Chapter 94
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Chapter 94: Master’s Insight
Inside the quiet room, Wang Chen sat cross-legged.
A whole day had passed since he killed a direct descendant of the Purple Palace family. The immense pressure of possibly being hunted down had not shattered Wang Chen’s will; instead, it made his young heart of the path grow stronger.
He hid in the hidden chamber, not merely waiting for fate to decide his future.
Instead, he seized every moment to improve himself.
At this moment, Wang Chen was reviewing yesterday’s battle.
Although he achieved a complete victory against four opponents, it did not mean there were no lessons to be learned.
Learning from the past can serve as a guide for the future!
As he repeatedly recalled and carefully analyzed, Wang Chen realized that his victory in the fierce battle involved multiple factors.
First was the enemy’s underestimation of him.
When he was intercepted by the gray-clad cultivator at the beginning, he feigned weakness, relying on the Breath Concealment Technique to disguise his fourth realm of Qi Training. This made the opponent remain less vigilant.
The other three people, including the Purple Palace descendant, were even more arrogant and dismissive.
Thus, when Wang Chen launched his sudden attack, he caught them completely off guard.
Otherwise, victory would have been impossible!
The lesson this experience taught Wang Chen was: Never underestimate any enemy, even if they appear weak.
His Spirit Eye technique needed to reach master-level, and so did the Breath Concealment Technique.
In short, he must not let opponents see through his capabilities, while he needed to be fully aware of their strength!
Secondly, the power of talismans in battle was formidable, especially for ambushes.
Out of the four cultivators, three were killed by the Falling Fire talisman.
It proved that using talismans to compensate for his lack of combat ability was indeed the right choice.
But the drawbacks of legal symbols were quite apparent.
Once faced with strong protective artifacts, they became ineffective.
If Wang Chen hadn’t had a moment of inspiration and broken through the opponent’s rocky armor with master-level Earth and Stone Technique, he might have already fled to another region, being pursued by the Purple Palace family and the Yunyang Sect!
However, in terms of Beginner Talisman Making, he had already raised his skill level to a very high standard.
The destructive power of the legal symbols carried by the talisman paper was nearing its limit, leaving little room for improvement.
And mastering higher-level talisman-making techniques required reaching the peak of Qi Training or even Purple Palace Level!
Did that mean there was no other way?
Not at all!
Although Wang Chen had not practiced the path of talismans for long, thanks to the assistive features of the Cultivation Panel, he now stood at a very high level.
A master, a teacher who could establish a sect, is in no way comparable to an ordinary craftsman!
Wang Chen’s biggest problem was that his skill level had risen too quickly. While he focused on improving his proficiency to face the ever-emerging crises, he lacked the time for reflection and research.
Now, in this hidden chamber, he found the opportunity to settle down and begin exploring the mysteries of master-level talisman-making techniques.
With a clear mindset, Wang Chen’s mind sparkled with inspiration as countless thoughts about talismans emerged.
This was the power bestowed upon him by master-level talisman-making techniques, yet he had never truly harnessed it!
At that moment, Wang Chen completely forgot his dire circumstances.
The profound realization that "to hear the path in the morning and die content in the evening" filled him with pure joy and ecstasy!
One day, two days, three days…
Wang Chen’s master-level insights persisted for three full days.
For four days, Wang Chen did not step out of his home even once. Aside from periodically collecting and placing the Dual Mirrors, he mostly remained secluded in the hidden chamber on the third underground level.
As a result, not even a rat came knocking at his door!
From this, Wang Chen deduced that he had likely, perhaps, narrowly escaped a calamity.
Otherwise, with the combined might of the Purple Palace family and the Yunyang Sect, if they had uncovered any clues, they would not have remained inactive for so long.
Realizing this, Wang Chen hurried outside at sunrise to clear the weeds from his spirit fields.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t bear to lose the yield from his ten acres of spirit fields.
It was that if people noticed his spirit fields had been neglected for so long, the neighbors would surely report it to the Wei Hall.
At that point, the Wei Hall would dispatch investigators, possibly even using soul tokens to track his whereabouts.
That would spell trouble!
Fortunately, Wang Chen only had ten acres of spirit fields. Now that his strength had advanced rapidly, the weeds that had grown over four days, though plentiful, did not require excessive effort to manage.
After finishing, he retreated to the hidden chamber to continue lying low.
Days passed, and everything remained peaceful.
Wang Chen finally confirmed that he had truly not been exposed and could still live as an outer sect young cultivator tending his spirit fields.
He didn’t have to abandon everything and flee to distant lands!
As for Lu Defang, after this ordeal, Wang Chen feared him even less.
At the same time, his master-level insights began to bear initial fruit.
…
Still in the hidden chamber, Wang Chen focused his mind, raising his right arm and bringing his index and middle fingers together as he pointed forward like a sword.
Flickers of spiritual light danced at his fingertips.
With the movement of his arm and wrist, he swiftly sketched a true seal talisman in the air.
The three-character hook shape formed a talisman in thin air!
"Swift!"
In the next moment, Wang Chen opened his hand into a palm and suddenly thrust it forward.
The legal symbol he had just drawn instantly transformed into a blazing fireball, roaring as it crashed into the wall ahead!
Boom!
With a muffled thud, the sturdy hidden chamber trembled violently, sending a cascade of dust raining down.
Success!
The Falling Fire talisman, crafted without the need for talisman paper, talisman brush, or talisman ink, had been perfected by Wang Chen through sheer mastery of movement techniques. Its power was nothing short of remarkable.
Drawing in the void and condensing energy into a talisman—this was the unique spellcasting art of talisman cultivators.
Only those with exceptional talent and insight could master such a technique!
Wang Chen was not a dedicated talisman cultivator, nor did he have any mentors or elders to guide him.
He had relied entirely on the Cauldron Spirit born from his master-level talisman-making technique to independently grasp this awe-inspiring skill.
Since no physical medium was required, the potential power of "finger talismans" was theoretically limitless.
The only constraint was the practitioner’s cultivation level!
The Falling Fire sphere Wang Chen had just unleashed far surpassed the destructive force of a paper-drawn Falling Fire talisman.
The shattered surface of the rock wall was undeniable proof!
Of course, finger talismans had their limitations.
For example, the casting time was somewhat lengthy, and only one could be released at a time.
But the immense power more than compensated for these drawbacks, and there was still room for further refinement!
In fact, beyond "finger talismans," Wang Chen had also developed the "blood talisman" technique.
However, the blood talisman’s overwhelming power made it unsuitable for use within the hidden chamber.
Dong—
Just then, the resonant toll of the Dingyang Bell from the Star Observation Pavilion in Yunshan City reached Wang Chen’s ears.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
Even thirty yards beneath the earth, the sound of this third-tier magical artifact pierced through.
Though not as clear as it would be above ground, the message was unmistakable.
Yet, this time was different.
The Dingyang Bell did not mark the passage of time; instead, it rang continuously—twenty-four times in total!
The relentless tolling stirred Wang Chen’s buried memories.
Suddenly, it dawned on him.
The Yunyang Sect’s annual ceremony to pay respects to ancestors was about to commence!
