"I've taken the fish king! Come see me at the Fish Scale Pavilion in three days!"
Looking at that line of writing, Wei Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly. What surprised him was not its content, but the writing itself.
He had tried writing with Divine Palace Force, but the words had lasted only seven or eight seconds before dispersing.
By contrast, the words Old Man Yu had left...
Looked as though they had been carved by knives and axes, solid and undispersing.
Was this the strength of someone at the pinnacle of the Twelve Refinements?
Truly terrifying!
As for Old Man Yu taking the fish king...
Wei Sheng felt little about it.
Would Old Man Yu have left it behind if he objected?
What a joke. When had he ever had a say?
Fortunately, he had reaped a rich harvest this time.
Fish scales, Silver-Sand Carp Sinew, dozens of pounds of fish...
More importantly, he had seized this opportunity to break through to the sixth stage of the Golden Bell Shield. His defenses had greatly improved, and his overall strength had risen considerably once again.
Hum-
Wei Sheng circulated his force, and a faint golden glow immediately surfaced over his skin. The golden light wove together like threads, ultimately forming the phantom of a golden bell that enveloped his entire body.
This was the golden bell phantom formed upon cultivating the Golden Bell Shield to its sixth stage.
It had no fear whatsoever of thrusts from sharp spikes or weapons. Apart from vulnerable areas such as his eyes, ears, mouth, and groin, his entire body had virtually no weaknesses.
In terms of defense alone, even a Seven Refinements martial artist would struggle to break through this golden bell phantom in a short time.
"Cultivation really does depend on resources..."
Wei