29. The Great Thousand-Net Marsh (Part III)

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Xiao Heimu listened with a sullen face as Yao Qian nagged. This young girl wasn’t usually very talkative around others, so why did she have so much to say to a demon beast? Did she think the beast couldn’t understand or resist?

While chattering, Yao Qian washed Xiao Heimu’s face, brushed its teeth, and bathed it, then repeated the entire routine for herself. She had recently discovered that bathing with the Dew Talisman was even more convenient than using spirit water. Though the Dew Talisman didn’t produce hot water, placing it on the body was more comfortable than a spiritual spring. The healing power contained within also helped relieve physical fatigue.

Of course, this was partly because she had learned to cast the Dew Talisman herself. She didn’t need talismans to bathe; just a few rounds of spells would fill the wooden tub with dew, so she didn’t worry about wasting talismans.

She soaked comfortably in the tub filled with dew. By the time she got out, she had already changed into clean, fresh clothes. Even though there was no one else in the tent, Yao Qian habitually stored Xiao Heimu in the spirit beast pouch first and only released it after she finished bathing and dressing.

Bath time marked the end of rest. She let Xiao Heimu play inside the tent while she began practicing talisman drawing. Once again, Xiao Heimu was introduced to a new world. It was the first time it had seen anyone bathe with a Dew Talisman. What kind of mind did this girl have to always think of methods no one else could?

Recently, Yao Qian had been challenging her limits by simultaneously drawing talismans by hand outside while using her divine sense to condense talismans in the Heavenly Evolution Stele space with spiritual power.

If she mastered this skill, she believed she could save a great deal of time. So far, she hadn’t managed to multitask to this degree, but she was confident that with persistent effort, she would succeed one day.

Multitasking had reduced her efficiency significantly. Even so, the number of talismans she drew each night remained impressive because her success rate was one hundred percent. This astonishing success rate was only witnessed by Xiao Jin, Da Hei, and Xiao Heimu.

Xiao Jin and Da Hei lacked the brain capacity to grasp the concept of talisman drawing. Xiao Heimu understood, but as a natural prodigy, failure was a rare word in its life, so it never doubted how this girl could produce so many talismans overnight.

After spending some time together, it grew quite fond of this girl—talented, quick-witted, and diligent in cultivation, even surpassing Pei Changqing in his prime. If it weren’t for its own special circumstances, it might have considered taking her as a disciple.

Yao Qian was unaware of the special soul within Xiao Heimu. Whenever she immersed herself in talisman drawing, she hardly paid attention to the outside world. However, today she had deliberately set an alarm—really just an hourglass, of which she owned many types.

Some measured the time for a cup of tea, others for several hours. Today, she set one for an hour and a half. When the time was up, a bell would ring, prompting her to pause, close her eyes, and recuperate to restore her best state, so she could endure the night watch that followed.

Yao Qian’s plan was well thought out, but being out in the wild, especially in remote wilderness, always invited unforeseen events.

Late at night, when all was quiet, just as Yao Qian finished tidying up and was about to step out for her watch shift, a piercing scream shattered the calm: “Insects! Help!”

The scream startled the entire camp awake. Almost everyone, whether resting with eyes closed or on duty, instinctively gripped their weapons and became alert.

Li Daoying and Li Ming strode out of their tents, followed closely by Yao Qian and Luo Ming. Outside, Li Wei and Jin Xiuer stayed nearby, watching from a distance.

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Li Daoying asked, “What happened?”

Li Wei replied, “It seems several people have been attacked by insect monsters.” Seeing everyone emerge, he gestured for Luo Ming and Li Wei to help pack up the tents.

With the camp under attack by venomous insects, even if they were currently unharmed, staying would be dangerous. Poisonous insects usually attacked in swarms. Meanwhile, the Li family’s own camp began packing up as well.

