Zhou Qinggao of today, Zhu Que, former leader of the Jiashen Tent, was indeed, as Zheng Juzhong had joked, the acknowledged foremost admirer of Yin Guan Chen across both worlds.
When Chen Ping'an had been stationed at the remaining half of the Sword Qi Great Wall, Zhu Que had requested permission from the young Yin Guan to climb the city wall and discuss the battle situation with Chen Ping'an, reviewing it together.
Later, when the Council Members of the Temple of Literature and Tuoyue Mountain had faced one another from afar, Zhou Qinggao had made no attempt to conceal his admiration for Chen Ping'an in his words.
Yu Xuan glanced at the talisman ashes Zheng Juzhong had destroyed and nodded. "A fine talisman."
It was simply that the talisman maker's methods were somewhat underhanded, and the preparations seemed painstakingly deliberate. Clearly, it had been specifically aimed at this young Yin Guan.
This talisman had a threshold requirement: it required collecting a person's blood. Hair, fingernails, saliva, and the like could all serve as the "talisman paper" for it. If the talisman maker could obtain an enemy Qi cultivator's Natal Essence Blood, or seize part of their soul or mental awareness, the talisman's rank would naturally be higher. Then, one had to draw the Qi cultivator's likeness upon the talisman and write down their exact birth date and other details before the talisman could truly be considered complete.
Chen Ping'an frowned faintly and swiftly calculated in his mind.
Back at the Sword Qi Great Wall, Chen Ping'an himself had not merely been extremely cautious. Nun Bai, steward of the Ning residence, and Nalan Yexing, the gatekeeper, had been equally careful. The two elders had long reminded Chen Ping'an that whenever he combed his hair or clipped his nails, he had to