The handsome fox demon, who called himself Qing Laoye, suddenly asked, “You, this backwater hag, are you really that Shi Dao Fang Daoist, renowned throughout the Central Earth?”

The middle-aged female Daoist seemed to find the question amusing, one hand caressing the hilt of her blade, the other lightly flicking the lotus coronet atop her head. “What, is someone in Treasure Bottle Continent impersonating us? If so, report their name, and I’ll count it as a service. I might even grant you a swift death.”

The black-robed youth who had single-handedly stirred up a storm in the Lion Garden clicked his tongue, “So you really are from Shi Dao Fang. I just wonder if I’ll choke after swallowing that precious Golden Core of yours, granddaddy.”

The female Daoist’s lips curled upward. “Truly, this is the smallest continent of the Vast Expanse. Whether above or below the mountains, any who dabble in Qi Refining are all boasting with little skill. Oh, by the way, I’m called Liu Boqi. The reason I came here was initially for the Liu surname of the Lion Garden. But it seems my luck, which has been consistently terrible, has finally turned around. I must thank you, so I’ll tell you this, so that you, a monster whose true form is a slug, can die understanding.”

The youth’s face underwent a drastic change. He couldn’t fathom how this detestable woman had seen through his true form.

He didn’t know that the crimson gourd hanging from Chen Ping’an’s waist, which could conceal the prying eyes of Golden Core Immortals, was revealed as a sword-nurturing gourd of excellent quality in the eyes of the female Daoist after she used her divine power.

The middle-aged female Daoist’s tone remained unremarkable. “That’s why I say the willow tree spirit is as blind as a bat. You’ve been in and out of the Lion Garden so many times, yet it still couldn’t see through your true nature. But with that bit of fox stench, plus a few fox-hair ropes, it truly believed you were a fox demon and misled many. The person backing you in wreaking havoc on the Lion Garden is just as blind, or they would have peeled off your fox skin long ago, wouldn’t they? What is the rise and fall of this bit of Liu Clan’s literary fortune compared to the treasures within your belly?”

The youth, who had once boasted that he wasn’t afraid of being chased by a Nascent Soul cultivator, was now unprecedentedly timid. He asked in a bargaining tone, “If I leave the Lion Garden now, can you let me go?”

The middle-aged female Daoist gave an irrelevant answer, probably disdaining to answer such a clueless question. She lightly tapped the hilt of her blade with her palm, and spoke to herself, “This Law Blade I carry with me is named Jing Shen. It ranks seventeenth in Shi Dao Fang of Upside-Down Mountain. As for my Natal Treasure, it is still a blade, named Jia Zuo. But rest assured, you won’t see my Natal Treasure. That is your great fortune.”

The youth’s knees went weak.

He pitifully said, “The fox demon I ate wasn’t a good thing to begin with. It wanted to use marriage to prove its Dao and form a Golden Core, and even schemed to absorb and devour the Lion Garden’s literary fortune. It was delusional, even wanting to participate in the Imperial Examinations. I killed it and swallowed it whole, which should be considered as blocking a disaster for the Lion Garden. Afterwards, an old Immortal Master in the Azure Luan Kingdom coveted the Lion Garden’s ancestral jade seal of the fallen kingdom, so he joined hands with an influential figure in the capital. Thus, I followed the trend, with all three parties getting what they needed. A small business, not worth mentioning. Granny, you are magnanimous, just let me go like a fart, okay? If I have disturbed your mood for enjoying the scenery, I will present the fox demon’s half-formed Golden Core with both hands as compensation, how about it?”

Shi Dao Fang female Daoist Liu Boqi smiled, “Do you think I definitely can’t find your true form, so you’ve been playing the fool here all along?”

The youth suddenly changed his expression and laughed loudly, “Oh dear, your brain isn’t as waterlogged as I thought. So what if you’re from Shi Dao Fang? So what if that messed up Law Blade Jing Shen from Upside-Down Mountain? Don’t forget, this is Treasure Bottle Continent, the Azure Luan Kingdom next to the Yunlin Jiang Clan! Ugly hag, stinky old woman, you refuse to do a deal properly, you have to be scolded by Qing Laoye a few times before you’re comfortable? What a cheap slut, hurry up and go to the capital to beg gods and worship Buddhas, or one day in Treasure Bottle Continent, you’ll fall into granddaddy’s hands, and I’ll flay you alive! Maybe you’ll be overjoyed then, right?”

