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Sima Yan’s eyes widened as he said, "To study the formula, of course! We might not be able to replicate the recipe completely, but as long as we can identify the various ingredients, even if we can’t create the Giant Potion, it should be possible to make other, lower-level Enhancement Potions with slightly weaker effects."

"You have to understand, this thing was in extremely high demand today. The price was more than double that of a regular Giant Potion. If it weren’t for Tayun Academy backing me, this old man wouldn’t have been able to acquire it on my own... What I’m trying to say is, Elder Mo mentioned you’re also very talented in Alchemy. He’d like to invite you to study it with us. Tayun Academy will cover all expenses. What do you think?"

Mo Liusheng didn’t speak. He was staring intently at Shen Lang’s movements, knowing he was making Talismans.

But Shen Lang’s hands moved in a blur. SWISH, SWISH, SWISH. In just a moment, an icy chill filled the entire room. It seemed an Ice Talisman was complete...

A moment later, a searing heatwave turned the room into an oven. SWISH, SWISH, SWISH. A Fireball Talisman was put away...

Then, after another moment, CRACKLE! Lightning flashed in the quiet room, and another Thunder Talisman was put away... ’What the hell? Is this really Talisman Making?’

’It feels more like he’s signing books at an autograph session.’

’Who makes Talismans this fast...’ 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

A Talisman, to put it bluntly, is a special piece of talisman paper with a Sealing Technique inscribed on it, which can be activated when needed.

To create a Thunder Talisman, the creator must either have practiced a Thunder Element Technique themselves or have sought help from someone who has.

A Martial Artist at the Qi Martial Realm First Heaven, no matter how hard they tried or how well they cooperated with a Talisman Refiner, could never create a Talisman with an attack power comparable to a Martial Artist at the Qi Martial Realm Second Heaven.

From the looks of it, Shen Lang not only knew Cultivation Techniques of various elements, but he had also apparently cultivated them to a considerable level...

This was obviously far too strange.

’This kid is a monster. Every time I think I’ve figured him out, he goes and...’

Mo Liusheng wiped the sweat from his brow as he watched.

’It’s a good thing I saw Shen Lang do Artifact Refining before. Even though making Talismans is a different field, the young man before me is no ordinary person. He’s a complete anomaly. So, it seems like anything that happens is to be expected—it’s just that his movements are frighteningly fast.’

Meanwhile, when Shen Lang heard Sima Yan say he wanted to study the Giant Potion, he couldn’t help but give a wry smile.

’Just as I guessed...’

Just as he was about to speak, a waiter hurriedly knocked and entered the room.

The waiter bowed respectfully to Shen Lang and said, "Young Master Lang, a young master just came to Tingfeng Restaurant with a message. He asked me to tell you that Patriarch Shen, Shen Haoxuan, is waiting for you by the Phoenix River outside the South Gate. He wishes to see you to discuss family matters."

"I understand. You may go," Shen Lang said with a wave of his hand.

Once the waiter left, Sima Yan snorted. "Xiaolang, you’re not actually thinking of going, are you? With Shen Haoxuan’s intelligence, he wouldn’t come up with something like this, nor would he dare. Your current status is not someone he can afford to provoke. If he had any sense, he’d be hiding obediently in the Shen Family residence and not showing his face... Besides, if he really wanted to see you, he should have waited for you to return to the Shen Family. Why would he arrange to meet you outside the city? This is a trap!"

Mo Liusheng said coldly, "If it’s the Holy Light Sect... we two old men will accompany you. I doubt they’d dare to lay a hand on us!"

Shen Lang shook his head and stood up. "There’s no need. It’s a trivial matter, I won’t trouble you two. If I’m not mistaken, it’s probably not the Holy Light Sect... Heh, these guys are really impatient. Good. Actually, I’m quite impatient myself..."

As he spoke, he flicked his right wrist, and a sheet of parchment spun through the air, landing steadily in front of Sima Yan.

"You’ll never figure anything out just by studying that Giant Potion. Even if you did manage to discover something, who knows how many years that would take. You should take a look at this, elder... Brother Mo, you spoke up for me when facing a power like the Holy Light Sect... I, Shen Lang, am not the kind of person who doesn’t know who’s on my side. I naturally understand who treats me well and who doesn’t."

After speaking, he pushed open the door and walked out.

Sima Yan and Mo Liusheng were both stunned...

’Could there be something good on this parchment? Something even better than the Giant Potion?’

Although both knew he was likely exceptionally skilled in Alchemy, they had never actually seen him practice it.

So when they heard him say that, they were both a little puzzled.

Sima Yan picked up the parchment and glanced at it. His eyes instantly widened like bronze bells, and he let out a curse, "Holy... shit!"

"So... that thing... was his!" Mo Liusheng’s hand trembled violently, and a bowl of tea splashed all over Sima Yan’s face.

"Th-th-this... Elder Mo, why do I feel dizzy..."

"Dizzy my ass! Grab these two things and get back to the academy right now. We need to get the old Dean involved... To be honest, I’m dizzier than you are! He clearly said it was because *I* spoke up for him, so why is the thing he gave us benefiting you, you old coot? You didn’t even fart, so how did you end up with such a huge reward? There’s no justice in this world!"

The two old men muttered dizzily to each other for a long while before finally composing themselves, packing up the items, and heading straight for Tayun Academy.

Meanwhile, Shen Lang had already casually exited the South Gate and arrived at the bank of the Phoenix River.

The Phoenix River twisted and turned, winding its way past Tayun Academy and then outside Celestial Phoenix City. Its banks were a fine place for sightseeing.

