My strongest killing move currently should be Samsara Blood Tears.
However, Samsara Blood Tears doesn't use Qi, but consumes vital blood.
One drop of Samsara Blood Tears is equivalent to ten drops of vital blood.
Although the consumption is not as great as before, it doesn't mean it's gone. These five black talismans can perfectly compensate for this deficiency.
As for the last five Gu worms, they were sought for Chen Shanshui.
The five Gu worms are all Blood Coagulation and Flesh Regeneration Gu, capable of rapidly healing injuries.
Their effect is far superior to the five black talismans.
The bottle of ghost Qi can provide ghost Qi at any time, while the use of Samsara Blood Tears is compensated by the black talismans, and close combat is offset by the Gu worms.
Finally, there are two sarira relics as a backup.
There is supply for both magical combat and close combat.
This battle might not be lost!
After a day's journey, they reached their destination.
Yu Daohan got off the train and took a taxi to the small town at the foot of the mountain.
The sun was setting.
The last ray of sunlight before sunset dyed the clouds above the mountaintop red, like a wound on a giant.
Yu Daohan did not immediately head up the mountain. Instead, he went to the town to eat something before heading up the mountain early the next morning.
Walking on the streets of the town, Yu Daohan looked around.
His steps stopped at a steamed bun shop, and Yu Daohan looked up.
He saw the words "Huítóu Bāo" displayed above.
"Huítóu Bāo?"
Yu Daohan frowned. To ordinary people, it might seem like a coincidence, but in their line of work, such coincidences were rare.
He had just arrived and saw this Huítóu Bāo. Was it intentional or a kind reminder?
No matter who set up this trap or what their purpose was, they had set up a Hongmen Banquet.
Then he naturally had to show some respect and see what their intentions were.
"Interesting."
Yu Daohan walked into the shop.
Upon entering, Yu Daohan glanced at the surroundings. It was no different from any ordinary steamed bun shop, even simpler.
When things are unusual, there must be a reason.
He refused to believe this was just an ordinary steamed bun shop.
With his current strength, he wasn't afraid of any ghosts or monsters.
In the face of absolute strength, any trickery seemed不堪一击 (invincible).
Seeing a customer enter, the waitress walked out from the kitchen with a polite smile and asked, "Besides steamed buns, we also have dumplings. What would you like to eat, sir?"
Yu Daohan found a seat in a corner and then looked at the waitress, saying, "A basket of Huítóu Bāo."
He was stunned when he saw the waitress's face.
There was no Qi on her face; she was an ordinary person!
The Qi on the faces of cultivators could not be concealed by any spells or techniques.
When people in this line of work met, they could tell each other's depth by looking at the Qi on their faces.
For example, a fortune teller of the same level could see through Su Lai's face, observe his physiognomy, and predict what Su Lai would do next, and what misfortunes or blessings he would encounter in the coming month.
But they could not see through Yu Daohan's face, and might even be harmed by the dense Qi.
However, the absence of Qi on her face indicated she was an ordinary person.
"Huítóu Bāo?"
The waitress looked confused, looking at Yu Daohan as if he were an idiot.
Seeing his expression, Yu Daohan felt a little embarrassed.
What was going on? Why did he have such an ignorant expression?
Could this really be a coincidence?
But just in case, Yu Daohan also said, "A basket of..."
Before he could finish, a plump man walked over from behind and said, "You go busy in the kitchen first. I'll handle this."
"Okay, boss."
The waitress nodded and turned to walk back to the kitchen.
Yu Daohan looked at the plump uncle in front of him.
It was summer, and even at night, one didn't need to wear such a large red padded jacket.
But there wasn't a trace of Qi on his face; he was just an ordinary person.
Let alone an ordinary person, he wasn't even a martial artist.
His every move lacked the aura of someone who had practiced martial arts.
This was too ordinary.
Could it really be a coincidence?
No!
Yu Daohan carefully observed the plump uncle in front of him. Although he was an ordinary person, he exuded an invisible pressure.
He felt an instinctive fear and dread.
It was rare in this world for something to make him feel this afraid.
The plump uncle in front of him was definitely extraordinary.
Who on earth was this person?
Seeing Yu Daohan staring at him, the plump uncle smiled and said, "What, is there something on my face?"
Yu Daohan shook his head, instinctively becoming vigilant, and cupped his hands in a salute, asking, "May I ask who you are, sir?"
Seeing Yu Daohan's question, the plump uncle's eyes narrowed slightly.
But with just a glance, Yu Daohan immediately felt fear, and his hand instinctively moved towards the Kang Long Jian at his waist.
What was this look? Why did it make him so afraid?
As their eyes met, Yu Daohan instinctively dodged.
At this tense moment, a young couple walked in from outside.
The man looked towards Yu Daohan and asked, "Do you have steamed buns? We'll have two baskets of steamed buns."
The plump uncle looked back and smiled, "I'm sorry, we're out."
Yu Daohan took this opportunity to examine the plump uncle's eyes.
At this moment, Yu Daohan was already filled with fear of the plump uncle, whose appearance was no different from an ordinary person.
Even though these eyes were no different from those of an ordinary person, why did he feel fear?
The young couple outside heard this and turned to leave.
The plump uncle turned back to Yu Daohan and smiled, "Are you very nervous?"
Yu Daohan did not respond with Qi, but his silence indicated assent.
Seeing this, the plump uncle took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and asked with a kind smile, "Would you like one?"
Yu Daohan's body instinctively nodded, and he reached out to take the cigarette offered by the plump uncle.
They both lit their cigarettes and began to puff away.
Yu Daohan carefully observed the plump uncle's every move.
But he didn't know that the ceiling above their heads was already filled with smoke.
To be precise, it was suspended above the plump uncle's head.
Seeing that the atmosphere had eased a bit, the plump uncle finally asked, "May I ask if sir is going to save someone?"
Yu Daohan nodded, "You're right, boss. I am indeed going to save someone."
Since the other party asked, he must know.
Asking this was just a test.
This person was definitely not ordinary.
Yu Daohan asked again, "May I ask your esteemed name, sir?"
"My name?"
The plump uncle fell silent, thought for a moment, and then said, "It's been a long time since anyone asked for my name. Names are not important to me. My surname is Yan, and I am older than you. You can call me Uncle Yan, or Old Yan."
Upon hearing this, Yu Daohan frowned.
Surname Yan?
Were there any masters with the surname Yan in the martial world?
Why had he never heard of them?