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"Fortunately, I had already obtained part of this woman's blood essence." Wei Tu's gaze flickered. As he flipped his palm and put away the "blood-red little marten" in his hand, a thought crossed his mind, and a talisman shot from his fingertips, landing upon the "blood-red little marten."

The next moment, the "blood-red little marten" that had entered his storage pouch transformed once more into a crystal-clear drop of "fresh scarlet blood essence"—the restriction the red-robed female cultivator had placed within it had, at this very moment, been completely "sealed" by a pale blue talisman covering it.

Wei Tu was not surprised by this sight.

After all, this pale blue talisman was a fifth-tier high-grade talisman—the Spirit-Fixing Talisman—which he had only managed to refine after untold hardships over the past several years.

Its effects resembled those of the Spirit-Binding Talisman. Both could seal a cultivator's divine soul and magical power.

But in terms of power, the Spirit-Fixing Talisman far surpassed the Spirit-Binding Talisman, that basic sealing talisman. It was a formidable talisman capable of directly affecting the Dharma bodies of mid- and late-Spirit Transformation cultivators!

A high-grade talisman that could even affect the red-robed female cultivator's true body...

Naturally, dealing with the "restriction" she had planted within this drop of blood essence was no challenge at all.

Yet the red-robed female cultivator remained wholly unaware of this. With the spatial barrier of the storage artifact in the way, no matter how powerful her divine sense or how exceptional her perception, she could not probe into Wei Tu's storage pouch at his waist.

If she truly possessed that ability, Wei Tu thought, were he in her place, he would never have rashly followed behind him.

There was no other reason—his collection of high-grade spirit treasures had long exceeded the "limit" of