Zhang Ping felt a sudden headache when he heard the voice. He stood up helplessly and looked at the person who came.
"Zhang Cheng, you don't have to worry about my business. I heard that you sent people to harass my opponent in the duel. If this gets out, how can I survive in the sect?"
The man who came was Zhang Ping. He had an elegant demeanor and a handsome face, but the impatient expression on his face somewhat undermined his overall demeanor.
"Oh, Pingdi, my Pingdi, I just want to understand the opponent. As the saying goes, only by understanding the opponent can you better defeat him."
A trace of contempt flashed through Zhang Cheng's mind, but he quickly explained that this cousin was good in every way except that he was too arrogant. If we compare their cultivation, according to Zhang Ping's age, he was indeed very extraordinary in his generation. At such a young age, before the age of 20, he had already achieved perfection in Qi Refining.
But Zhang Cheng thought it would be better to forget about drawing the talisman. This time he was just trying to build momentum for the other party by using the fighting talismans, and he didn't really want his cousin to draw talismans for him in the future.
"No, I, Zhang Ping, must defeat the other party fairly and get the opportunity to represent the Zhang family in the Fuhui."
Zhang Ping didn't listen to his cousin's explanation and spoke directly with righteous words. At the same time, he secretly despised his cousin in his heart. He was always making small moves. No wonder his cultivation level was only the eighth level of Qi Refining.
"Alright, I don't care anymore. Brother Ping, you better prepare well and try to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop at the Fighting Talisman Meeting."
After hearing his cousin's words, Zhang Ping nodded with relief and left.
Zhang Cheng looked at his simple and arrogant cousin, and a trace of contempt flashed through his heart. Although the other party had a good talent for cultivation, he was like an idiot in other aspects.
Jiang Yun, on the other hand, stayed indoors for the past few days, concentrating on copying and drawing talismans at home. Finally, the day before the Fighting Talisman Meeting, he drew a top-level talisman.
"Shape-shifting Talisman!" Jiang Yun looked at the white talisman in front of him and felt very excited. This meant that he could reach the top level of a first-class talisman master.
For others, occasional success requires a lot of practice to become stable, but for me, getting started is mastering.
“Add some more!”
Jiang Yun's mind moved, and the original 1010 points of time points gradually decreased. At the same time, his proficiency in the Transfiguration Talisman, a skill he had just mastered, began to slowly increase.
"Mastery of the Transfiguration Talisman!"
Jiang Yun added 300 proficiency points in a row, finally bringing his Transfiguration Talisman, which he had just started, to proficiency. At the same time, his understanding of the Dao of Talismans deepened.
The next day, the auction of Zi Yang Fairy City was about to begin. At the same time, at the entrance square of Zi Yang City, a brand new screen was placed on a high platform, and the platform was already filled with densely packed monks.
These were all cultivators preparing to display their fighting talismans. There were also underground halls that began accepting bets. Information about Jiang Yun and his opponent, Zhang Ping, spread throughout the city. Jiang Yun had unknowingly become famous again.
"Mu Lin? Who is this? Why doesn't the Worship Hall send someone powerful?"
Some cultivators frowned when they got the information. Zhang Ping's name had been heard of in Ziyang City for a long time. He was a talented cultivator from the Zhang family's side branch. Although no one knew how good his talismans were, he dared to represent the Zhang family in the most important talisman battle of the year, so he should not be underestimated.
Mu Lin, on the other hand, was less well-known. Only a few knew he was a top-tier alchemist who had only studied the art of talismans for a short time. Therefore, most cultivators placed their bets on Zhang Ping, with only a few placing their bets on Jiang Yun.
Finally, amidst the anticipation of thousands of people, Jiang Yun first arrived at the Dou Fu Platform. This was the Dou Fu scene he saw when he first came to Zi Yang City. He didn't expect that he would be standing on it so soon.
Jiang Yun looked down at the stage and saw pairs of eyes staring at him, and bursts of discussion could be heard.
Jiang Yun listened to the various discussions coming from below, but most of them were belittling himself and praising Zhang Ping. He immediately closed his ears with his magic power and began to rest with his eyes closed on the stage.
After waiting for another quarter of an hour, Zhang Ping finally arrived, and he was accompanied by a group of close relatives of the Zhang family. It didn't seem like Jiang Yun came alone.
"Good! Good, you are indeed a genius boy!"
When the people below saw Zhang Ping's gentle expression and demeanor, they immediately cheered loudly. Although Zhang Ping was no longer a teenager, it did not prevent everyone from cheering for him based on his previous reputation as a genius.
"You're the one who wants to draw talismans with me?"
Zhang Ping stood on the stage and saw Jiang Yun waiting with his eyes closed in the corner. He said condescendingly:
When Jiang Yun heard this, he opened his eyes and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. Seeing this, Zhang Ping's face froze and he immediately put away his contempt.
"Alright, it's your ability to be my opponent. Let's get started!"
As soon as Zhang Ping finished speaking, a cultivator nearby brought a table and placed it in front of Zhang Ping. Jiang Yun also waved his hand, and a small table appeared on the platform.
"Please!" Jiang Yun said calmly, taking out his talisman brush, spiritual ink, copybook, and inkstone. He placed them one by one on the low table, then with a flick of his magic power, tiny water droplets suddenly appeared on the inkstone.
Jiang Yun gently picked up the spiritual ink and began to grind it slowly.
Zhang Ping, on the other hand, was much quicker. He calmly closed his eyes and began to rest. A gentle and beautiful female cultivator approached from behind him. With her delicate jade-like hands, she carefully placed the necessary materials for drawing the talisman on the table, then picked up the spiritual ink block and began to grind it skillfully and gracefully.
“It’s truly a feast for the eyes, and it’s truly enchanting to watch!”
When the monks in the audience saw this scene, their eyes widened and they stared closely at the movements of the beautiful woman's delicate hands. However, no one paid much attention to Jiang Yun.
He was neither hurried nor slow, and he was calm and composed. After grinding the spiritual ink into shape, he put down the talisman pen and began to close his eyes to rest.
In the battle of talismans, all the talisman pens and talisman papers are prepared by the cultivators themselves. Even if the opponent uses second-grade high-quality talisman paper, that is because the other party has the ability to do so.
Moreover, the spiritual ink and talisman pen are all brought by the cultivator himself, and in the end the referee only looks at the result of drawing the talisman.
The talisman pen Jiang Yun used this time was the second-grade, low-grade talisman pen he had purchased some time ago, and the talisman paper was also second-grade, low-grade. The spiritual ink was made from the essence and blood of a second-grade monster that Jiang Yun had specially prepared.
In fact, it is not the case that the better the talisman is used, the higher its grade will be. If you do not have profound cultivation and talisman skills, using talisman pens and paper that are far beyond your own grade may be counterproductive.
Zhang Ping also used a similar configuration, because for a first-level talisman master, these were already the best choices.
While Jiang Yun was resting behind closed doors, the beautiful female cultivator on Zhang Ping's side had also finished his training. Jiang Yun and Zhang Ping were both sitting cross-legged on the stage. The two of them who were resting with their eyes closed opened their eyes at the same time.
"Drawing talismans, let's begin!"
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