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He finally perfected the Wan Hun Formation within the Wan Hun Fan. With this, even if the Old Celestial Master were to appear in person, he would have nothing to fear.
Shi Sha? That was not something he could easily handle! He couldn't just go around killing anyone he saw in Tongcheng like chopping vegetables; that would be contrary to Zuo Ci's compassionate nature. Right at his doorstep lay a place for raising corpses. Unfortunately, every time he made a move, he ended up obliterating his opponents' flesh. He needed to be more careful next time—he absolutely had to be more careful!
At that moment, Black Cripple approached mysteriously and whispered, "You might want to stay indoors for the next couple of days. I heard that Eastern Japan is preparing to demand someone from Huaxia Mansion!"
Demand someone? Zuo Ci frowned. "What does Huaxia Mansion say about this?" There was no way they would agree!
Black Cripple chuckled with schadenfreude. "What kind of relationship do we have with them? We’re the type that fights as soon as we meet; how could they possibly hand anyone over?"
Huaxia Mansion's stance was firm and well-reasoned, characterizing this matter as a discussion between sects. The Minister of Foreign Affairs, being a scholar, turned the tables and accused the Easterners of rampantly slaughtering officials in our country. The situation outside was quite lively!
"How do we fight?" Zuo Ci asked.
"Oh, the Little Devils wouldn’t dare confront us head-on!" Black Cripple laughed softly. "Eastern Japan, along with Siam, Bai Yue, Nanyang, and Tianzhu, have coordinated and set up a formation near Tongcheng, claiming they want Huaxia's cultivators to break through their challenges. If you win, they won't pursue the matter further. But if you lose, not only will you have to be handed over alive, but it will also count as a loss in the Arena Battle!"
Interesting! Zuo Ci stroked his chin thoughtfully. Were there any specific conditions for participating in this competition? Cultivators were undoubtedly the best choice for creating Shi Sha.
Especially the Exorcists from Nanyang, the Dunzong Monks from Tianzhu, and the Onmyoji from Eastern Japan are the most suitable for refining Shi Sha.
After all, this is just a preliminary round; there won't be any top-tier experts! Their cultivation is limited to Fa Jing. They were still dreaming of taking advantage of the situation, thinking that regardless of which country's cultivator died, their Dragon Qi must be returned to other nations, but this was vetoed by Huaxia Mansion.
What a joke! Huaxia is not some soft persimmon. If we don't take decisive action now and make a name for ourselves, who knows how many people will jump out in the future to step on us?
The Black Cripple became increasingly agitated: "I’m signing up!"
Zuo Ci gave him a strange look. "Hey, aren’t we also Huaxia people?"
The Black Cripple scratched his head: "Besides, the participants' cultivation must not exceed Fa Jing; the main event is yet to come." These guys are quite cunning; they definitely wouldn't want to reveal their peak combat power too early. It seems like they’re just putting on a show to save face! Is it only Fa Jing?
Zuo Ci stroked his chin. "I’ll join too!"
"Sir, you’ve already reached that level!" The Black Cripple frowned.
"Don’t worry!" Zuo Ci pulled out a small paper talisman from his sleeve.
A radiant light surged within the Paper Man. Suddenly, the Paper Man inflated like a balloon, taking on the appearance of a middle-aged man in a robe with an ancient demeanor.
"Is that made from paper cutting?" The Black Cripple's eyes nearly popped out.
"I recently learned how to make a Buddha Amulet from an old Dunzong monk within Wan Hun Fan. It’s simple, so I made one for you!" Zuo Ci handed a bone-made Buddha Amulet to the Black Cripple.
The Buddha Amulet was intricately carved with a Human-Faced Ghost, its pupil a vivid crimson.
"Can you really make a Buddha Amulet?" A thought, immature yet persistent, began to take root in Black Cripple's mind.
Wealth, wealth, wealth.
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