"Senior Brother is right. But since Du Dong has the Cold Moon Wheel, it's not surprising he made it to the finals. What about this Han Li? Does he also have high-level magical artifacts?" the mustached middle-aged man asked again.
"No, he doesn't. Although I don't know if this Nephew Han has any high-level artifacts, he is quite generous in his actions," the late Foundation Establishment stage man said with a wry smile.
"What do you mean? What does generosity have to do with the competition?" This time, it was the sallow-faced elder who asked with some interest.
"In the first round, Nephew Han threw out more than thirty fireball talismans right away, breaking his opponent's shield before they could even use their magical artifact. In the following matches, he used worldly martial arts and a clever technique to manipulate fire, combined with talismans, to narrowly defeat his opponents," the man explained.
"Martial arts and techniques aren't surprising; many people bring their skills when they join the sect. But using so many talismans at once does require quite a bit of spirit stones. For us, it's nothing, but for a Qi Condensation disciple, it's quite extravagant. Have you investigated this disciple?" the white-bearded elder asked with a slightly stern face.
"We have. According to a few low-level disciples who have interacted with him, this person, although a rogue cultivator, seems to be skilled in talisman making and quite wealthy. That's why he can use low-level talismans so generously," the young man replied respectfully.
"Oh, that makes sense. It seems these two have no issues. However, since this person knows some talisman making, he would be more suitable for Huoyun Peak," the white-bearded elder murmured after his expression softened.
"Brother Feng, that's not right. We at Tianquan Peak also have disciples skilled in making talismans. We can support him. Brother Duan, you don't really want him, do you?" the middle-aged man surnamed Xin said with a slight smile.
"Haha! We have plenty of talisman-making disciples at Huoyun Peak. One more or less doesn't make a difference. I won't take your disciple, Brother Xin," the red-robed cultivator said with a wave of his hand.
The middle-aged man surnamed Xin just smiled and said nothing.
After discussing some sect matters, these Core Formation stage cultivators left one by one.
...
Han Li had returned to his cave mansion on his small stone mountain. He was standing outside his spirit beast room with an unusually serious expression, staring inside with a flickering gaze.
Not long ago, he had just finished his final match and was talking with some congratulatory disciples from Tianquan Peak when the Crying Soul Pearl inside him suddenly became hot. This startled Han Li, but he quickly realized that the Crying Soul Beast in his cave mansion had finally reached its final evolution stage and was calling for him.
Surprised and delighted, Han Li quickly excused himself and hurried back to his cave mansion.
When he reached the spirit beast room, he was shocked by what he saw.
The room had become dark and eerie, filled with black ghostly energy flying around, and a chilling yin energy emanating from it.
The Crying Soul Beast was nowhere to be seen. Instead, in a corner of the room, there was a large, shiny black oval cocoon, with black spikes flickering on its surface as if it was nurturing something inside.
Han Li didn't need to think to know that the Crying Soul Beast was inside the black cocoon.
He was both excited and cautious.