It was now evening. The sun was setting, a cool breeze blew along the Phoenix River, and a light mist hung over the water.

Shen Lang scanned his surroundings. His Divine Thought detected several faint, hidden auras, and he chuckled in embarrassment. "Looks like I got here a little too early. They aren’t ready for me yet... My apologies for that."

He had just finished speaking when a few angry shouts, mixed with the sounds of fighting, came from the distance, growing closer.

Shen Lang focused his gaze and was taken aback for a moment. It was the silver-haired youth from the Profound Dao Sect, fighting a running battle with several members of the Holy Light Sect as they headed in his direction.

Powerful Qi raged between the two sides, kicking up dust and sending stones flying.

’What is this situation... Why is everyone gathering here? Do assassins just like riverbanks? Is it because it’s easier to dump the body in the river, or what?’

Shen Lang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the scene.

"Mo Ge! We didn’t provoke you, yet you resorted to trickery and injured two of my Junior Brothers! You’ve gone too far! I will not let you get away this time! Surround him, don’t let him escape!"

Yao Chengjie’s Longsword erupted in a flash of light as he frantically attacked Mo Ge.

Although the scoundrel’s character was poor, his Cultivation was not bad; he was already at about the Qi Martial Realm Sixth Heaven.

"Idiots."

The silver-haired youth couldn’t even be bothered to explain. He had seen Xue Dangdang’s prank, but his personality was such that he didn’t want to say a single extra word.

"Sword Moving Nine Heavens!"

"Hundred Calamities Thousandfold Fire Prison!"

"Blood Shadow Slash!"

"Red Fire Divine Fist!"

Under Yao Chengjie’s lead, the other four also attacked Mo Ge with all their might.

One by one, the powerful Combat Techniques in their hands finally reached their peak. With a shudder of their weapons, four streams of incomparably ferocious Energy instantly shot out, surging violently toward Mo Ge.

As the four streams of fierce Energy shot forth, a flat, cold snort was heard from Mo Ge, who was surrounded by the group.

Immediately after, a brilliant light flared up almost simultaneously. Under Shen Lang’s watchful gaze, Mo Ge was enveloped in lightning as his ferocious Thunder Power collided with the five streams of Energy!

BOOM!

For an instant upon impact, the streams of Energy went silent, then an earth-shattering explosion rang out!

Yao Chengjie and his four companions were all thrown backward, panting heavily!

Fighting one against five, Mo Ge actually had a slight edge!

’The Thunder Control Divine Technique...’

However, Shen Lang, who was observing from the side, noticed that blood was already trickling from the corner of Mo Ge’s mouth, and his face seemed even paler.

Although his Cultivation was indeed stronger than the five, he wasn’t stronger by much. He was mainly relying on the Spiritual Artifact in his hand and his Body Technique to hold on.

If it came to a direct confrontation like this, the five could easily wage a battle of attrition, drain his Spiritual Power, and then move in for the kill.

After this exchange, under an attack of that magnitude, he seemed to be badly injured, and the Spiritual Power within his body was already in disarray.

"Hahaha, the Holy Light Sect is so impressive! Five against one, and you still get your asses handed to you. Haha, how mighty!" Shen Lang clapped his hands and laughed heartily.

"Young Sect Leader, it’s that brat who doesn’t know what’s good for him!" one of the Holy Light Sect members yelled.

Yao Chengjie and the others were stunned, then overjoyed... They never expected to run into this brat here!

They had been planning to go out and look for him, but what a coincidence, he had served himself up on a platter!

"Mo Ge is already badly injured! Attack! Take him down, and then we’ll deal with that brat!" Yao Chengjie roared.

"SCREEE!" A crane’s cry came from the sky.

Then, with two ZINGs, two imposing, pale blue Wind Blades swept down from the sky toward the Holy Light Sect members.

"It’s Zi Lan, be careful!" The Holy Light Sect members were shocked and hastily retreated to dodge.

BOOM! BOOM!

With two loud bangs, the two Wind Blades sent the rubble by the riverbank flying everywhere!

A woman in white arrived, riding a giant white crane, and landed beside Mo Ge.

"Senior Sister," Mo Ge called out softly.

The woman’s white robes were purer than snow. Although not devastatingly beautiful, she had a refined and unearthly elegance, untouched by the aura of the Mortal World. She moved with incredible lightness, gliding to the ground like a fairy walking on water or a dancing Elf, seeming to live on air, transcendent and detached.

"Are you all right?" The woman in white glanced at Mo Ge, her gaze turning icy as it swept over the Holy Light Sect members.

"I’m fine."

The expressions on Yao Chengjie and his men grew even darker. The Cultivation of the person before them was far superior to anyone else present. Now that she had arrived, getting away cleanly would be difficult.

But with Mo Ge already injured, and having also encountered Shen Lang—the one who had infuriated them at the Treasure Pavilion—a person like Yao Chengjie was unwilling to give up just like that.

"Junior Brother Liu and I will tie up Zi Lan! The three of you, deal with Mo Ge! As for that brat, we’ll deal with him later!" Yao Chengjie ordered coldly.

Just then, a sharp sound of Breaking the Sky came from the air, as several sharp arrows shot out from the woods by the river.

The arrows all glowed with a faint blue light, their speed incredible as they tore through the air.

"Demon-Breaking Arrows, be careful!" The woman in white, Zi Lan, cried out in alarm.

It turned out the arrows were all aimed at Shen Lang!

As the arrows were fired, two black shadows swooped down from the trees like hawks. At the same time, two more figures shot out from the churning waters of the Phoenix River.

"KILL!"

Four thick, ink-black iron chains shot toward Shen Lang with a series of HISSES.