My talisman pen is omnipotent. How should you deal with it?

When I opened it, I saw a line of words written on it, "The talisman paper has been replaced, please come and get it soon."

After reading it, Chu Ci put away the golden pen, stood up and walked outside.

Last time, I gave Wei Meng three hundred mid-grade beauty illusion talismans. I think they must have all been exchanged during this period of time. That should be twelve thousand talisman papers and one thousand two hundred bottles of cinnabar. This is really a lucrative business.

If he continued to do so without considering other factors, it would not be long before all the talisman paper of the Golden Talisman Sect would be in his hands.

In order to save more time, Chu Ci used the speed talisman all the way.

When Wei Meng saw Chu Ci, he was extremely excited. He served him tea and poured him water, being very attentive.

Chu Ci discovered that Wei Meng had changed a lot in just over ten days. The originally messy room was now tidy and tidy.

The two chatted for a while, and from Wei Meng's intermittent narration, Chu Ci learned that because he had been exchanging talismans recently, he was quite famous in the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall.

Although most of what he got was given to Chu Ci, he himself also gained a lot.

Once a man's pockets are full, there will naturally be many female cultivators around him. Among them is one named Xiaoyun, who is very enthusiastic. She comes to bring meals to Wei Meng every day, and Xiaoyun also helps clean the room.

He took the talisman paper and cinnabar from Wei Meng. More than ten thousand pieces of talisman paper were not too much, but more than a thousand bottles of cinnabar really took up space. More than half of the storage bag was filled.

Fortunately, Chu Ci had made preparations before coming and put a lot of things into the storage ring in advance, otherwise it would not have fit all the things.

This time, he gave Wei Meng three hundred beauty illusion talismans and a sound transmission talisman, and Chu Ci hurried back to continue his practice.

Not long after he left, there was a hurried knock on Wei Meng's door...

After returning to the courtyard, Chu Ci continued to copy the Tianlei Jue. Until the evening of the last day, Chu Ci had finished copying the first level of Tianlei Jue.

The purple spiritual power in the body, like a strand of hair, was no longer vague, but became real.

Then Chu Ci started to take out food from the storage ring, whether it was monster meat, spiritual rice, ginseng, or spiritual pig's trotters.

After a hearty meal, he took out the last fire spirit fruit as a after-meal fruit, and drank the cup of spirit tea at hand before finishing his meal.

He hasn't slept for more than ten days. Even after taking a brain-stimulating pill, he still feels very tired. Chu Ci plans to have a good sleep tonight and participate in the disciple competition tomorrow.

In order to ensure the quality of rest, Chu Ci used a hypnotic talisman, which could guarantee four hours of high-quality sleep, and he would wake up on his own at that time without worrying about oversleeping.

Chu Ci stuck the hypnotic talisman on his body, and was hit by a wave of sleepiness. He fell into a deep sleep without having time to think.

It was not until the next morning when the hypnotic talisman's effect expired that Chu Ci suddenly opened his eyes.

At the same time, he also felt the changes in his body, which he had experienced once a month ago.

Yes, I have made another breakthrough and am now at the third level of Qi Refining.

His spiritual sea has expanded a lot, and the spiritual power content in his body has increased by nearly one-fold compared to before, and his spiritual consciousness can already reach about seven feet outside the body.

After getting up, Chu Ci used a cleansing talisman on himself and immediately felt refreshed.

He took off the three spirit gathering talismans on his body. The validity of these three talismans was about one hour away, so Chu Ci decided to replace them with three new ones.

I checked the gourd used to hold water, and saw a emerald green leaf lying quietly in the full water. It was a leaf of a hundred-year-old ginseng. Drinking it in water could not only quench thirst but also stabilize the mind.

The gourd and ginseng leaves were exchanged in the small market before. Now that Chu Ci took out the things on his body, I am afraid that some foundation-building cultivators would feel inferior.

When Chu Ci arrived at the square of Jinfu Sect, there were already a lot of people standing there. They all seemed to be here to participate in the disciple competition. They were standing and waiting according to their respective halls.

The square is very spacious, and any important gatherings within the sect will be held here.

There is a huge statue in the center of the square. It is said that it is the statue of Master Jin Fu, the founder of the Jin Fu Sect and also the first leader of the Jin Fu Sect.

