"Pill Sovereign Qin, Master Pei Hao has been looking for you for a long time. There are also dozens of other Formation Masters waiting to trade with you. In addition, Immortal Fairy Qu Wen, Master Pan Jiao, and Master Zhu Xing are all looking for you. Which fellow Daoist do you plan to meet first?"
Qin Fengming's head throbbed. He had only just finished dealing with Tang Fu, and his body was still covered in injuries. Was he really going to plunge into all kinds of miscellaneous arts again?
Still, although getting involved in miscellaneous arts was somewhat tiring, Qin Fengming was absolutely happy to do it.
Especially after perfecting a formation scroll in his own hands—and one that was extremely useful at that—Qin Fengming felt utterly delighted, body and soul.
Qin Fengming actually understood that although neither side had engaged in a major clash at this moment, both sides were accumulating strength and preparing the items needed for the great battle. The Three Realms' side was refining artifacts, and the opposing side certainly had corresponding means as well.
Formations, talismans, and pills were likewise indispensable to the great battle.
Qin Fengming had wanted to rest for a few days, but when he saw Fairy Qingshang blink her beautiful eyes, her gaze full of anticipation, he immediately swallowed the refusal that had risen to his lips.
Fairy Qingshang had it hard as well. Although she held an extremely high status among the Three Realms' Mahayana cultivators, commanding the Three Realms' Mahayana cultivators—who had always been accustomed to having the final say—was unquestionably a thankless task.
Yet the female cultivator had not shirked her responsibility and had bravely accepted it. This meant that Fairy Qingshang had to coordinate and plan everything, arranging every detail, large or small. The effort she expended