Early the next morning, the monks who went out to sea to collect spiritual beads gathered in the center of the camp.
Everyone had different expressions on their faces. Some sat cross-legged and said nothing; some opened their locked bags and checked over and over again whether the equipment was complete.
Others were talking in low voices, discussing how to escape intact...
"Four at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and twelve at the eighth level of Qi Refining. Such a lineup is already quite strong, but everyone seems a little anxious."
Zhao Lin fiddled with the silver dagger in his hand and thought to himself.
At 3 o'clock in the morning, Gan Xingquan walked into the camp in a hurry, with two guards behind him, each holding a tray in his hands.
"Is everyone here?"
"Done."
Everyone stood up one after another, packed their belongings and prepared to set off.
"You're not busy, please sit down first."
Gan Xingquan reached down, lifted up his clothes, and found a place to sit down.
Then he said to the two guards: "Give them the talisman."
Two guards walked into the crowd and handed each person a talisman.
Zhao Lin took the talisman and found that it was a warning talisman. He felt slightly strange. Can he still call for help when he is in danger?
The others also looked puzzled. They entered the sea to collect spirit beads and left everything to fate. The sect was not allowed to interfere. What was the purpose of issuing a warning sign?
Gan Xing did not explain at all, but stretched out his palm and said solemnly: "I will teach you a handprint. If you meet other people at the bottom of the sea, whether they are friends or foes, make this handprint immediately."
"If the other party replies with the same fingerprint, it means he is one of us, otherwise it means he is a monk from the Earthly Dark Sect."
As he spoke, he hooked his little finger with his ring finger, then pressed his ring finger with his thumb, and stretched his index finger and middle finger upward.
"This seal is called the Tianji Seal. You all remember this mana fluctuation."
Gan Xing clasped his palms together, and everyone immediately felt a special wave of mana.
Mudra is the initial spell, similar to pinching spells, but much simpler. It is useless by itself and can only emit a wave of mana.
The seabed was deep and dark, with insufficient light, so his eyes could not reach far, and his spiritual sense could not identify the identity of the monk opposite.
In this case, fingerprints are equivalent to semaphores and secret codes, allowing monks to quickly distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
Zhao Lin nodded lightly, thinking that this would be the best. If there were no fingerprints, the bottom of the sea would be like a dark forest. If he found an unidentified monk, he would have to take action first.
"Senior Gan, if you meet a Di An Sect monk and make this hand seal, wouldn't you also expose your identity?"
asked a seventh-level Qi refining monk named Ran Pengfei.
"There's no way around it. There's no surefire solution to this kind of thing. Using fingerprints can at least avoid accidentally hurting your own people."
Gan Xingquan spread his hands and explained, "In order to prevent people from the Di An Sect from knowing the hand seals we use, new hand seals will be used every time we go to sea."
The mudra is not difficult to master, and everyone learned it in a short time.
Gan Xingquan asked everyone to do it again, and after confirming that there were no problems, he carefully explained to everyone the tips for collecting spirit beads and how to deal with various dangers.
"I've finished speaking. Do you have any questions?"
Zhao Lin looked at the warning talisman in his hand, and suddenly thought of a question, and asked: "Senior Gan, we are looking for spiritual beads in the sea. The Di An Sect won't send foundation-building monks in, right?"
Facing a monk of the same level, Zhao Lin had some confidence. If he couldn't defeat him, he could at least use the advanced water-bending technique to escape. But if he encountered a foundation-building monk, he might not even be able to call for help.
"impossible!"
Gan Xingquan immediately shook his head, "The two sects have made a formal agreement that foundation-building monks must not be sent into this sea area."
"If they dare to violate the agreement, we will have reason to go to war."
After saying that, he smiled coldly and said, "To be honest, we would really like the Di An Sect to do this. Unfortunately, they don't dare."
"The warning talisman I gave you is for this purpose. As soon as you find that the other party violates the agreement, crush it immediately."
"The talisman has been specially processed so that it can sound the alarm normally even under water."
Gan Xing didn't see anyone asking questions, so he took out a jade slip, handed it to everyone to circulate, and made some explanations at the same time.
"The place rich in spirit beads is called Yongdeng Ansha. This is a sea map around the place. This map is a secret. Please note it down carefully and do not copy it into the jade slips you carry with you."
The map clearly marked the underwater terrain of the sea and the places rich in spiritual beads. With this map, searching for the spirit beads will be much easier.
In addition, there are also details of the layout of each hidden pile on the seabed.
The so-called hidden piles on the seabed are mechanisms similar to hidden arrows and traps. They are just attack spells arranged by small magic circles.
The reason why there is no magic circle is because if you do this, it will be equivalent to isolating the clams and other monsters from outside, and there will be no way for the spirit beads to be generated.
Zhao Lin browsed it quickly and memorized the contents of the map.
"Senior Gan, why is this map incomplete?"
There were many blank spaces in the map, and some monks couldn't help but ask.
"Yongdeng Ansha is right on the central axis of the boundary between the two sects. No one is allowed to cross the boundary."
Gan Xingquan said slowly, "You can only go to the opponent's territory during the monthly collection of spirit beads. The terrain on the map was drawn by our monks who went deep into the opponent's territory and risked their lives."
He paused for a moment and looked at everyone, "If any of you can draw the terrain in the blank space, you will also be rewarded for your good deeds!"
Zhao Lin's heart moved. Because of his limited spiritual consciousness, even high-level monks could not quickly describe the entire seabed.
There is no such restriction on your own ultrasonic waves. You may be able to draw a part of the map while collecting spirit beads.
After Gan Xingquan finished explaining, he stood up and led everyone out of the camp, out of the mountain protection formation, and came to the dock on the south side of the island.
There were four small ships docked at the pier, one was empty, and there were six guarding monks standing on each of the other three ships.
At this time, the sea was covered with dark clouds. The sky was clear and clear for the past few days. There was an imminent threat of mountain rain, which also cast a shadow on everyone's hearts.
"Everyone's mission during this trip is still to collect spiritual beads."
Gan Xingquan boarded the bow of the ship and said loudly, "Please unite and avoid killing each other for the spirit beads. Once discovered, we will be severely punished!"
Then he glanced at the sea and continued: "You know the other mission without telling me, which is to kill the Dark Sect monks."
"There is no need to force this matter. Everyone should do according to their ability. If you meet people from the Di An Sect, fight if you can. If you can't fight, just evade in time."
"I just want to tell you that if you find that a monk of our sect is injured and trapped, try to rescue him while ensuring your own safety."
Everyone looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
"If you kill an underground monk, how will you record it?"
asked a female cultivator named Liu Lian.
"The head is inconvenient to carry, and the smell of blood can easily lead to danger. Just tear off the part of the clothes that bears the sect's emblem."
Gan Xingquan smiled and held out five fingers, "So far, the most number of Dark Sect monks killed in the mission is five."
"If any of you can break this record, on behalf of the monks stationed on the island, I promise you that we will give you additional rewards."
After saying that, he waved his hand and said, "Sail the boat and let's go!"
After hearing this, the guarding monks controlled the sea boat and sailed toward the southeast of Chiwei Island. (End of chapter)
