Master Sends Flesh-Buried Talisman, Crane Head Spits Cultivation Method

"Alright, alright, get up quickly."

Old Man Fate Crane smiled and raised a hand slightly, and Yang An immediately felt a force lifting him.

"From today onwards, you are my thirteenth direct disciple!

When we return to the Fate Crane Sect, I'll have someone properly arrange your initiation ceremony and then formally perform the master-disciple rites.

It's been a long time since our Fate Crane Sect has had such happy news!"

Thirteenth disciple?

This meant that before Yang An, there were already twelve senior brothers and sisters.

He wasn't particularly fond of the number thirteen; it sounded like something out of a martial arts novel, but he wouldn't dare voice any objections.

"Yes, disciple will obey Master's arrangements!"

Yang An tried his best to appear obedient, especially after witnessing the old man's ferocity. He was afraid the Crane Head might actually eat him.

"Your name is Yang An, right?"

Yang An nodded. He wasn't surprised that Old Man Fate Crane knew his name.

Since he had been captured and brought here, it was likely because his identity and name were exposed before entering Mother Diviner True Person's territory.

This served as a wake-up call for him; if he ever did something like this again, he couldn't use his real name.

This time, he had encountered Old Man Fate Crane, a fortunate coincidence that led him to the right person, and he had benefited from misfortune, though he had narrowly escaped death.

If he had encountered a villain who didn't care about reasons, they probably wouldn't have bothered to find him personally but would have used some method to eliminate him, and he wouldn't even know how he died.

"Good name, but you're too weak right now. Since our master-disciple relationship is set, the formal ceremony can wait. You can learn something first."

Old Man Fate Crane said with a smile.

He thought of his eleven unaccomplished disciples, his gaze sweeping over Yang An. The more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

"You have nine senior brothers and two senior sisters. At your age, the weakest among them is already at the late stage of the False Eater Realm."

Hearing Old Man Fate Crane's words, Yang An's heart leaped with joy. He was going to receive some benefits first!

But something about the statement felt off.

Nine senior brothers and two senior sisters only added up to eleven!

If he was the thirteenth, shouldn't there be a total of twelve senior brothers and sisters?

What about the other old guy? Did he forget?

Yang An was puzzled, but as if sensing something, he looked up and saw the enormous Crane Head. He noticed its eyes were fixed on him, a human-like mischievous grin on its face.

"..."

A terrifying guess flashed through Yang An's mind. He immediately gasped, his scalp tingling.

He also seemed to understand why Old Man Fate Crane had said it so deliberately.

This was a warning before giving him benefits, implying that he should behave himself!

He had been quite happy moments ago, but suddenly, Yang An realized that taking this master and joining the Fate Crane Sect might not be a good thing at all...

However, he had no choice in the matter. Until he had the ability to resist, he could only endure.

At this moment, Old Man Fate Crane produced an object out of thin air. It was a small, exquisite, ancient bronze coin.

"This is called the Flesh-Buried Talisman. It's a decent magic artifact that can be used without spiritual power, making it very suitable for you. This item can also store things, so I'll give it to you."

"Thank you, Master!"

Yang An composed himself, then smiled and reached out to receive it.

But as soon as he extended his hand, Old Man Fate Crane flicked his finger. The ancient bronze coin instantly turned into a straight line and, at an incredibly fast speed, forcefully embedded itself into his arm.

The next second, a bloodline immediately spurted from Yang An's arm, and blood gushed out.

"..."

Damn it!!!

It was too sudden. Yang An hadn't even reacted before the coin was already in his flesh. A pain like a bone fracture instantly struck him.

Fortunately, the effects of what Old Man Fate Crane had given him to drink earlier seemed to still be active. In the blink of an eye, the wound on Yang An's arm healed.

Yang An's furrowed brow immediately relaxed. He also realized at the same time why this thing was called the Flesh-Buried Talisman.

It was truly as its name suggested—buried in the flesh!

Just as the wound healed in an instant, an information box popped up before Yang An's eyes.

"[Flesh-Buried Talisman]: One of the Seventy-Two Talismans nourished by the physical body of the Blood-Worshipping Daoist. This talisman can store items and can be used for offense, but it requires sustenance from flesh. It can simulate the full-power strike of a cultivator at the peak of the Origin Feeder Realm.

Cost of Use: This item requires sustenance at least once every three days. Otherwise, in a starved state, it will consume the user's flesh and blood on its own.

Status: Purifiable!"

Yang An read the item's information at a glance and unhesitatingly chose to purify it. The cost of use in the information box instantly vanished without a trace.

What a joke! This thing would actually consume the user's flesh and blood. It had to be purified!

Yang An had always harbored a question: did the items he purified only work for him, or would they also be effective when used by others?

Unfortunately, he had no one to experiment on, nor could he rashly expose his special ability. He could only wait for another opportunity to test it.

After purifying the Flesh-Buried Talisman that had already fused with his arm, a strange thought suddenly arose in his mind.

He raised his right hand, and with a thought, his palm split open into a mouth filled with sharp teeth, looking both ugly and sinister.

The Flesh-Buried Talisman had taken root within his arm, forming two special stomachs.

One stomach possessed the ability to store items, much like Pan Yu's Small Sumeru Bag, and could be used to store things normally.

The other stomach was for digesting blood and flesh, acting like a living creature. As long as it was fed, it could launch attacks with considerable power.

Old Man Fate Crane was indeed correct. For his current mortal body, this magic artifact was very suitable.

"Thank you, master, for bestowing this magic artifact upon your disciple!"

Yang An immediately showed his gratitude through his actions.

Old Man Fate Crane smiled and nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the Crane Head beside him.

"Give him the cultivation method."

The Crane Head didn't play any tricks. Instead, it stretched its neck straight, then opened its long beak, stretching it wider and wider until it was large enough to fit a washbasin.

In the next moment, a scroll about three inches long, along with some viscous tissue, was spat out from its mouth and fell into Old Man Fate Crane's hand.

The Crane Head let out a foul burp, the stench overwhelming, as if it had just eaten something rotten that hadn't been fully digested.

Old Man Fate Crane then handed the scroll in his hand to Yang An.

"This is my legacy. It contains a cultivation method that will allow you to reach the peak of the False Eater Realm. Once you enter the False Eater Realm, you can come back to ask for the subsequent stages."

"Later, I will have Mother Diviner prepare a quiet room for you. Study it carefully and strive to adapt to the Resonance Stage as soon as possible!"

Finally obtaining the cultivation method, but after such a convoluted process, Yang An felt a complex mix of emotions.

He had originally planned to see if he could find cultivators trading cultivation methods at the Communal Feast Convention, but he never expected to finally obtain the thing he longed for from Old Man Fate Crane.

Sometimes, destiny was truly unpredictable.

"Yes, thank you, master!"

He bowed respectfully, his hand reaching out with a hint of trepidation to accept the scroll Old Man Fate Crane was handing him, afraid the old fellow might suddenly do something like that again without warning.

At the same time, Yang An felt a sense of revulsion but dared not show it.

The thing spat out from the Crane Head's mouth, still covered in unknown viscous tissue, made him want to avoid touching it, but he had no choice.

Fortunately, Old Man Fate Crane didn't make any further unnecessary movements and handed him the cultivation method.

With a splat, the scroll containing the cultivation method landed in Yang An's hand.