Martial Uncle Bestows Talismans

He wore a set of black ancient clothes, the fabric of which looked extremely luxurious, and on his shoulders was a piece of fur from an unknown animal.

It was draped over the upper half of his body, looking so lustrous and smooth that it made one feel an urge to reach out and touch it.

A five-clawed golden dragon was embroidered on the front and back of the clothes, looking lifelike.

It was as if it were actually embroidered with gold thread. He wore a pair of ancient long boots, each embroidered with a golden dragon's claw.

A belt inlaid with many jade stones was tied around his waist, and each jade stone looked round and translucent.

These jade stones seemed to have been measured, none too big or too small, and were meticulously set on the belt in an orderly fashion.

Hanging from the belt were several jade pendants and beads that were clearly extraordinary, with five or six small strings dangling.

Each pendant looked like it had been meticulously carved, and one could feel its luxury and elegance from afar.

This man had hair as lustrous as Nangong Yiyi's, tied up in a topknot, making him look like an emperor from an ancient painting.

Then there was me, wearing a windbreaker with a few holes in it and a faded pair of jeans.

And a pair of dirty hiking boots. Compared to him, I looked like a beggar on the street.

I used to think Nangong Yiyi's attire was already very luxurious, but compared to him, Nangong Yiyi was only slightly better than a beggar.

His handsome face, his incredibly luxurious attire, his aura – it was perfect. How could such a perfect person exist in this world? I asked myself.

"What exactly are you?" Nangong Yiyi asked the man.

I noticed that Nangong Yiyi's imposing presence was a bit lacking, not in terms of strength, but in her innate noble aura.

The man yawned and stretched lazily, saying in a drawling voice:

"I've already told you, I don't know who I am. Why do you keep harping on this?

Oh, right, if you happen to know who I am, please tell me. Thanks." the man said.

"What is your true objective?" Martial Uncle asked the man.

"I've already told you, it's that thing around the kid's neck. I feel like sleeping inside it is more comfortable than sleeping inside a jar, so that's why I came up with this.

I haven't thought of anything else, nor do I want to think about it." He yawned again.

He continued, "You don't need to be so tense. One with such high cultivation, and another being a Ghost King. I'm just a Ghost Spirit. You don't have to treat me like a formidable enemy."

"How can we believe you?" Nangong Yiyi said, "We won't believe you just based on your words."

Martial Uncle nodded, indicating he shared Nangong Yiyi's sentiment.

The man sighed and said, "Sigh... How about I swear a Ghost Oath?"

He then added, "Actually, I don't have a name, so I can't swear a Ghost Oath."

The man pondered for a moment and said, "How about this?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a ball of light, swirling with ethereal mist, appeared in his palm.

Martial Uncle and Nangong Yiyi looked at each other in surprise, then exclaimed in unison, "Natal Origin Energy?"

"Yes, it's my natal origin energy. I'll give this to you.

If you feel I might harm you, you can crush it directly, and I will immediately cease to exist.

What do you think? You should be able to rest easy now.

I just want to find a comfortable place to sleep," the man said lazily.

Martial Uncle and Nangong Yiyi exchanged glances, then said to the man, "Wait a moment, let us discuss this."

The man nodded and stood there, holding his natal origin energy in his palm.

Afterward, he asked Nangong Yiyi and Qianqian to keep an eye on the man, then grabbed me and pulled me away.

We walked a considerable distance before stopping. Martial Uncle looked back worriedly to see if anyone was following.

Seeing that it was just the two of us, we relaxed. I took out a cigarette and offered it to Martial Uncle.

I lit one for myself as well, and the uncle and nephew smoked in silence.

"What do you think?" Martial Uncle asked me.

I replied, "What can I think? I'm completely clueless.

I don't know anything, so how can I even start talking about it?"

Martial Uncle sighed and said to me, "Sigh... Listen to my analysis, and then we can make a decision. What do you say?"

"Okay, go ahead," I replied to Martial Uncle.

"This guy is very strange, yet he seems to know a lot about some things despite having lost his memory.

When you go out adventuring in the future, you're bound to misjudge people.

Having someone with discernment around wouldn't be a bad thing for you.

Besides, he was taken in by my Master. If he really intended to cause trouble, he would have done so over the past decade.

In my opinion, you should keep him by your side. Even if his strength isn't that great."

Your eyesight is good, so you can still offer suggestions.

Otherwise, if you go out on your own, to put it bluntly, you'll have no one to rely on, right?

It's always better to have someone you can control by your side.

And Nangong Yiyi, to be honest, I don't fully trust her, even though she made a Ghost Oath.

But if she really wanted to kill you, she could completely kill you before the punishment for breaking the oath even descended.

Of course, I'm not trying to suspect the worst of everyone, I just want you to have an extra helper. Think about it," Martial Uncle said.

I took several deep drags of my cigarette, then threw the butt fiercely onto the ground, and said to Martial Uncle:

"Alright, I'll listen to you. You wouldn't harm me anyway."

"Let's go, we'll head back first then," I said.

Martial Uncle grabbed me and said, "Ah... don't rush."

After speaking, he took out a small wooden box from his embrace and handed it to me. I asked what was going on.

Isn't this one of Maoshan's highest-level talismans, the "Golden Light Purple Thunder Talisman"?

"Yes, this was originally given to me by your Grandfather. This talisman used countless materials.

It took decades to make. There were two in total. Your Grandfather kept one and gave me one.

Now I'm giving it to you. To be honest, I'm not too reassured about Nangong Yiyi.

After all, she's a Ghost King. Don't let her current appearance fool you; she's a powerful figure who commands a region.

Once I leave, no one will be able to control her, so I'm giving you this talisman.

If she harbors murderous intent towards you, just take out this talisman and throw it at her. It will summon heavenly lightning to strike her dead.

Don't worry, even if she's a Ghost King, she'll be utterly annihilated and die without a doubt if she's hit by this.

If a Ghost Emperor were to be hit by this, killing him might not be possible, but it would be more than enough to injure him.

You just throw the talisman at the person you want to attack, and keep her locked in your mind.

No matter where the person you've locked onto escapes to, the heavenly lightning will blast them into dust."

"This... this won't do. If I take it, what will happen to you? It's dangerous for you to go out alone. You should keep it for yourself," I said.

"You child, your Martial Uncle has a lifetime of skills. Even if I can't win a fight, if I want to run, even a Ghost Emperor might not be able to catch me. Take it, don't worry about me."

Martial Uncle cajoled me for a long time, but I still refused to take the talisman.

"Don't force me to hit you," Martial Uncle said angrily.

"But you're my only family. If we can even call ourselves family, you're the only one in this world who's ever been good to me.

I don't know if my Grandfather is alive, and my father's whereabouts are unknown, his life or death uncertain.

Looking out at this vast world, with so many people, you're the only one who's truly good to me."

Martial Uncle was stunned for a moment. His angry expression vanished.

I saw his eyes gradually redden, then he quickly turned around and wiped his face.

It looked like he was secretly wiping away tears. Then he turned back with a smile and said:

"Hahaha, you... you child, why are you being so dramatic." I knew he was forcing a smile.

Then Martial Uncle said seriously, "That's precisely why you need to live well.

You need to live to find your father, and maybe you'll even see your Grandfather again."