Three streaks of light tore through the sea of clouds in the sky and slipped silently downward.
Their radiance faded, revealing Jiang Yuechu and her two companions.
Wang Ziyu stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at Perched Phoenix Ridge, its slopes covered in red maples, and clicked his tongue in wonder.
"What extravagance. Truly, what extravagance."
The boy narrowed his eyes, sweeping his gaze over the mountain before settling on one spot. He said in surprise, "Being Azure City Mountain's dog really does make a difference. They can even afford to bring out the Southern Dipper Six-Star Formation to guard their house."
At his words.
Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow slightly.
She had never paid much attention to these peripheral arts.
But as her cultivation rose.
She became increasingly aware of the pain of being illiterate.
With a living encyclopedia right beside her, she naturally had to ask.
"This formation... is it very powerful?"
Wang Ziyu glanced at her helplessly.
Terrifying as this woman's strength was, when it came to common knowledge about cultivation, nine of her ten apertures were open-the one for understanding remained firmly shut.
Ordinary cultivators who reached the Tower-Climbing Realm would know something about auxiliary arts such as formations and talismans, even if they had no intention of specializing in them.
After all, they were bound to encounter one or two in future battles.
If they could not even recognize the basics, would they not surrender the initiative for nothing?
Still, he was used to Jiang Yuechu being this way.
Patiently, he explained, "There are countless formations beneath heaven, and no telling how many qualify for a rank. But those honored with the name of the Nine Formations are all peerlessly deadly arrays capable of transforming heaven and earth."
"The Southern Dipper Six-Star