After repeatedly watching that Shadow Recording Stone clip of the Bian fellow kneading a water ball by hand, Lin Congcong knew the Bian fellow really had some skill. But he had not expected—
Asking him to admit the other man was truly a genius? No way. He might as well kill him outright.
"I received it, but haven't talismans like this existed for ages? If a low-level cultivator carries a spiritual talisman jade slip gifted by their master, they need only recite the incantation to summon their master in person to save the day." This was nothing rare. What had he thought it was? Hmph, he had seen through it, hadn't he?
But Bian Chunchou popped out and wagged a finger. "No, no, no, this is different. Granted, as you said, inner sect disciples all have the protection of their masters and carry jade slips imbued with their masters' spiritual power for self-defense. But there are far more outer sect disciples and Rogue Cultivators. Besides, not every dangerous situation warrants calling one's master. You can understand it this way: I'm improving the Communication Talisman."
As for how far Yonglu Mountain's Base Station could go, well, that would have to wait until he produced solid experimental data and sought approval from the big boss—Sect Master Gu. After all, if they wanted to grow bigger and stronger, financing was indispensable.
"The ideal situation is for ordinary people to be able to use this Communication Talisman too. Say, for example, an Evil Cultivator wants to harm someone. That Evil Cultivator definitely can't let word get out, right? But if the victim has this Communication Talisman, they can tear it apart and ask the nearest major sect for help. Whether help arrives in time is another matter, but that Evil Cultivator definitely won't get