e eighth level. Even if you can defeat an ordinary cultivator at the eighth level, you may not be his opponent."Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!"I know!"Lu Ye sprang...Before, I had a fierce battle with Uncle Dong that night. It made me realize my weakness. Facing the crushing power of a high-level cultivator, it's hard for a low-level cultivator to survive.

Perhaps if he had a defensive artifact back then, his situation wouldn't have been so dire. Defensive spirit runes are good and all, but they consume too much spiritual energy.

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This little bell artifact is undoubtedly a good defensive one, so Lu Ye wanted to possess it. However, after obtaining the bell, he tried to activate its power. Unfortunately, this thing is very difficult to accept external spiritual energy. When Lu Ye tried to pour his spiritual energy into it, it was clearly rejected by some kind of force.

It feels like opening a storage bag that doesn't belong to you.

Since Lu Ye was a smart one, he surmised that this thing might also have a locking mechanism of some kind.

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He dared not continue his reckless attempts, for during his time on Qingyun Mountain, he had once tried to open a storage bag, only to trigger its prohibition. The bag was destroyed instantly and thoroughly.

It's not a pity that the storage pouch of a low-level cultivator is destroyed, but if this small bell artifact were to be destroyed, it would be a great loss.

The old cultivator glanced at Lu Ye with a strange expression, reached out to take the small bell spirit artifact, examined it briefly, and then returned it.

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