"What exactly did my ancestor do to you, Senior, that you hate the Huang family so much?" Huang Tianle's expression changed sharply as he asked. "No matter what, Senior, Huang family blood still flows through your veins!!!"
"Hahahaha, that is true. It is precisely because I bear the Huang family's Vermilion Bird Sacred Blood that, after dying and becoming a ghost, I was able to refine the Seven-Eyed Passion Fire with that sacred blood. Over these tens of thousands of years, it has helped me withstand lightning tribulations, and I need not fear Xiao Hua's strange flame." Huang Yi laughed first, then sighed. "Were it not for that, I would have personally wiped out the Tianmen Mountain line long ago! Leaving you few alive now can be considered a concession to the ties of kinship!"
"Are talismans really that powerful?" Xiao Hua's eyes shifted a few times as he said quietly, "This junior once saw a mortal family surnamed Zhu in Jingbo City. They had been afflicted by a talisman, but... it seemed they used this kind of pill to cure it!"
As he spoke, Xiao Hua swept his hand and took out a Wutuodan.
"The Zhu family of Jingbo City?" Huang Yi beckoned, and the Wutuodan flew before her eyes. She seemed to be pondering. "Why does this family name sound so familiar? I seem to have heard of it somewhere!"
"Eh? There is something strange about this pill!" Huang Yi revealed her seven eyes. After seven streaks of fire flashed past, she said, "The ingredients used to refine it are ordinary enough, but there seems to be something within it brimming with life force. Perhaps this thing can indeed undo a talisman!"
"Of course, talismans are sinister arts. Their potency depends on the cultivator's strength and on how