The Most Rudimentary Yet Most Powerful Talisman

Mystic Capital Prefecture wanted to expand and grow stronger, but it was also wary of the Mountain-Quelling Palace, which was watching coldly from the sidelines.

Even though they had set up a formidable formation, they still retained a certain depth of strength.

But the Soaring Tower is different.

This is a battle to rise above others!

If they win, they can solidify their foundation and regain their place among the three powers.

Defeat means Myriad Tribulations, complete uprooting.

With nowhere left to retreat, they simply chose not to retreat at all.

From the elders in charge to the newly initiated disciples, everyone stepped forward, each displaying a desperate, all-out effort.

One side conserves its strength for careful planning, while the other side charges forward with a ruthless, all-or-nothing mentality.

The balance of power had already tipped before the battle even began.

The fighting was fierce over there, but it didn't affect Willow Creek Town at all.

The town is still the same town.

There are roosters crowing at dawn, cooking smoke rising in the afternoon, and people returning home in the evening.

While a thousand miles away, the fighting was raging and chaos was raging, life here remained completely unchanged.

Except for one person.

That afternoon.

As usual Qin Wangchuan stood guard in front of the workbench in the backyard.

The sword, riddled with cracks, was already forged; all that remained were the finishing touches.

He was bent over, polishing the hilt of a sword.

The courtyard gate was pushed open.

Zhou Heng walked in without a word, his face hesitant, his brows furrowed, as if he had something on his mind.

As I passed through the front yard, I glanced at the White Deer lying under the Jujube Tree.

He was used to seeing deer here all the time.

Following the faint sounds coming from the backyard, I walked over there.

When he arrived at the workbench, Zhou Heng opened his mouth, his thoughts welling up on the tip of his tongue.

But his gaze suddenly fell on the sword beside Qin Wangchuan, and he stopped talking abruptly.

The sword was covered with fine cracks, and it looked as if it would shatter into dust with the slightest force.

"... How did your sword get cracked like this?"

"It still works?"

"Yes." Qin Wangchuan didn't even look up, giving a curt reply without further explanation.

Zhou Heng pursed his lips and didn't ask any further questions.

Qin Wangchuan has always been mysterious, and asking him about many things is pointless.

The courtyard fell silent for a moment.

Normally, he would have already come over and started chatting about this and that by now.

Today, however, he just stood there, remaining silent for a long time.

I'm leaving.

"Master has led Soaring Tower into battle against Mystic Capital Prefecture." Zhou Heng clenched his fist, as if he had made a great decision. "I want to lend a hand and gain some experience along the way."

Qin Wangchuan didn't look up, nor did he stop what he was doing; he simply replied casually:

"That's a battlefield between Cultivator."

"You've only just become Martial Practitioner; if you go, your chances of survival are slim."

These words offered neither comfort nor exaggeration.

Although Zhou Heng developed some skills under Fan Yuan's guidance and was promoted to Martial Practitioner despite not meeting the usual requirements.

But they were still too young.

Zhou Heng's shoulders twitched almost imperceptibly.

"I know."

Qin Wangchuan asked again, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid." His voice was soft, yet steady.

"But I must avenge my father."

"I need to get stronger, otherwise, in my current state, I won't even be able to catch a glimpse of my enemy."

"If you want to become stronger, just wasting your time in this town won't get you anywhere."

"Only by going to the battlefield and teetering on the edge of a knife can one become stronger quickly."

Qin Wangchuan nodded inwardly after hearing this.

Good awareness.

Once a person's mind is made up, further persuasion is futile.

He didn't say anything more, but simply changed the subject.

"Your mother agreed."

These words were spoken.

Zhou Heng was taken aback at first, then seemed to remember something funny and couldn't help but chuckle.

He raised his hand and subconsciously touched his cheek.

"No agreement was reached."

"They even beat me up."

At this point, Zhou Heng's smile faded little by little, and he slowly lowered his head.

I know she meant well.

"It's not like I haven't thought about it..."

"What will happen to my mother if I really don't come back?"

"She only has one son, me."

"Father's gone, if I'm gone too..."

Qin Wangchuan looked up, not knowing when he had stopped working.

He saw the wavering in Zhou Heng's eyes.

But that slight wavering ultimately couldn't quell the fire burning in his heart.

Zhou Heng slowly raised his head to meet Qin Wangchuan's gaze.

"That won't do, Qin Wangchuan."

"I can't swallow this insult."

He gritted his teeth and spoke slowly, each word distinct.

"I have to do it myself--"

"Cut that man's head off!"

There's really nothing more to say at this point.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Zhou Heng prepared to leave.

Qin Wangchuan got up and saw him out.

The two of them left the backyard, one after the other.

When Qin Wangchuan arrived at the Jujube Tree in the front yard, he stopped and looked up at the green fruits on the branches.

"Farewell to old friends."

"Aren't you going to offer me a date?"

It sounded as if they were consulting with the tree.

This scene struck Zhou Heng as inexplicably strange.

On his previous visits, he had seen Qin Wangchuan talking to the White Deer.

Now, it's talking to a tree again.

Strange.

That's strange.

He was inwardly complaining.

"Smack."

A red date fell with a thud, hitting him squarely on the forehead.

Zhou Heng reacted quickly, reaching out and catching it steadily.

"Huh?"

He looked down at the red date in his palm, then looked up at the branch.

The tree was laden with green fruit.

Of all the ones that fell, this one was a brilliant red.

Why did it become popular?

"He gave it to you," Qin Wangchuan said calmly. "It's a good thing."

Zhou Heng was skeptical, and he held the date, turning it over and over to examine it.

"Don't throw away the Jujube Pit after you finish eating them."

"With."

"With?"

"Hmm." Qin Wangchuan nodded, "A talisman."

"In a critical moment, I can protect you."

Zhou Heng was delighted.

This was the first time he had ever heard Qin Wangchuan say such mystical things.

"How does a Jujube Pit protect me?"

It was originally just a casual joke.

To everyone's surprise, Qin Wangchuan actually started to think about it.

"How to protect..."

He pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Yes, indeed."

"How about this?"

"If you encounter a powerful enemy, just throw it away."

"But be careful--"

Don't get too close.

Zhou Heng didn't believe a single word of these words.

But he didn't expose him, only giving Qin Wangchuan a half-smile.

"It took a lot of thought to come up with such a set."

As he spoke, he casually stuffed the red date into his pocket, not giving it a second thought.

"Alright, I'm leaving. Don't bother seeing me out."