A talisman treasure in hand [Monthly votes, please]

If he really was a Water Dragon Sect cultivator, Ji Yuan could just about believe one or two parts out of ten of what he said.

But if he was a demonic cultivator, then twelve parts out of ten were not to be trusted.

After all, Ji Yuan did not think he counted as a pure, upright cultivator himself. Whenever his Yin Ghost Banner came out, yin energy surged into the heavens. Just like now, if he really intended to save this Foundation Establishment cultivator, he would have to reveal his true identity and say he was Ji Yuan, the Ji Yuan who was about to join the Water Dragon Sect.

But for anything else, "My apologies. I am Qiu Qianhai, a rogue cultivator from Greenmount City!"

"You really are cautious, fellow Daoist. Just watch."

Suddenly, Ji Yuan saw the phantom of a coiling water dragon appear in the mist ahead and to his right. It was precisely the Water Dragon Sect's emblem.

Seeing it, Ji Yuan was already eighty or ninety percent convinced.

Still, he did not move. "If you were a demonic cultivator who had taken a Water Dragon Sect senior's storage bag, couldn't you use this sect token too?"

"Heh... hehe. Fellow Daoist, you truly are careful."

Li Changhe's voice grew weaker and weaker. He really seemed to be nearing his limit.

"In less than a month, the Water Dragon Sect Selection... you—"

This time, his voice transmission fell silent before he even finished.

Damn it, he's dead— Ji Yuan panicked. He did not hesitate this time, immediately summoning his Thunder Falcon Boat and heading toward where the phantom had appeared.

Within moments, Ji Yuan found Li Changhe, the Foundation Establishment senior who had sent the voice transmissions, on the sandy shore.

Just as he had said,