Chapter 13 - 9: Talisman True Inheritance, Foundation Establishment Magic Corpse

Chapter 13: Chapter 9: Talisman True Inheritance, Foundation Establishment Magic Corpse

His action instantly made Lu Chen’s hairs stand on end, a strong sense of crisis welling up in his heart.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Chen sprinted toward him almost the moment Ye Chenglin raised his hand.

"Talisman: Small Five Thunders Skill!"

As Ye Chenglin completed the Talisman, a thick bolt of black lightning instantly struck toward Lu Chen. However, the black lightning failed to hit him in the end, landing instead on an afterimage.

BOOM!

The black lightning struck the ground, immediately blasting out a large crater about five meters wide. Countless electrical arcs crackled and flashed within the pit.

Having dodged it by a hair’s breadth, Lu Chen dared not pause. He pushed the Flowing Cloud Step to its limits, trying to close the distance between himself and Ye Chenglin. But just as he closed in to within seventy meters of Ye Chenglin, his foot suddenly stepped into empty space.

In a moment of desperation, Lu Chen had to use his sword to prop himself against the ground. Like a pole vaulter, he flipped through the air a few times before finally sticking a stable landing. He looked at the residual Talisman traces at his previous foothold, his expression grave.

He wondered, "A Talisman that softens the ground? When did he draw that?"

Indeed, Lu Chen stepping into nothingness was no accident. It was because Ye Chenglin had suddenly cast the Swamp Skill at some unknown point, softening a section of the surrounding ground.

If Lu Chen had studied Talisman Skills, he would have realized that what Ye Chenglin had just drawn wasn’t a simple Five Thunders Talisman. Instead, the moment he finished drawing the Five Thunders Talisman, he had immediately drawn a Swamp Talisman as well. It was just that Ye Chenglin’s speed at drawing Talismans was simply too fast—so fast that Lu Chen hadn’t even reacted, leading him to believe that his opponent had only cast a single Talisman Skill.

Such methods were enough to show Ye Chenglin’s profound attainments in the Talisman Lineage. And this was despite Ye Chenglin having only one arm and not having prepared any Talismans in advance. Otherwise, Lu Chen probably wouldn’t have even made it ten meters before being crushed to death by a sky full of Talismans.

After all, while the Drawing Talismans in the Air technique was undeniably powerful, a Talisman Master’s true advantage lay in their ability to use vast amounts of Talisman Paper to prepare numerous Talismans in advance, unleashing them all at once at crucial moments. A Talisman Master without prepared Talismans and one who came prepared were two entirely different concepts.

However, Lu Chen didn’t have much time right now to marvel at Ye Chenglin’s exquisite Talisman skills. More black lightning bolts were already striking from afar.

This time, Lu Chen simply didn’t bother dodging. Because he couldn’t dodge them even if he tried.

"Purple Mist Divine Light!"

As the dazzling rosy glow enveloped his entire body, the dense barrage of black lightning in the air crashed directly into him.

BOOM!

Accompanied by a deafening explosion, a charred figure was sent flying like a broken ragdoll, smashing heavily into a stone pillar inside the karst cave.

"COUGH..."

Lu Chen leaned against the pillar and violently coughed up a mouthful of blood. He looked down at his chest, which had been pierced by the lightning, and his arms, which had been blown clean off. In just a brief, single encounter, he had been severely injured by Ye Chenglin’s Talisman.

This massive gap in Power made Lu Chen feel a long-forgotten sense of helplessness.

Looking at Ye Chenglin, who was beginning to draw another Talisman a short distance away, Lu Chen smiled bitterly. "A Magic Corpse at the Foundation Establishment Stage... Such an enemy is truly formidable."

As his words faded, the black lightning conjured by the Talisman completely engulfed him.

The once-noisy underground karst cave finally fell completely silent.

When the lightning dissipated, Ye Chenglin stared at Lu Chen’s charred corpse. His expression was utterly cold and detached, as if he had merely done something insignificant.

After confirming that Lu Chen was completely dead, Ye Chenglin murmured in a low voice, "The resting place of Cyan Cloud Disciples. Trespassers... die.

"Fellow brothers, with me here, no one can disturb your eternal rest... No one can..."