disciples on the entire Wanghe Peak and the three elders also need to go.

"Greetings to Master!"

"Greetings to Senior Brother!"

"Greetings to Uncle Master!"

Hua La La...

In the entire Minghe Palace, dozens of people knelt down in unison and saluted Minghe Zhenren.

Ming He waved his hand and said, "Stand up!"

Everyone stood up and sat on the mats in the hall according to the seats that had been arranged long ago.

The three people in the first row at the front were three elders. These three people were Ming He Zhenren's junior brothers and junior sisters.

Below these three people were Ming He Zhenren's disciples. After Ming He Zhenren's disciples, there were the three elders' disciples. In addition to these, there were some side branch disciples who also belonged to the inner sect. These people were considered the disciples of Ming He Zhenren's uncles.

The Taixuan Sect is quite special.

It is said that hundreds of years ago, there was no Taixuan Sect here, but fourteen small sects stood on these fourteen peaks, fighting each other.

Because Yangshuo County is located in the border area between Yan and Qi, wars often occurred. The upper sect [Taixuan Sect] sent a powerful cultivator in the Jindan period here to forcibly combine the fourteen sects on these fourteen peaks to form the current Taixuan Sect.

However, each peak still has its own heritage, and the position of the peak master is taken over by the disciples of the peak in turn.

Even the cultivation methods and magical powers of each peak are not interoperable.

Take Wanghe Peak for example, it has its own lineage, with Minghe Zhenren as the master, and has its own independent heritage, as well as its own independent power transmission hall, elixir pavilion, martial arts arena, etc.

However, if they encounter foreign enemies, the fourteen peaks still have to be closely connected and united against the outside world.

Except for foreign enemies and some common activities, the fourteen peaks almost do not interfere with each other, and each takes care of its own business!

"Brother, didn't you accept a closed disciple? Where is the person?" An old man sitting below in a purple robe but with a wretched appearance suddenly asked.

This is Minghe Zhenren's junior brother, Taoist name [Zhaixing Zhenren], ranked second!

The third is a female cultivator, Taoist name [Mingyue Zhenren].

The fourth is a man who looks about thirty years old, Taoist name [Kongxuan Zhenren].

"Shua..." Everyone's eyes turned to Minghe who was sitting high on the lotus platform.

Minghe looked at the disciples, but saw that the seat next to his beloved disciple Fu Nianzhen was empty!

"Huh?" Minghe frowned and said, "Where is Old Thirteen?"

"I don't know..." Everyone was also confused.

Most people have never seen Xu Changan.

Fu Nianzhen said, "Master, I'm afraid that Junior Brother doesn't understand the rules of our Wanghe Peak to summon disciples at the Nine Bells, so he is still in seclusion in the main hall. Otherwise, I will go over and call Junior Brother to come over?"

"No need!" Minghe Zhenren waved his sleeves and said, "I'll see if this kid is here first?"

Boom...

While speaking, Minghe's spiritual consciousness exploded, and the spiritual soul of a cultivator in the false elixir realm was extremely powerful. It blasted out of Minghe Palace like a river hanging down, and flew to the thirteenth side hall behind the palace.

Minghe Zhenren did not want to spy on Xu Changan, but just wanted to send a message to Xu Changan through the air, asking him to come to the hall to participate in the meeting.

After all, today's meeting was specially held for this kid.

Result...

"Ah..." Minghe suddenly shouted and retracted his spiritual consciousness. If it weren't for the disciples and junior brothers in front of him, he would have spit out a mouthful of blood decisively, but now the occasion was solemn and dignified, and spitting blood was not appropriate. Minghe Zhenren could only swallow the blood with a bitter face.

"Master?"

"Senior Brother?"

"What happened?"

Everyone looked at Minghe Zhenren with concern.

Ming He's face became a little embarrassed. He definitely couldn't talk about the fact that his spiritual consciousness was rebounded by the disciple's defense formation and almost backfired on him. He took a deep breath and said, "No problem, no problem... I occasionally felt the slightest of the great Dao law when I was practicing recently, and the sea of ​​qi was churning and rushed to the Xuantian Pass. Isn't this a bit of a headache... No problem, no problem..."

Huh...

The disciples were relieved when they heard the master say this.

The peak master's shout just now was really too weird. They thought their master was ambushed!