Chen Changming knew perfectly well that Spirit Charm would also forge Demonic Talismans for him rather than let herself be beneath others.
That way, he would have thirty Sword Talismans and a batch of Demonic Talismans on hand—enough to handle any danger.
Across the entire Azure Wave Continent, no one else could be protected by two Grand Elders!
"Hmph!"
Seeing how excited Chen Changming was, Spirit Charm shot him an annoyed glare and snorted coquettishly. "Look at how pathetic you are. A few dozen Demonic Talismans have made you this happy? Don't go around saying you're Spirit Charm's martial nephew once you leave. It's embarrassing."
"Martial Aunt's Demonic Talismans can kill Fusion Realm experts. They're simply too useful to me..."
Chen Changming's old face reddened as he coughed and said.
"Hehe!"
Spirit Charm clapped her hands and laughed. "In three days, I'll condense the Demonic Talismans and give them to you. As for the number, it will definitely be more than Chu Qiushui's."
With that, her body turned into a cloud of Demonic Qi and dispersed through the room, leaving behind only a faint, secluded fragrance.
"This really feels like a dream..."
Looking at the empty room, Chen Changming blinked, a helpless, half-laughing expression appearing on his face.
These two women—one was his Martial Ancestor, and the other his Martial Aunt—were truly far too protective of him.
That was why they were providing him with such powerful means of protection.
Even as Chen Changming rejoiced inwardly, he was deeply moved.
He took a deep breath, sat down cross-legged, and began resting with his eyes closed.
For the next three days, he would not go anywhere. He would wait right here.
Wait for the Sword Talismans, wait for the Demonic Talismans, wait for the trump cards that would let him roam