Master Jin Fu specialized in the art of making talismans, and it was said that he could even create his own talismans. His extraordinary abilities far surpassed those of cultivators of the same level, but he was unable to enter the Spirit Transformation Stage throughout his entire life, and finally passed away while sitting in meditation on top of a mountain in the Jin Fu Sect.

The mountain was also named Zuohua Peak by the sect and became a forbidden area of ​​the sect.

At the foot of the statue stood the Fiery Hall, the Yemu Hall, the Sharp Gold Hall, the Green Water Hall, and the Thick Earth Hall, each with between three and five hundred people.

Further back is the miscellaneous service hall, which has as many as 1,700 to 1,800 people.

Unlike the other halls which were neat and tidy, the disciples in the Miscellaneous Hall were in a mess. They stood in groups of three or five, some were laughing and joking, some were whispering, it was simply a mess.

Chu Ci stood quietly at the end of the crowd and looked around for a long time but didn't see Wei Meng. He didn't know where this guy had gone.

Suddenly, there was a commotion around and many people looked up at the sky. Chu Ci also raised his head and saw a flying sword coming from a distance with seventeen or eighteen people standing on it.

Standing at the front was a cultivator, dressed neatly in white robes, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth. He stood with his hands behind his back, giving people a heroic feeling. Judging from his appearance, he was only about 25 or 26 years old, but his cultivation had actually reached the foundation-building stage.

And behind them were all disciples in the Qi Refining Stage, all of them were either handsome men or beautiful women, and any one of them would be very eye-catching.

Not only that, the cultivation base of these people are all at the ninth or tenth level, and without exception, they are all in the late stage of Qi Refining.

The arrival of such a group of people naturally caused a commotion among everyone.

"Wow! Who are these people? Look, those guys are so handsome."

"Yes, yes! Hey, that, he seems to be looking at me." The two female servants beside him said excitedly, pointing with their fingers, and their faces turned slightly red.

"You don't know this? They are disciples of Fenglei Hall. The man in front is the head of Fenglei Hall and the youngest foundation-building cultivator in our Jinfu Sect. He is said to be in the late stage of Qi Refining." A short and fat disciple next to him said proudly.

"No way, late stage of foundation building. This guy doesn't look that old, how could he have reached the late stage of foundation building? Those hall masters are all in their sixties or seventies, how could they be worse than a young man?" Another errand disciple listened to the conversation between several people and seemed quite surprised.

"Tsk, what do you know?" The short and fat monk immediately looked disdainful after hearing this and continued:

“The truly powerful cultivators are all young. Think about it, some people build their foundation at the age of thirty, while others can only build their foundation when they are sixty or seventy years old. Can the spiritual roots and strengths of these two people be the same?

Although the life span of a cultivator is dozens or hundreds of times longer than that of an ordinary person, they will eventually grow old. The younger they look, the earlier they entered the realm, which also indirectly shows that their spiritual roots are stronger than those of ordinary cultivators. "

In response to this remark, several people around nodded repeatedly, and they all felt that it made a lot of sense.

Seeing the expressions of the crowd, the short and fat monk puffed out his chest and continued with a know-it-all look:

“It is said that this Master Li has successfully established his foundation before he was 20 years old, and he also practices two main skills: wind and thunder. Therefore, he is the only one in the entire sect who can be in charge of the Wind and Thunder Hall.

But Master Li was very busy with his daily practice and didn’t want to teach at all, so later the sect agreed to one of his requests and he agreed. ” At this point, the short and fat monk paused.

Everyone asked, "What do you want? Do you want some kind of spiritual medicine or spiritual weapon?"

Seeing everyone's anxious expressions, the short and fat monk was very satisfied and smiled slightly, saying, "Neither of them. He requires that as long as his disciples reach the perfect stage of Qi Refining, the sect must provide them with a Foundation Establishment Pill."

Everyone sighed when they heard this. Others taught to complete their tasks, but Li Zhengfeng taught to gain cultivation resources for his disciples.

"Did the sect elders agree?" asked a female disciple.

"Of course, otherwise how could he bring disciples from the Wind and Thunder Hall here?"

While they were talking, the flying sword had already landed. The hall masters and several deacons who had been waiting on the ground immediately walked over, clasped their hands and greeted Li Zhengfeng.

Regardless of their age, these people all called Li Zhengfeng "senior brother". No wonder the short and fat monk just now kept referring to him as Uncle Li.

All the disciples of Fenglei Hall also stood in a neat row behind Li Zhengfeng. They did not dare to make any movement without the master's order. They were definitely well-trained.