Liu Boqi was not angry at all, with a playful smile, “The old saying goes, a small temple has great demons, which is very true. Chatting with you, this slug demon, is quite interesting, compared to the desperate kowtowing and begging for mercy of those demon giants after I draw my blade, or their mad roars before death, it’s more interesting.”

The handsome youth appeared arrogant and despotic, but in reality, he was always pondering in his heart. This hag is dragging her feet, which is not her style. Could there be a trap?

But no one knew that he had tampered with the willow tree spirit who was the Land Deity, and he would immediately sense any significant changes in the Lion Garden’s Feng Shui.

If there was a conspiracy in the embroidered building, he could temporarily endure it and not pick the fruit containing literary fortune from that woman for the time being. Let’s see who can outlast whom. You, this Shi Dao Fang Daoist, and that sword-carrying young man, couldn’t possibly guard the Lion Garden for half a year or a year, could you?

What unforeseen reliance could possibly give this ugly Daoist so much patience and determination? Even now, she hasn’t chopped down this illusion of his with a single blade, like she did on the small courtyard wall before?

Liu Boqi stood sideways on the bridge railing and gestured for the demon to cross the arch bridge, assuring him that she would not stop him, “If you go to the embroidered building, you will know the truth.”

Earlier, when Liu Boqi blocked him, he wanted to rush over to take a look at the embroidered building. Now that Liu Boqi was letting him go, he began to feel that the small arch bridge was a mountain of knives and a sea of flames.

The human heart is a ghost realm, even more terrifying than demons.

He had suffered several big losses in his long life, otherwise he might have been able to touch the threshold of the Upper Five Realms by now.

This handsome youth who ate the fox demon and used the fox demon’s skin as a disguise, whose true form was the rare slug, was being pursued by Liu Boqi so relentlessly for a great reason.

Because it was one of the “Heaven and Earth operate, Creation is infinite” Treasure Transforming Demons. Slugs are extremely difficult to become spirits in the first place, and to become a Treasure Transforming Demon is even rarer in the world. It likes to swallow various spirits and ghosts. The most remarkable thing is not its extreme skill in disguise, concealment, and escape, and its extreme difficulty to be killed by magical treasures.

But this demon can swallow many spirits and ghosts, and on the road of cultivation, it seems to accept the cultivating Qi Number of those foods, and can advance on several paths simultaneously, using the original demon core as a ladder, step by step forming multiple Golden Cores.

It’s simply a Treasure Devouring Whale on the land, whoever can kill it will make a fortune!
Even with Liu Boqi’s discerning eye, she was determined to capture this ridiculous Slug Earth Immortal. If that young man surnamed Chen dared to interfere, her Dharma Blade “Hyena God” and her natal weapon, the ancient blade “Armor Creation,” would show no mercy.

Liu Boqi, seeing the creature’s timidity and its glances around, chuckled, “I know your true form is hidden somewhere beneath the ground nearby, relying on the mountain’s spiritual veins to evade my detection.”

The youth tilted his head, “Since you’re so formidable, why not unleash a flurry of blade strikes, excavating every inch of this mountain’s roots until I have nowhere to hide? Why hesitate? Is there something you care about?”

He answered himself, “Ah, I’ve surmised a possibility. After all, your actions these past days have held my attention even more than that swordsman serving as a young master’s lackey.”

Liu Boqi narrowed her eyes.

The youth raised both hands, grinning, “I know you won’t let me speak it aloud. Come, give this granddaddy a strike, make it quick! We’ll meet again someday, and then we’ll settle this!”

As expected, Liu Boqi shattered the youth’s illusion near the bridge with a single blade strike.

Once again, a fox hair drifted to the ground.

Liu Boqi gazed into the distance, the Lion Garden surrounded by verdant peaks.

She found the green mountains enchanting, a love at first sight.

Liu Boqi blushed slightly, but fortunately, she was alone, and her slightly dark complexion concealed her embarrassment.

Suppressing her reverie, she resumed her cold and stern demeanor, sensing the subtle flow of energy from all directions. Liu Boqi anticipated a spectacle. This time, the Slug, laden with treasures, was in for a world of trouble.

