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Speaking of these "Invisible Needles," both the Taoist and the other cultivator had long heard of their reputation!
This treasure was forged from the essence of five metals, combined with this man's own original Invisible Escape Technique. It could come and go without a shadow or trace, wounding people invisibly — truly fearsome beyond measure.
It was said that even cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage would find it extremely troublesome to deal with, which was one of the reasons this old man could lord it over everyone so brazenly.
Even though what they had obtained was merely a talisman duplicate of the Invisible Needles, its miraculous invisibility still made it a life-saving treasure. At the very least, cultivators at the Core Formation stage would have no way of dealing with such a peculiar artifact.
"Fine, I'll take Senior Qiong's word for it — I'll take the bet!" The Taoist ran a quick calculation, found nothing amiss, and agreed readily.
Master Li, thinking of the enormous benefits of winning the bet, gritted his teeth and silently consented as well.
*Clap*
*Clap*
The three struck palms together, formally sealing their wager.
"Senior, what brings you here? Could it be that you're leading the Moonfall Sect's contingent?" Just as the three were about to disperse, the Taoist suddenly thought of something and asked.
"Me, leading them? As if they'd let me! This time our sect's leader is that little girl Nichang. I just came to take a look — to see whether any sects have produced any impressive new disciples." Senior Qiong glared at him and said crossly.
"And now that I've looked, it's all quite mediocre! I'm guessing that any disciple with real talent, your generation won't be willing to let go. You'd hoard them like precious treasures. But you never think! Without going through a few big occasions, what good is talent? The moment they run into those heretics and demon cultivators, they'll just be slaughtered like little lambs!"
This old man seemed to have strong opinions about how all the sects operated, wearing an expression that said, "You're all dead wrong."
When the two heard this, not a flicker of change crossed their faces, but inwardly they were complaining plenty.
"You old monster make it sound so easy. Is it simple for our sects to find a disciple with decent talent? And then you want us to send them to this near-certain death trial — do you think we're idiots? Besides, where can't you go to witness a grand spectacle? Why does it have to be this Blood Colored Forbidden Ground?"
Of course, these words could only simmer in their bellies — they absolutely dared not say them aloud in front of this man. Otherwise, wouldn't they be asking for trouble? The Taoist and Master Li were both quite sensible about this.
And once again, this proved the simple truth of the cultivation world: whoever has the bigger fist has the truth.
The disciples from both sects had heard every word of these three people gambling on their forbidden ground expedition. A wave of murmuring swept through them, each face showing a different expression — all of them quite peculiar.
Naturally, none were foolish enough to step forward and openly accuse the three of impropriety. Even if anyone wanted to, they could only seethe in silence. After all, a mere twitch of someone's little finger would be enough to end the lives of these cultivation world newcomers.
Master Li watched the other two depart, then turned and swept his gaze across the faces of the Yellow Maple Valley disciples. He then spoke coldly, delivering words that left Han Li and the others thoroughly stunned.