True Blood Talisman Master

Mingyang Marketplace.

After finishing her procurement of supplies, Feng Ling didn't immediately return to the Blood Demon Sect. Instead, she stayed at an inn near the marketplace to rest for a night, waiting for dawn before heading back to the sect.

As the night deepened, a tall, masked figure in black silently left the inn.

Her movements were agile, and she quickly infiltrated a mansion.

Inside a room, a man who was preparing to sleep suddenly sat up and said in a deep voice, "Who's there?"

A black shadow flashed inside.

"Are you a senior disciple from the Sword Sect?"

The man was startled but instinctively nodded. He was a disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect stationed here.

The black shadow wasted no time. She pulled out a palm-sized map and handed it to the man, saying, "This is a partial map of the Blood Demon Sect, marking their corresponding defensive forces."

"Furthermore, Senior Sister Qiao'er has sacrificed herself."

The black shadow wasted no time. She quickly pulled out a palm-sized map and handed it to the man, saying, "This is an outer map of the Blood Demon Sect, marking some of their patrol forces. Please be sure to submit it to the sect. And Senior Sister Qiao'er... she sacrificed herself."

"So you're a junior sister who has been lurking in the Demon Sect. Rest assured, I will definitely relay this to the sect."

The man said solemnly.

"Thank you, Senior Brother. I need to go back immediately."

With that, the black shadow turned to leave.

Just then, the man's eyes flashed with a cold glint. With a flick of his finger, his long sword was suddenly unsheathed and slashed fiercely towards the black shadow's back.

Sensing the cold air coming from behind, the black shadow quickly turned around. Looking at the flying sword attacking her, her eyes were filled with bewilderment, shock, confusion, and fear...

She instinctively wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

Suddenly, a piercing sound cut through the air.

A figure swooped down, rapidly rushing behind her.

Bang!

The flying sword struck mercilessly. The figure struggled to block it, but was still struck and spat out blood, flying backward.

"He's from the Demon Sect... Hurry and leave..."

The figure shouted tremblingly.

The man, however, let out a ferocious laugh. As he formed a sword seal, the flying sword swept out mercilessly, directly decapitating the person who had spoken.

The sword's momentum unabated, it charged towards the black shadow again.

"How dare you."

Suddenly, a sharp shout rang out.

Several figures appeared, sword in hand, swooping down. Before they even arrived, several flying swords tore through the void like lightning. While shattering the flying sword attacking the black shadow, they also charged towards the man.

The man was filled with unwillingness, but could only turn and flee.

However, he was ultimately a step too slow. He was pinned to the ground by several flying swords simultaneously and died on the spot.

The person in black stood frozen, the veil on her face slowly sliding off, revealing a delicate and beautiful face. However, her expression was one of utter bewilderment.

Looking at the dead spy from the Demon Sect, and then at the figure who had died blocking the sword for her, Feng Ling was stunned.

"Fortunately, we intervened in time. Otherwise, Young Miss would have been in danger."

Several figures surrounded her, and after confirming Feng Ling was unharmed, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young Miss, it's too dangerous for you to go undercover in the Demon Sect, and the conflict between righteous and demonic paths is too complex and terrifying. You should come back with us."

Feng Ling bit her red lip, but shook her head resolutely. "Senior Sister Qiao'er sacrificed herself, and now someone else has sacrificed themselves. I can't just give up halfway."

At this moment, she became even more determined to overthrow the entire Blood Demon Sect.

If this demonic sect wasn't eliminated, who knew how many more people would die tragically!

The few people exchanged glances but didn't say much.

In the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, Lin Fan was copying talisman patterns, becoming more and more proficient.

With his full concentration and the support of his "Meridian Condensing Realm first rank" foundation, his efficiency in copying talisman patterns also increased.

Initially, Lin Fan could only copy a dozen talisman patterns a day. But after a few days, he could copy nearly twenty talisman patterns daily.

This efficiency even astonished Zhao Wang.

Not only did Lin Fan copy talisman patterns himself, but he also took care of Zhao Wang's copying work, and didn't even ask for his contribution points.

Therefore, Zhao Wang found Lin Fan more and more pleasing to the eye.

Zhao Wang was overjoyed. His workload decreased daily, yet he still received his contribution points. What could be more comfortable than this?

Of course, while enjoying such treatment, Zhao Wang did not mistreat Lin Fan. He reported Lin Fan's talent for copying talisman patterns to the inner sect senior, Shi Tao.

If it were an ordinary matter, Shi Tao wouldn't have paid much attention. But Lin Fan's displayed talent had the potential to become a Blood Talisman Master, which made him value him greatly.

Under Shi Tao's personal arrangements, a Talisman Master from Blood Soul Peak was invited.

"Senior Brother Yun, my junior brother has a talent for copying talisman patterns."

"See if you can teach him a few techniques for Talisman Crafting?"

"Junior Brother Zhao, I select talented individuals for my master. If the person you mentioned truly has talent, I can impart some knowledge regarding talismans. If not, then I can't help."

"Understood, understood."

Zhao Wang nodded repeatedly.

He understood very well that Shi Tao inviting this person was giving Lin Fan an opportunity. Whether he could seize it depended on his own fortune.

Not long after, a man wearing inner disciple attire was slowly observing Lin Fan.