Since this was a situation benefiting both herself and others, Liu Boqi drew the famous Dharma Blade “Hyena God” from the Master Blade Workshop. Her figure darted about, precisely striking at various locations within the Lion Garden, severing the connections between the mountain’s roots and water veins, probing potential hiding places, and deliberately creating a commotion, stirring up a surge of power to temporarily disrupt the Lion Garden’s Feng Shui.

She continued to buy time for the white-robed youth with the gourd at his waist.

Having to deal with a cunning creature like the Slug, difficult to catch but easy to kill, Liu Boqi had no choice but to endure this tedious task.

Outside a tightly shut study, the illusion of the handsome youth appeared again, hands behind his back, kicking open the door and stepping across the threshold.

Sniffing the air, he wrinkled his nose in slight discomfort, muttering, “I wonder what virtues the Liu clan accumulated to possess such a dense aura of literary luck lingering in the Lion Garden. No wonder that Dragon Gate Realm fox demon was envious. Pity, such bad luck, all in vain.”

He began to tap and feel around, stomping his feet, searching for secret passages or hidden rooms, but found none. He then started rummaging through drawers and overturning boxes, looking for places to hide things.

The treasure was indeed located in this study.

He had crossed paths with both masterminds behind the Lion Garden calamity, formidable individuals, one with high cultivation, the other with great authority, neither of whom he wished to associate with deeply.

The old pervert followed the path of “hiding greatness in the court,” favoring the support of emperors. He loved collecting relics of fallen kingdoms, particularly those closely associated with the last emperor. He would offer a high price for them.

It was said that he had amassed nearly a hundred imperial seals from various dynasties, complete in every way. However, he had two great regrets. One was that he was missing a single piece from a complete set of jade seals. Rumor had it that it had appeared near Honeycomb Ferry, but the old man seemed wary of that alley where an Upper Fifth Realm cultivator had emerged, and he dared not go plundering without a disguise.

The second regret was his fruitless quest for the “Treasure of Imperial巡狩” (Imperial Hunt), cherished by the Lion Garden for generations. This treasure was a relic from a fallen dynasty in the southern part of Treasure Bottle Continent. This state treasure was actually small, only two inches square, made of gold. Such a small piece of gold dared to be engraved with the inscription “Encompassing Heaven and Earth, Praising the Divine in Secrecy, Golden Armor Shining, Autumn Hunt in all Directions.”

Occasionally, he would raise his head and glance out the window.

That loathsome woman was indeed unwilling to give up, resorting to the most foolish method to find his true form. Haha, if she could find him, he’d be impressed!

He gloated, attributing this to a tale of wandering heroes that stated, “The most dangerous place is the safest place.” He found this saying more and more insightful.

He continued searching for the small gold piece, growing impatient.

That little cripple Liu Qingshan was quite adept at hiding things.

Although he couldn’t take it away even if he found it, it would be satisfying just to see it.

Ironically, now that he had some connection to the Feng Shui of the Lion Garden, he had become a pathetic creature unable to even lift the small gold piece.

He could do it if he disregarded the consequences, but he was unwilling. On the path of demonic cultivation, time was the least lacking commodity.

This was probably Heaven’s compensation for the greater difficulty faced by demons in their cultivation. Becoming enlightened was a threshold, transforming into human form for cultivation was another, and finally finding a celestial manual directly pointing to the Great Dao, or having even greater luck and being directly “ordained,” was the third threshold. According to historical records, Dragon Tiger Mountain’s Celestial Master’s Office had an extremely fortunate Upper Fifth Realm fox demon who had a Celestial Master’s Seal lightly stamped on its fur, blocking all the tumultuous tribulations that should have accompanied the Nascent Soul breakthrough. It leaped and bounded, crossing the almost insurmountable chasm. Which demon in the vast world didn’t envy that?

He had only heard about it and was already envious to death.

His peripheral vision inadvertently caught sight of the couplet hanging on the wall of the study, written by the cripple Liu Qingshan himself. Whether the content was copied from the sages or conceived by the cripple himself, he, having read only a few books, didn’t know.

One side read, “Beneath the brush, a thousand armies arrayed; within poems, ten thousand warhorses surged.”

The other side read, “Establishing virtue equal to the ancients, hoarding books to educate descendants.”

One side exuded an outward momentum, while the other contained its intentions.

He could still understand these simple meanings.

He raised his head, spitting on each couplet on the left and right.

