"Divine Talisman————Qingluan?!"

Qin Muqing almost leaned out over the balcony.

The fierce north wind swirling above the high platform made his eye corners split painfully, unable to open them, yet he kept them wide open, staring in shock at the altar.

He saw that the scale stone, perpetually covered in thick snow, was melting bit by bit into mist under the young man’s hand.

Revealing its original Seven Luminaries Crystal-like stone body.

The azure Qingluan soared into the sky, the tremendous momentum accompanying its rise as if it were an earthquake, with its piercing cries mingling with the ferocious wind.

Below the altar, the crowd swayed under the fierce wind.

Even the unicorn before Fang Geyu’s golden chariot anxiously scraped its hooves, unable to stop neighing.

Baili An stood firm in the chaotic wind, his black hair whipping about, as he slowly furrowed his brow, looking at the snow-melting scale stone before him, sinking into deep confusion.

He could seriously swear he had absolutely no intent to suppress or show off here.

He was keenly aware of the preciousness of the talisman spirit that even Fang Geyu found difficult to awaken.

He understood his limits, despite having extraordinary insight and control over spiritual power.

But he did not arrogantly think he could master Divine Communication Skills from a hundred schools.

It was just rare to experience the scale stone left by the former City Lord during the Sea God Festival.

If he could seize this chance, awakening a talisman spirit wouldn’t be bad, but if truly fated not to, Baili An wouldn’t feel regret.

As, whether it’s the Supreme Daoqing Sword Technique, or the Kunlun God taught Character Decoding Technique, or the Deceit Skill of the Central Netherworld Dynasty.

Or even the Bronze Gate, Venerable Immortal’s bones, corpse demon bloodline, and others all require massive time and effort to study and cultivate.

If another talisman spirit were to awaken, it might be difficult to manage, and he’d have to temporarily set aside this path.

Unexpectedly, the moment his palm touched the scale stone, Baili An felt as if he became a key.

And this scale stone was a locked giant treasure mountain, as his palm approached, a strong, indescribable merging sensation arose.

Like opening a secret trove.

What his palm touched seemed not a cold stone body, but rather like a warm soul brimming with vitality and consciousness.

That soul power was strong, generous, like the ocean embracing countless rivers, gradually flowing into his heart’s Divine Mansion.

A rich, strong warm current wrapped the faint Corpse Pearl meticulously, with a Spiritual Flow continuously baptizing the blood energy slowly circulating from within the Corpse Pearl.

The skyrocketing Qingluan turned into a cyan-colored talismanic Light Seal, landing on the brow of Baili An, disappearing from sight.

The violently shaking altar returned to calm, and the disordered crowd below looked incredulously at the platform.

Those foreign cultivators, though unfamiliar with the talismanic path, had already guessed that the young man on stage probably awakened an extraordinary talisman spirit.

On the tower, Steward Qin Lou watched the scene from afar, his expression unknowingly growing heavy with worry.

On the other side, Yin Baishuang shook the wine jug in her hand, bright eyes like fire, her black hair danced freely with the chaotic wind, glancing at Lady Ying Ji beside her with a smile in her eyes.

"Madam, do you think Baili Yu’s eyes on his face are breathing for show."

My dear An is clearly a literary and dancing genius with extraordinary luck, yet under his care, he’s been labeled as mediocre."

Look at this momentum; even the Immortal Lords from the Immortal World are astounded."

Lady Ying Ji took the mud wine jug from her and had a sip.

Her aura carried a slight fragrance of alcohol, lips stained with wine fluid, amidst the chaotic world appearing even more vividly enchanting and captivating.

Her long phoenix eyes narrowed, an indescribable grand air of playfulness exuded, she glanced at Yin Baishuang seemingly in jest: "That’s my little An."

Yin Baishuang suddenly realized that this beautiful young madam was astonishingly petty.

In the past, before little An returned, she occasionally visited the Central Netherworld to see the Empress.

At that time, immersed in mourning the lost son, the Empress treated her, the only recognized Crown Princess Consort, with much gentle care.

Whenever she visited Central Netherworld, even if Lady Ying Ji’s temperament was eccentric and gloomy, she always showed patience and protectiveness to her.

Now this precious son has returned, revealing her true colors.

Ultimately, the son is the most important in the mother’s heart, even verbal benefits from other women are not tolerated.

What’s wrong with saying ’my little An’? Could I really take your deeply cherished son and his cradle away and devour them completely?

Yin Baishuang quietly pouted, staying silent.

Lady Ying Ji finished the mud wine in the jug, her ink-black eyes looked deeper, her tone somewhat indistinguishable.

"However, it is indeed astounding that little An could awaken a talisman spirit, without any exposure to talisman knowledge."

Moreover, when he was born, I summoned the Vermilion Bird to bless him.

The Vermilion Bird is a Divine Beast of the Nine Nethers Mansion, fierce, bearing an aura of hostility, revered by all but close to none.

A talisman spirit instinctively avoids the Vermilion Bird’s aura, normally those skilled in Deceit Skill cannot awaken a talisman spirit.

Let alone awaken the Divine Talisman ’Qingluan’. Today’s events are somewhat strange indeed."

Upon hearing this, Yin Baishuang belatedly furrowed her brows, saying, "With little An causing such a commotion today, who knows if it will attract excessive attention from those with ulterior motives..."