Chapter 280: Chapter 278: Talisman Combat System
The sky and earth rumbled ceaselessly.
Blazing flames and lightning crisscrossed, dazzling in their brilliance.
The tremendous sound of battle attracted quite a few unexpected visitors.
Among them were the siblings, Dongfang Xuezhi and Dongfang Xueyu.
Dongfang Xuezhi wore the distinctive leather robes of a Pill Master. The long-sleeved, blue and white garment was embroidered with purple trim, giving her an elegant and pure appearance.
Her skin was fairer than frost and snow, and her beautiful face, tinged with a rosy blush, was a lovely sight to behold.
At that moment, she gazed at Fang Yang, who was unleashing his might in the sky, then turned her eyes to Sen Hui, who was sheltered behind him.
Gradually, a flicker of emotion rippled through her long, limpid eyes.
For some reason, she was beginning to feel a little envious of Sen Hui.
It could only be said that the fierce competition within the Saint Institute had worn away some of her edge.
"Don’t worry. One day, we’ll also become figures people look up to."
Xueyu seemed to sense his sister Xuezhi’s feelings. With a serious expression, he spoke softly.
Hearing this, Xuezhi nodded solemnly. "Yes, we will also become figures people look up to."
Meanwhile.
The sounds of battle gradually subsided, and it seemed as if tranquility had been restored.
In a corner at the bottom of the cliff, contestants handed over the medicinal herbs and beast bones they had gathered.
Only after dragging their exhausted bodies to do so were they allowed to leave.
And under Fang Yang’s protection, Sen Hui had finally managed to obtain the Wind-Imprisoning Python Blood Vine.
Not only that, but she also received a large quantity of medicinal herbs and beast bones.
It was safe to say that she was gathering materials far faster than she had ever imagined.
This was actually to be expected. With his formidable power, Fang Yang was veritably sitting on the largest armory imaginable.
His actions were the perfect illustration of the saying: "While my neighbor hoards grain, I hoard guns. My neighbor is my granary."
The "battle royale" that typically only took place in the final round of past Refining Dao Conventions was already being staged by Fang Yang in the very first round.
This scene was nothing short of shocking.
"Xiaohui, let’s rest here for a bit before we head to Liuxi Cliff," Fang Yang said, his eyes narrowed.
He had used up nearly all of his single-use Talismans and needed to prepare more.
SHIMMER, SHIMMER, SHIMMER...
Flashes of light filled the area as Talismans materialized, accompanied by a unique sound of flowing water.
Wielding the Wenshan Pen, Fang Yang could craft these Low-Tier Talismans with but a single thought.
A quarter of an hour later, they departed and continued toward Liuxi Cliff.
Perhaps boosted by the reputation he’d gained from the "incident over the Wind-Imprisoning Python Blood Vine," Fang Yang’s name had become widely known.
Everywhere they went along the way, people were alarmed and hastily got out of their path.
Whether his reputation was good or ill, Fang Yang had, in short, become the one person in this Refining Dao Convention that no one dared to provoke.
This scene caused ripples of emotion to appear in Sen Hui’s eyes.
She noticed that while some of her fellow Pill Master sisters were still close to her, they now treated her with a new seriousness that hadn’t been there before.
Vaguely, she felt that people no longer saw her as a junior.
Their journey was unobstructed.
Around noon, they finally arrived at Stream Cliff.
However, before Stream Cliff, they were met by a hundred-strong flock of human-faced bats!
’This trial ground is truly dangerous at every turn. Wherever there’s treasure, there are Fierce Beasts guarding it,’ Fang Yang observed, his gaze calm.
Half a day’s effort was enough for him to figure out some of the patterns here.
Of course, this was also because the contestants didn’t dare provoke him, while the Fierce Beasts were ignorant of his fearsome reputation.
FLAP, FLAP...
The hundred-strong flock of human-faced bats hovered in the air, firmly occupying the area from the middle of the cliff downwards.
Their presence prevented Fang Yang from easily ascending Stream Cliff.
And if he couldn’t ascend Stream Cliff, he wouldn’t be able to obtain the Tier Five opportunity at sunset—something he could not tolerate.
Therefore, under these circumstances, he decided to make a move against this hundred-strong flock of human-faced bats!
The human-faced bats looked like large, black bats, but their faces were human.
The stronger they were, the more their faces resembled a refined human face.