Then he burst into laughter.

Seeing a scholar who had been well-read and full of spirit now fallen into the mud, worse than a drowned chicken or a drowning dog, was truly gratifying.
He swaggered past the scholar’s desk laden with refined curios, plopped down in the chair, and, leaning back, wriggled his rear. Still finding it uncomfortable, he cursed, “Blast these bookworms! They have it too easy. Why can’t they craft a comfortable chair? Must one sit ramrod straight and suffer?”

He stared blankly at the ceiling.

Another figure behind the scenes came to mind, an elder of the Tang clan who held the reins of power in the Azure Phoenix Kingdom.

This man had long disliked Liu Jingting.

A peculiar thing, indeed. Even an outsider like him knew that Liu Jingting, a righteous and capable official, was a pillar supporting the court. Why would this uncle of the current Tang Emperor view Liu Jingting as a mortal enemy?

In the past two years, how many southern refugees had come seeking shelter, drawn by Liu’s reputation?

He racked his brains but couldn’t fathom it.

He recalled a father-son drinking session he’d overheard last year in the Lion Garden, while perched on a beam.

Liu Jingting and his two sons drank and chatted, mostly about Liu Jingting’s worries about the nation, his eldest son’s latest travels, and Liu Qingshan’s criticisms of current affairs.

The scholars and officials who resented Liu Jingting the most, oddly enough, weren’t his political adversaries, but those who had sought his patronage in vain, or those whose flattery had been ignored. Then there were those who argued endlessly with Liu’s disciples in literary circles, becoming red in the face before turning their hatred on Liu himself.

Liu Jingting himself might find it baffling. He had always treated others without regard for their rank or background, only ignoring excessive praise or deliberate attempts to curry favor. But this very attitude of his pricked some people to the quick. Liu Jingting realized this only after he had resigned and was chatting with his eldest son, a minor magistrate whose talents were often overshadowed by his brother, Liu Qingshan, and the magistrate illuminated these reasons. Liu Jingting could only down a cup of wine in response.

Liu Qingshan scoffed, and even criticized his elder brother, with whom he had been close since childhood.

Fortunately, his elder brother knew Liu Qingshan’s temperament and didn’t take offense, saying only that he had been tainted by the bureaucratic cesspool and hoped Liu Qingshan wouldn’t follow his example.

Such filial piety, fraternal harmony, a picture of familial bliss!

He had a thought at the time: could the fox spirit he had devoured have truly wanted to integrate into the Liu family of Lion Garden? Did it hope to pass the imperial examinations, become Liu Jingting’s son-in-law, and contribute to the family’s literary fame?

But at the time, he had been too focused on his hunger, swallowing the fox spirit whole before it could even form its Golden Core, and remembered even letting out a few satisfied burps.

He turned his head, listening to the futile sword strikes of the ugly crone from the Sword Training Hall, and snarled, “So ugly! She deserves a cripple!”

Too bad he wasn’t a Confucian sage who could decree with every word.

With a sigh, he withdrew his gaze and idly scanned the cheap writing implements and other objects.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he reached for a small box beside a long wooden paperweight.

Scorching!

He quickly retracted his hand, feeling pleased, and chuckled, “Good for you, Liu Qingshan! You sly dog!”

At the Liu clan’s ancestral hall…

Two tutors were present. The elder one remained near Liu Jingting.

Liu Jingting said with a wry smile, “I’ve troubled Master Fu.”

The old man merely shook his head.

Besides teaching, this old scholar rarely spoke, and his expression never changed.

Everyone in Lion Garden was a little afraid of this old scholar.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar, Master Liu, while not exactly approachable and being strict, punishing and lecturing nearly every Liu family child and servant’s child who attended the school, was still more amiable than the Master Fu.

At that moment, the middle-aged Confucian scholar quietly walked to the entrance of the ancestral hall, waiting for Liu Qingshan’s return.

Seeing Liu Qingshan return safely from the Embroidered Tower, Master Liu remained expressionless, only nodding in acknowledgment after the limping Liu Qingshan saluted him as a student.

Liu Qingshan crossed the threshold and went to his father, Liu Jingting.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar remained standing at the door, then looked up, spotting two figures at the library, a master and servant from the Central Continent of Treasure Bottle Continent.

Whether due to poor eyesight or simply ignoring them, the middle-aged Confucian scholar soon turned around and returned to the ancestral hall.