Jin Xiuer and Yao Qian simultaneously extinguished their campfires. Yao Qian also sent a golden silkworm gu flying to scout the area. Before hatching and laying eggs, Xiao Jin had been fed eight doses of postnatal Purple Breath by Yao Qian. It had transformed from a golden silkworm into a winged golden cicada. The eggs it laid were also winged flying insects—small and fast, perfect for reconnaissance.

Jin Xiuer took a spirit beast pouch from her bosom and opened it. The rustling sound of many insects crawling out was audible. She explained, “I let these bugs surround the camp. If there are poisonous insects that repellent can’t deter, at least these will warn us.”

By then, Li Daoying had already rushed to the scene of the incident. Everyone was now gathered together. If trouble arose, it could endanger them all. The best strategy was to resolve the problem quickly before it escalated.

Those who stayed behind chose to huddle near familiar faces, silently guarding themselves. Gradually, a thick fog rose around them, but no one was concerned. This was a vast marshland, heavy with moisture; fog at night was normal.

Yet the fog thickened rapidly. Yao Qian and Jin Xiuer had been moving toward another Li family camp, where a Foundation Establishment cultivator remained to protect everyone in emergencies.

But after a few steps, Yao Qian realized something was wrong—she was suddenly alone. Her body tensed. Though her feet moved steadily, her pace had slowed considerably. In her sea of consciousness, her God-Slaying Needles and Golden Light Talismans were positioned at the forefront, ready to be unleashed.

At that moment, the peachwood bead bracelet on her wrist suddenly warmed, and the Three Yang Talismans in her pouch seemed triggered. Her expression sharpened. Without hesitation, she threw out five Three Yang Talismans. The golden light from their explosions was striking in the darkness.

By their glow, Yao Qian glimpsed a white shadow flash past at incredible speed. An evil spirit! She immediately guessed its identity. Such desolate, wild marshlands were hotspots for encountering malevolent spirits.

Evil spirits were not specific creatures but referred to various fiends and sinister entities encountered in the wild. Their power levels varied. Sometimes a single Three Yang Talisman was enough to dispel a weak one.

Other times, one might lose their life without even harming the spirit. Yao Qian lacked experience and could not gauge this spirit’s strength. Thinking quickly, she stepped forward and activated a stealth divine ability, vanishing instantly.

After her disappearance, the white shadow did not immediately appear. It waited a long time, motionless. Yao Qian also remained still, clutching a stack of Three Yang Talismans, ready to strike.

No one knew how long passed before suddenly a white figure appeared behind her, lunging fiercely at her back. Yao Qian’s golden light talisman flared again. She leapt forward and swiftly turned around.

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This time, she saw the evil spirit’s true form clearly—an apparition resembling a woman in a long white dress, but with a fish-like face distorted upward. One dead fish eye was near the neck, its mouth facing the sky, intermittently exhaling black mist.

Seeing this face sparked an urge in Yao Qian to look behind it. She wondered if the back was symmetrical to the front. Lost in such musings, she did not delay her attack, hurling a stack of Three Yang Talismans at the fish-faced spirit.

The spirit screamed and stretched out long, tentacle-like arms to grab her. Yao Qian would never let it get close. The golden light talismans on her waist ignited one after another, bathing her in a golden glow.

The spirit glared fiercely at her radiant form, desperate to tear its prey apart, but those damn golden lights blocked it! It furiously slapped at the golden talismans surrounding Yao Qian, ignoring the burning pain caused by the Three Yang Talismans.

Yao Qian’s pupils contracted. This evil spirit could resist the Three Yang Talismans? Without hesitation, she drew her long sword and stabbed at the spirit.

A layer of pale mist appeared around the spirit, neutralizing her sword strikes. But in the next instant, the spirit let out a pained scream. While stabbing with her sword, Yao Qian also shot a God-Slaying Needle. Though the sword failed to pierce the mist, the needle pierced one of the spirit’s fish eyes, which burst instantly, releasing streams of pale mist.

The spirit seemed enraged, howling mournfully toward the sky. The sound echoed in Yao Qian’s mind, shaking her very soul.

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