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Under the flow of spiritual power, the brush shaft emitted a faint red glow.

And the tip of the brush radiated a purple luster.

Immediately, Lu Changsheng, with a serious face and in total concentration, began to draw a Second Rank Talisman.

The drawing process was very slow.

The lines of the talisman appeared smooth and flowing, but each step seemed somewhat strenuous.

It made sweat beads appear on Lu Changsheng’s forehead.

Time passed, bit by bit.

Finally, Lu Changsheng completed the last stroke of the talisman line.

In an instant, all the lines of the talisman paper connected end to end, with purple currents surging through them, and flames spread from the edges of the paper, exuding a terrifying spiritual pressure.

However, after a moment, the spiritual pressure dispersed, and the talisman lines solidified.

A Second Rank Lower Grade Talisman, the Thunder Fire Talisman, was completed!

“A success on the first attempt, not bad at all.”

Lu Changsheng looked at the Thunder Fire Talisman with a satisfied expression and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Though drawing a Second Rank Talisman did not drain him completely, it was still a significant expenditure.

His mental spirit and spiritual power were both greatly depleted, leaving him feeling exhausted.

“A Second Rank Lower Grade Talisman, its power compares to a strike at the Foundation Establishment initial stage.”

“However, with my current strength, I can’t activate too many of this caliber at once.”

“I must be careful in guiding and controlling them; otherwise, a slight mishap could cause injury to myself.”

Lu Changsheng held the Thunder Fire Talisman in his hands, his face showing joy.

A Second Rank Lower Grade Talisman corresponds to a strike at the initial stage of Foundation Establishment.

If used properly, it could even threaten cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

However, the higher the grade of the talisman, the greater the demands on one’s mental spirit and control over spiritual power.

This is why Lu Changsheng can use dozens of First Grade Lower and Middle Grade Talismans at once.

But for Superior Grade Talismans, even now, he can only use five or six at a time.

As for Supreme Talismans, at most two or three.

Economizing is one aspect.

The main reason is that the higher the grade of talisman, the more demanding its use.

Defensive and auxiliary talismans are still manageable.

As for Attack Talismans, if too many are activated at once without proper guidance and control, the power of the talismans might leak and even harm the user.

This is considered a disadvantage of talismans.

Otherwise, the Cultivation World would be dominated by Talisman Masters.

Encountering people during confrontations, they would just throw out dozens or hundreds of talismans, who could withstand that?

Or if an Energy Refinement initial or middle stage cultivator had a bunch of Second or Third Rank Talismans, who could withstand that?

Now, even in the Energy Refinement Late Stage, Lu Changsheng couldn’t control the use of a Third Rank Talisman.

A slip-up, and the explosive leak of talisman power could injure him.

This is also one of the reasons why Talisman Treasures are so valuable.

While they are potent, even an Energy Refinement initial stage cultivator could use them, unleashing part of their power without harming themselves.

Lu Changsheng put away the Thunder Fire Talisman and went to the rest area to meditate and rest.

After restoring about seventy to eighty percent of his spiritual power, he got up and went out, preparing to head to the White Jade Tower.

A quarter of an hour later.

Lu Changsheng arrived at the White Jade Tower.

The maid in red informed him that Feng Jiuniang was currently occupied.

He was ushered into a private room where tea was prepared, and he was asked to wait for a little while.

Before long, the crisp sound of high heels came, accompanied by a knock at the door.

“Come in.”

Lu Changsheng said.

The door opened, and a strikingly beautiful woman in a black gossamer dress walked in.

“Young Master Lu, I apologize for making you wait.”

Feng Jiuniang smiled coquettishly and curtsied to Lu Changsheng.

Her demeanor was elegant and dignified, but the glimpses of her black silk-clad legs under the dress were seductively enchanting.

“Manager Feng, I received a message that the two maids I reserved have arrived.”

Lu Changsheng said to the ravishing woman before him with a smile.

“Please wait a moment, Young Master Lu, I have already instructed someone to bring them.”

Feng Jiuniang said in a gentle voice.

Then she walked to the table, daintily arched her slender white fingers, slightly bending over to pour tea for Lu Changsheng from the teapot.

Afterwards, she turned her voluptuous hips and sat down gracefully in the chair beside him, her legs naturally crossing, revealing a black high-heeled shoe with a golden phoenix bird pattern underneath the gossamer dress.

Lu Changsheng couldn’t help but inwardly sigh; this steward of the White Jade Tower was innately seductive, and every gesture seemed like a tease.

Even a seasoned man like him found her tempting, let alone others.

Unfortunately, one could look but not touch.

A moment later.

A woman in a red dress arrived with two beautiful maids.

One was in her mid-twenties.

Barefaced, her countenance was slightly austere, her long, sharp brows like pointed swords, and her eyes held a trace of coldness instead of dull resignation.

Clad in tight-fitting red attire, she stood tall and straight, her long black hair tied into a ponytail at her back, exuding the temperament of a swordswoman.

Her tall and straight stature revealed she possessed martial prowess.

Perhaps she was indeed a female knight.

The other maid appeared to be about sixteen.

With jet-black hair reaching her waist and dressed in a flowing white fringe dress.

Her features were lovely, her skin was fair, and her figure was well-developed.

Looking down from her perspective, she obviously couldn’t see the delicate embroidered shoes beneath her dress.

As she entered the room, a hint of grievance flickered in her eyes, evoking a sense of pity.

“Young Master Lu, these are the maids you purchased, Jiang Louyue and Yu Yao.”

Feng Jiuniang introduced them to Lu Changsheng in a flirtatious voice, then turned to the two women and said, “Go and greet Young Master Lu.”

Her tone contained an undeniable authority.

“Greetings, Young Master Lu.”