Under the eaves of the library, on the railing of the corridor, the maid Menglong asked with a smile, “Young Master, do you think Master Fu and that Master Liu are like us, hidden experts?”

The Young Master Du Gu chuckled. “Explain to this young master first, when were we ever hidden experts?”

Menglong smiled knowingly and leaned on the railing, gazing into the distance.

In Treasure Bottle Continent, weren’t they considered as such?

Young Master was just being modest.

The Crimson Fluorescence Dynasty she belonged to was teeming with sword cultivators, more than any other continent. Its power was immense, with over a dozen tributary states.

Among the dragon sons and grandsons who had long decided to give up the throne, one was a Tenth Realm sword cultivator. He had sparred with Li Tuanjing of the Wind and Thunder Garden, once hailed as the number one Nascent Soul cultivator in Treasure Bottle Continent, three times. Although he had lost all three times, no one dared to question his combat prowess. Several terrestrial immortals of Treasure Bottle Continent wouldn’t dare block Li Tuanjing’s sword. Li Tuanjing, single-handedly, suppressed the Righteous Sun Mountain for centuries. That this Crimson Fluorescence Dynasty sword cultivator could get Li Tuanjing to agree to two more duels after losing spoke volumes about his swordsmanship.

There were also two Ninth Realm sword cultivators, a divine couple who disregarded blood ties and severed ties with the Crimson Fluorescence Dynasty, at least on the surface. The couple rarely appeared in public, devoting themselves to sword cultivation. Rumor has it that the old Emperor of Crimson Fluorescence Dynasty entrusted the couple with managing the imperial treasury, maintaining close ties with the major clans of the Old Dragon City in the south, creating a boundless stream of wealth.

Menglong said indignantly, “Young Master, the cultivators from Northern Culmination Continent are too domineering! Especially that damned Taoist Celestial Sovereign!”

Young Master Du Gu smiled slightly. “In the eyes of the demons and monsters we wiped out, aren’t we the same? Did those servants who died under your Night Wandering God deserve to die? Of course not, but we simply couldn’t be bothered to care.”

Menglong was momentarily speechless.
He could only huff and puff, kicking at the high building’s railing with the tip of his foot.

Chen Ping’an, accompanied by Shi Rou, didn’t draw talismans near the embroidered building but went straight towards the Lion Garden’s main gate.

The two painted door gods, with their faint spiritual energy, were no longer capable of protecting the Liu family.

Chen Ping’an muttered apologies, then began to draw Demon-Suppressing Pagoda Talismans on the two gate panels.

Unlike the “small-scale” effort at the embroidered building, these two talismans were drawn with great vigor, bold and unrestrained, like ink splashes from a deity’s brush.

Standing behind Chen Ping’an, Shi Rou nodded secretly. If the brush in his hand weren’t of ordinary material and the gold paint in the pottery pot weren’t of superior quality, the talismans Chen Ping’an drew, with their full talisman cores, could have been even more powerful.

After finishing drawing, Chen Ping’an retreated a few steps, standing shoulder to shoulder with Shi Rou. After confirming there were no flaws, they walked along the stone slab path outside the Lion Garden, drawing another talisman every fifty or so paces.

On their way, Chen Ping’an said to the silent Shi Rou, “While I’m drawing talismans, I must concentrate, so I may not be able to detect the demon’s presence immediately. Please keep an eye out.”

Shi Rou said calmly, “Leaving aside the duty of relieving the master’s worries, this also concerns my own life. Of course, I wouldn’t dare to be careless. The master is overthinking.”

Chen Ping’an turned to look at her. “Is it that someone who has been poor for too long will become stingy when they suddenly have money?”

Shi Rou heard the subtle sarcasm in his words but had no intention of refuting it.

It wasn’t that she felt guilty or ashamed, but because of that note.

After opening the paper horse left by Cui Dongshan for Zhu Lian, the note’s contents were concise, just one sentence of six words:

“Old sister, don’t go looking for death.”

It seemed like a jest, but it made Shi Rou, even as a remnant of an immortal, break out in a cold sweat.

Chen Ping’an drew talismans extremely quickly, indicating he had put in hard work, or perhaps had learned from a master.

Shi Rou couldn’t deny that Chen Ping’an’s resilience, whether the steadiness of his every bit of energy or the stability of his physique, played a great role, with each element being indispensable.