One could say that in the first round of this Refining Dao Convention, this hundred-strong flock of human-faced bats was the undisputed final boss.
After all, the most powerful items the contestants could use were only at the Tier Two Peak.
"You beasts dare to block my path," Fang Yang muttered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
He snorted coldly. His daoist robes billowed as a crimson-purple light erupted from his body, and he shot hundreds, even thousands, of Talismans into the air.
Before Yu Senhui’s sparkling, star-like eyes, the flock of human-faced bats was beaten back relentlessly by Fang Yang, suffering miserably.
For a moment, it was as if a rain of barbecued meat was falling from the sky, the fragrant aroma drifting on the air.
The beautiful face of the Human-Faced Bat Beast King was filled with Evil Qi, but it was forced to a halt by several Fire Beasts and Thunder Beasts.
It was a joke. Ever since becoming a Tier Five Peak Talisman Master of Thunder Dao Talismans and Fire Dao Talismans, Fang Yang had developed his own Talisman Combat System.
Because of this, his original combat style had been greatly supplemented. Although it wasn’t perfect in every aspect, it no longer had any glaring weaknesses.
[Name: Fang Yang]
[Combat System: Talisman Arts]
[Perception: Fire Eye Talisman, Thunder Sound Talisman]
[Defense: Fire Robe Talisman, Thunder Armor Talisman]
[Crowd Control: Fire Rope Talisman, Thunder Cage Talisman]
[Offense: Fire Beast Talisman, Thunder Beast Talisman]
[Movement: Fire Feather Talisman, Thunder Wing Talisman]
[Healing: Burning Fire Talisman, Violent Thunder Talisman]
[Trump Card: Ancient Sword Flood Dragon Talisman]
[...]
"Yiii..."
The Human-Faced Bat Beast King let out a sharp, miserable shriek.
Without even needing Sen Hui to use her Alchemy Skills to apply a buff, Fang Yang completely annihilated the hundred-strong flock of human-faced bats.
At this moment, Fang Yang stared at the shattered corpses and broken remains before him, especially at the hideously contorted human faces, yet his heart was as still as an ancient well.
However, in contrast to his calmness, Sen Hui looked quite unwell.
He knew she was suffering from the "uncanny valley" effect.
The uncanny valley effect, to put it simply, is:
——as an object’s resemblance to a human increases, a person’s affinity for it changes, in severe cases even causing fear.
"Ignite!"
With a thought, Fang Yang activated the Anomalous Flame within his Fire Dao Talismans, burning the area clean.
Only then did the color gradually return to Sen Hui’s face.
Perhaps because he had caused such a large commotion, a few people were drawn over to investigate.
But when they discovered it was him using his Talismanic Essentials, they fled for their lives at an even faster pace.
It could only be said that compared to the contestants of previous years, the fear Fang Yang instilled in them was far more direct and intense.
It was as if Fang Yang wasn’t here to participate in the Refining Dao Convention’s trial at all, but to satisfy his lust for the hunt!
...
Stream Cliff.
The mountains were green and the waters clear; the scenery was delightful.
At the cliff’s peak, a waterfall flowed out from the clouds, a magnificent spectacle.
As Fang Yang and Sen Hui strolled about, their spirits lifted, and they felt refreshed and relaxed.
Then, at sunset, the Xuanyuan Talisman Treasure in Fang Yang’s possession suddenly trembled and burst into light.
Guided by the pull of the Xuanyuan Talisman Treasure, Fang Yang and Sen Hui made their way to the eastern side of Stream Peak.
Just as they reached a rocky outcrop, a streak of light shaped like a fish leaping through the air shot out and hovered before Fang Yang.
[Spring-Thunder White Earth]
The Spring-Thunder White Earth, by its appearance, looked like a piece of white, fish-shaped precious jade.
This was a Tier Five Spiritual Object related to both the Thunder Dao School and the Earth Dao School, and it contained a special power of creation.
This was because the rumbling of spring thunder represents the reviving force of all new life.
The moment Fang Yang gently gripped the Spring-Thunder White Earth, he had a flash of insight: it was deeply connected to the Sacred Artifact, the [Yimu Saint Spear].
’It seems my Yimu Saint Spear can be repaired further,’ he thought.
Of course, he hoped to use this opportunity to stabilize the Yimu Saint Spear’s rank as a Tier Six Sacred Artifact.
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