"Junior Brother Lin, this is Senior Brother Yun Peng, a rare Blood Talisman Master on our Blood Soul Peak."

Zhao Wang stepped forward and introduced them.

"Blood Talisman Master?"

Lin Fan was surprised, and quickly understood the intention behind this.

His heart stirred. Although he could craft basic talismans, putting him halfway to the level of a true Blood Talisman Master, there was still a significant gap.

If he could receive guidance from a true Blood Talisman Master, he would likely gain a lot.

"Lin Fan, greetings Senior Brother Yun."

Lin Fan quickly bowed.

Yun Peng waved his hand and said, "No need for formalities. I am a disciple of Master Ruan's lineage. The Talisman Crafting methods of our lineage are not something ordinary disciples can learn."

"Have you read the Talisman Secret Tome? The contents within are the simpler Talisman Crafting methods of our lineage."

"Since Senior Brother Shi personally invited me today, I will demonstrate some Talisman Crafting techniques for you. How much you can learn depends on your own fortune."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Peng casually gestured. A piece of white talisman paper quickly unfurled, and cinnabar was already prepared.

"Junior Brother Lin, watch carefully and learn well. This opportunity is very rare."

Seeing Lin Fan still standing there in a daze, Zhao Wang quickly reminded him.

Lin Fan nodded and watched Yun Peng's movements with intense focus.

He picked up the talisman brush and quickly sketched on the paper. His movements were fluid and continuous, more seamless than Lin Fan's.

Soon, as the ink dried and the light of the runes receded, a talisman was completed.

"This talisman is called the Fire Spirit Talisman. With a trace of power, it can unleash powerful flame energy."

Yun Peng casually squeezed it, and the talisman disintegrated with a bang. A surge of scorching flame energy erupted, creating heat waves several meters high.

"The power of the Fire Spirit Talisman he drew is one to two tenths stronger than the talismans I craft."

Seeing this effect, Lin Fan was shocked.

This was the first time he had witnessed a true Blood Talisman Master crafting a talisman. Both in terms of movement and control of force, the other party far surpassed him. Most importantly, the talisman Yun Peng crafted possessed a certain "spirit," making its power even more astonishing.

"Did you see clearly?"

Yun Peng turned to look at Lin Fan and asked.

"I didn't see clearly."

Lin Fan replied.

"It's correct that you didn't see clearly. To craft a qualified basic talisman requires constant repetition and practice."

"To make a talisman more powerful, you must imbue it with its spirit and form."

Yun Peng snorted lightly.

Becoming a Blood Talisman Master is not that simple. He had already demonstrated it once for Lin Fan. Whether he could grasp the essence of it depended on his personal fortune.

"Spirit and form?"

Lin Fan pondered.

"Come, you try."

Yun Peng said.

He also wanted to see if the other party had the potential to become a Blood Talisman Master.

"This... alright."

Lin Fan looked troubled.

Although he appeared nervous, he was actually as steady as an old dog. He had already mastered the crafting of basic talismans before. Trying to craft a talisman in front of the two of them now would naturally not be difficult for him.

The most challenging part was to appear as if he had a talent for Talisman Crafting, without revealing that this was not his first time crafting one.

"Junior Brother Lin, you can do it!"

Zhao Wang cheered him on.

If Lin Fan could become a Blood Talisman Master, he, as the recommender, would also receive certain benefits.

Lin Fan nodded, then picked up the talisman brush. Mimicking Yun Peng's earlier movements, he slowly sketched on the talisman paper.

His grip on the brush was unsteady, trembling, yet the talisman patterns he drew were almost identical to those Yun Peng had made.

This scene surprised Yun Peng.

The way he looked at Lin Fan changed.

Under the watchful eyes of Yun Peng and Zhao Wang, Lin Fan spent half an hour finally completing the talisman pattern.

Large beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and his breathing became somewhat uneven. He looked as if he had just finished a fierce battle, utterly drained.

A crude talisman appeared, its inscribed power very weak. Strictly speaking, it was a half-finished product.

Yun Peng examined the half-finished talisman and exclaimed in wonder, "He's got something. To reach this level on his first attempt at Talisman Crafting… he does have a bit of talent."

"Senior Brother Yun, can Junior Brother Lin become a Blood Talisman Master then?" Zhao Wang asked excitedly.

"He only has some talent. Whether he can become a Blood Talisman Master will depend on his future performance," Yun Peng said with a cold snort.

An hour later, Yun Peng left.

Before departing, he left Lin Fan a booklet containing some of his Talisman Crafting experience.

Of course, the booklet wasn't free. Lin Fan had spent fifty contribution points to buy it, and he was not allowed to pass it on to others.

"Junior Brother Lin, you need to practice Talisman Crafting more in the future and become a Blood Talisman Master as soon as possible," Zhao Wang said with a smile.

"Once you become a Blood Talisman Master, you'll have a firm footing in the sect. Senior Brother will also benefit from your success."

"Don't worry, Senior Brother. I will work hard," Lin Fan nodded and said. "Thank you for your help today as well."

Seeing how understanding Lin Fan was, Zhao Wang showed a look of satisfaction.

For the next period, in addition to copying talisman patterns in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, Lin Fan also used his spare time to attempt making talismans.

Moreover, his "progress" was neither too fast nor too slow. He improved noticeably every so often.