Drawing talismans was mentally exhausting.

This was a widely circulated truth among the Talisman Sect.

A quarter of an hour later, Shi Rou took advantage of Chen Ping’an finishing his latest talisman, leaned against the wall, breathed heavily, and asked softly, “Is Master forming an array?”

Chen Ping’an glared at her, quickly put his finger to his lips, indicating that secrets of heaven couldn’t be revealed, and when he moved forward, probably out of annoyance, he glared at the tactless Shi Rou again.

Holding a pottery pot of thick gold paint in each hand, Shi Rou obediently followed behind Chen Ping’an, thinking that this guy actually had times when he panicked, and a slight smile appeared on her lips, but she quickly suppressed it.

The Lion Garden occupied a vast area, so Chen Ping’an, who was trying to draw talismans to form an array discreetly, suffered. To complete it before the great demon noticed, Chen Ping’an was truly risking his life writing on the white walls.

It wasn’t any easier than a head-to-head fight.

Unlike the four people from the painting scroll, Shi Rou hadn’t experienced one storm after another, nor had she traveled for a long time across the two continents. Therefore, she wasn’t as familiar with Chen Ping’an’s true strength and temperament as Zhu Lian and the others. However, Shi Rou knew a lot about Chen Ping’an’s resources: an outer body of a flying ascent stage cultivator’s Yang spirit, and a student disciple, Cui Dongshan. These two items were already considerable.

But seeing Chen Ping’an trying to close the door to beat the dog, and considering the arrangements made at the Liu family’s embroidered building and ancestral hall earlier,

Shi Rou truly admired this guy’s style of doing things.

Impeccable.

If it’s said that a gentleman doesn’t stand under a dangerous wall, then Chen Ping’an, once he made up his mind to walk towards the dangerous wall, regardless of his initial intention, would prepare an umbrella, a bamboo hat, and armor, making sure he had everything ready.

Of course, Chen Ping’an wouldn’t try to guess Shi Rou’s thoughts.

One thing subdues another. Shi Rou could be left to Cui Dongshan to deal with.

When Chen Ping’an circled the Lion Garden and finished drawing the last talisman, he still felt it might not be appropriate, so he circled again and attached many treasured talismans that he had drawn long ago but hadn’t had a chance to use, regardless of the consequences, pouring true energy into them and sticking them on the walls and the top of the walls.

A losing trade with no returns.

Chen Ping’an leaped onto the top of the wall, thinking that he must find a reason to tug on Pei Qian’s ears later.

His first disciple, after all, it was okay to be unreasonable with her!

Chen Ping’an stretched and smiled, looking around.

It was already late spring, and the green of the mountains was gradually deepening.

Standing next to Chen Ping’an, Shi Rou still held two pottery pots.

Seeing the strange expression on Chen Ping’an’s face, Shi Rou felt a little strange.

Chen Ping’an put his hands behind his shoulders, interlaced his fingers, and placed his palms on the hilt of the “Sword Immortal” sword.

Carrying the Sword Immortal, when would he become a true Sword Immortal?

He remembered once overlooking a territory of the Treasure Bottle Continent on a ferry, someone smiled and pointed to the earth, saying that the Scarlet Dawn Dynasty under their feet had the most sword cultivators in the Treasure Bottle Continent, but compared to her hometown, it was just a drop in the bucket. She also told Chen Ping’an that if he had the opportunity in the future, he must visit the Northern Entirety Continent to see that it was truly a place where sword cultivators were as numerous as trees in a forest, surpassing the world. Not just a single continent could compare.

Chen Ping’an felt a bit of longing for that Northern Entirety Continent.

Slowly putting away these thoughts, Chen Ping’an took off the sword-nurturing gourd “Jiang Hu”, but found it was empty.

A little embarrassing.

Silently putting it away, he hoped Shi Rou hadn’t seen it.

Shi Rou found it amusing and asked inappropriately, “Or shall I fetch a pot of wine for Master?”

Chen Ping’an shook his head and stamped his foot.

On the outside wall of the Lion Garden, each and every talisman suddenly flashed with spiritual light from their talisman cores.

As if obeying an imperial decree, they simultaneously bloomed with dazzling golden light.

In an instant, a golden dragon seemed to encircle the Lion Garden.