"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Lu. It's rare to see you this happy. This must be no small matter." The woman with the wooden hairpin had heard the commotion from Lu Xiaotian's courtyard long ago, but Lu Xiaotian had instructed her not to enter without permission.
In the woman's eyes, Lu Xiaotian was even-tempered and never swayed by honor or disgrace. For him to laugh so heartily, he must have encountered something truly joyful.
"I did encounter something worth celebrating. I received a message talisman from a senior in my sect."
"Are you leaving, Fellow Daoist Lu?" the woman with the wooden hairpin asked in surprise.
"Not just yet. I still have some old injuries that haven't healed. Unless something unexpected happens, I'll be staying for a while longer and will leave once I've recovered. By the way, there's something I'll have to trouble you with." Lu Xiaotian said.
"Please, go ahead, Fellow Daoist Lu. If it's within my power, I certainly won't disappoint you."
A glint flashed in the woman's eyes. She wasn't afraid of Lu Xiaotian making a request; in fact, she was eager for him to owe her a favor. They hadn't known each other for terribly long, but neither had it been a short time. He was far from ruthless, and he didn't like owing people, either. At least judging by their dealings, she had only taught him about formations, while the body-tempering technique he'd given her, along with its accompanying spiritual items, was worth a fortune and nearly impossible to buy even with Spirit Stones. Even among the great immortal sects, they would be considered top-tier. If he needed her help, the benefits she received would only be greater.
"You're highly skilled in formations. Could you make a few formations for me to withstand the Golden Core