With a loud "smack," Henry Parker was struck so hard that he felt dizzy and disoriented. Just as he managed to stand upright, another force, razor-sharp and accompanied by a strange howling sound, came hurtling through the air toward his chest. There was no time to dodge; Henry Parker had no choice but to shield his chest with his wings and take the blow head-on. With a ripping sound, that bizarre force sliced a gash over an inch deep and four inches long into Henry Parker's wings, which were as hard as steel. Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the pain made Henry Parker howl uncontrollably.

But before Henry Parker could recover from the pain, a wave of bone-chilling cold swept over him. Completely defenseless, Henry Parker was struck by the cold. Crack! Crack! A series of sharp sounds followed as the blood that had just spurted from his wings instantly froze into solid ice, dropping to the ground with a series of sharp clatters. Fortunately, as a member of the blood clan, Henry Parker often absorbed the extremely yin Taihua energy from moonlight, giving him strong resistance to cold. Moreover, his blood contained the sacred blood of Jiuli. If an ordinary person had been hit by that cold, they would have instantly turned into a frozen zombie, shattering into pieces with a single blow.

Just as Henry Parker was shivering from the cold, he suddenly saw a huge fireball floating beside him, scaring him out of his wits. He shouted loudly, "Master! No! I can't hold on any longer!" As soon as he finished speaking, the fireball vanished, replaced by a gentle green aura that quickly merged into his body. A force like the revival of all living things surged through him, making Henry Parker moan in comfort. To his amazement, he found his wound slowly healing, even faster than when he absorbed moonlight.

Looking at James Clark, who wore a gentle smile and had the air of a reclusive master, Henry Parker, still shaken, cried out, "What kind of technique is this? I can't figure it out at all! This kind of power is completely unstoppable for me. Our blood clan's wings are the hardest—I'm about to evolve into a count! I dare say, even bullets can't pierce them. How can a little talisman paper have such power?"

"That's right. Didn't you see me draw five talismans just now? They were fire, water, earth, metal, and wood talismans. Each can draw upon the power of the five elements within a ten-mile radius. I used them to set up a small five-element inversion formation. You must have felt it while you were inside! And you say it's useless?"

"It's useful, very useful, extremely useful!" Henry Parker had experienced it firsthand and had no more doubts. "Master, teach me quickly! If I use this on that old ghost Kulak, even if he doesn't die, he'll be skinned alive!"

"However, this formation isn't without its weaknesses," James Clark paused, then continued, "When I was setting up the formation just now, if you had attacked me quickly with your speed, I might have been flustered and not had time to set it up.

That's a common flaw of formations. The best way to deal with them is to prevent them from being set up in the first place. Once the formation is complete, it's no longer a fight between people, but a fight between man and heaven. Unless your power is several times greater than the person setting up the formation, or you have a magical treasure to break it, or you know the formation's weak point, otherwise, you're as good as dead.

Also, using cinnabar and yellow paper as talismans doesn't store true energy very well. At most, it can last three hours; after that, the spiritual energy dissipates and it's useless. Only if you use natural treasures like cold jade, warm jade, or amethyst, which can absorb spiritual energy, can it be used permanently." After finishing, James Clark sighed.

"I see! I get it now. Heh, even cultivation requires money. Looks like money is still the most important thing," Henry Parker sighed. "When I was in England, I had no money, no influence. Unlike that damned Locke family, filthy rich, keeping a huge group of blood slaves. They could drink virgin blood whenever they wanted. But me, I had to buy blood from hospitals, secretly suck a few vagrants' blood, and still worry about being discovered by the church. By the way, Master, why don't we go make a big fortune?"

"How do you plan to make money?" James Clark asked.

"The fastest way is to rob a bank. You can get tens of millions in one go, and after a dozen times, you'll have hundreds of millions."

Hearing Henry Parker's words, James Clark, who had just picked up his cup to take a sip of tea, nearly choked to death.

"You! You!" James Clark's hand trembled wildly as if he were having a fit, pointing at Henry Parker, "Why don't you just drop dead? If that method worked, I would have done it long ago—do I need you to tell me? Do you think having some skills means you can do whatever you want? Decades ago, the country already set up a secret organization—what it's called, I don't know. I just know it's specifically to stop people from using Daoist arts or supernatural powers to commit crimes. Who knows how many experts they've gathered? The major sects—Maoshan, Kunlun, Tianshi, Shushan—all sent their top disciples.

Robbing so brazenly, you must not know the meaning of the word 'death.' Heh! You, a vampire, better not let them find you, or I don't know what will happen, but it'll be miserable. Didn't you have to buy blood in England and didn't dare drink directly from people? Every country has similar organizations, otherwise things would have fallen into chaos long ago. Don't tell me England doesn't!" James Clark took the opportunity to threaten Henry Parker a bit.