172: Chapter 172 Fairy Lin Became a Talisman Master?

"But things are different now."

"You are not just a female cultivator with nothing but beauty; you have become a First-Grade Low Grade Talisman Master."

"So what if you have an Inferior Spiritual Root? Among the many arts of the Cultivation World, Talisman Dao places the greatest emphasis on Comprehension Ability and Divine Sense. A Loose Cultivator under twenty years old with no background, who can draw high-quality Fireball Talisman by exploring on her own—what does this mean? It means that with just a little cultivation, even if your Spiritual Root is inferior, as long as your cultivation is pushed to the Late Stage of Qi Refining, you have a very high chance of becoming a First-Grade High Grade or even First-Grade Top-Grade Talisman Master in the future!"

"In any Cultivation Family, a First-Grade Top-Grade Talisman Master is a strategic resource."

Before long, the seventy-four Fireball Talisman at your stall were snatched up.

The several Zhao Family disciples and Guest Elder setting up stalls nearby were dumbfounded. They had sat in the cold wind for half the day, their throats hoarse from shouting, and hadn't even sold a single Spiritual Plant. You, a stunning beauty, sat on the ground, and before your seat was even warm, everything was sold out?

"Fairy Lin, the power of this Fireball Talisman is astonishing. I am Zhao Zhanyuan, a deacon of the Internal Affairs Hall. I wonder if you are free at noon? The Drunken Immortal Tower has just received a batch of First-Grade Top-Grade Spirit Food. I would like to invite you to do me the honor." The brocade-robed male cultivator from before immediately put on a gentle and refined smile, stepping forward to block your path.

"Zhao Zhanyuan, can your meager salary afford First-Grade Top-Grade Spirit Food? Stop puffing up your cheeks to look fat!" Another burly Zhao Family disciple squeezed over, looking at you with a face full of smiles. "Fairy Lin, the scenery at Qingyang Lake is perfect today. I just rented a Spirit Boat. Why don't we go boating on the lake to discuss the Dao and exchange insights on Talisman techniques?"

"Go away, go away. What does a Body Cultivator like you know about Talisman techniques? Fairy Lin, my grandfather is an Elder of the Library Pavilion. If you have time..."

You looked at the group of Zhao Family disciples before you, who were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, their eyes filled with undisguised fervor. You couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.

You knew exactly what they were thinking. They didn't pursue you before because they felt you had no investment value. Now they are pursuing you because they want to marry you and take your Talisman-making skills home, treating you like a free money-printing machine.

With a cold expression, you collected all the Spirit Stone from the tablecloth into your Storage Pouch, stood up, and smiled faintly. "Thank you all for your kindness, Fellow Daoists, but I have recently reached a Bottleneck in my Cultivate and need to go into seclusion for a Breakthrough. I have no time for anything else. Let's do it another day."

Although they were disappointed, they couldn't force you.

After your figure disappeared into the crowd, the smiles on their faces instantly vanished.

Zhao Zhanyuan coldly glanced at the burly male cultivator beside him. "Zhao Hu, did you undermine me just now?"

Zhao Hu glared back without backing down. "What? Is this Fairy Lin private property of your Internal Affairs Hall? It's just a matter of who has the ability."

"A good 'matter of who has the ability'." The folding-fan-wielding youth beside them, who claimed his grandfather was an Elder, sneered. "We were all brothers before, but from today on, you had all better weigh your own foundations. As for this Fairy Lin, I have taken a fancy to her."

The few walked away, each with their own thoughts. Their backs still looked like good brothers walking side by side, but the distance between their steps had quietly widened by half a foot.

Naturally, you didn't know about the Shura field you had triggered after leaving.

Walking in the market, touching the heavy Spirit Stone in your Storage Pouch, a flash of joy crossed your eyes. Seventy-four Fireball Talisman sold for thirty-seven Low-Grade Spirit Stone. Although this wasn't as much as you earned in a month selling Talismans at Qingyue Market in your past life, this was your first pot of gold earned through your own genuine craftsmanship.

Added to the Yao Beast Materials you received from training in the Ten Thousand Mountains with Shen Qingluan, you had sold them in batches a few days ago for over sixty Spirit Stone. Combined with what you had left, you now had over one hundred and ten Low-Grade Spirit Stone.

"I can buy a better Talisman Brush now." You calculated.

The defective Talisman Brush in your hand was already crumbling; the spirit patterns on the tip were worn almost transparent. If you drew another dozen or so, it would probably be completely ruined. Without a handy Talisman Brush, your path in Talisman Dao would be a castle in the air.

You walked deeper along the market stalls, picking up some cheap and practical Talisman Materials, blank Talisman paper, and cinnabar spirit ink. The prices here were ten percent cheaper than exchanging at the Internal Affairs Hall.

As you bought them, you grumbled in your heart: "The scalpers in the Cultivation World are truly dark-hearted. Those managers in the Internal Affairs Hall must have taken kickbacks."

Just as you were searching for a Talisman Brush, your gaze swept across a remote stall, and your footsteps suddenly stopped.

A familiar figure sat cross-legged there.

Wearing a simple black robe, with a handsome face and a cold expression, an aura of "strangers keep away" emanated from him.

The Zhao Family Young Patriarch, Young Patriarch Zhao Zhanyuan.

You were somewhat surprised. A dignified Young Patriarch, the future helmsman of the Zhao Family, actually came to the market to set up a stall and sell things himself?

You glanced at his stall. There were over a dozen Talisman emitting spiritual light, all of them First-Grade High Grade and Top-Grade goods.

Your gaze was instantly attracted by two Talisman Brushes in the corner of the stall.

You walked over quickly and squatted down.

Young Patriarch Zhao Zhanyuan had just seen off a middle-aged Zhao Family male cultivator who had purchased high-level Talisman, when the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a water-blue silhouette approaching.

As you squatted down, an extremely faint fragrance, like an orchid in an empty valley after the rain, drifted into his nostrils.

Young Patriarch Zhao Zhanyuan lifted his eyelids and saw your face clearly.

The late autumn sunlight fell obliquely on you, illuminating your cold, frost-like face until it was almost transparent.

He recognized you.

But there was no change in expression on his paralyzed face; he just looked at you quietly.

Your attention was entirely on the Talisman Brush. You picked up one that was dark red all over, with golden glints at the tip. It felt warm and smooth to the touch. When you injected a little spiritual power, the spirit patterns on the tip lit up with a faint light; the conductivity was excellent.

"First-Grade Medium Grade, Red Flame Wolf-Hair Brush." You saw the grade of this item at a glance.

The spirit patterns on the brush handle were very complete, without any trace of wear. Either the original owner was highly skilled in Talisman-making and had a very steady hand, or it simply hadn't been used many times.

You raised your head and looked at Young Patriarch Zhao Zhanyuan. The sunlight spilled down from behind him, making his well-defined face look calm and cold in the light and shadow. A pair of dark eyes looked at you calmly, showing no other superfluous emotions.

You grasped the Talisman Brush, your clear eyes filled with a trace of expectation. "Young Patriarch, how many Spirit Stone for this Talisman Brush?"

Young Patriarch Zhao Zhanyuan watched you skillfully test the spirituality of the Talisman Brush, a trace of extremely faint surprise flashing in the depths of his deep eyes.

Why is she buying a Talisman Brush? Does she want to learn Talisman Dao? Or is it that... she is already a Talisman Master?

A Loose Cultivator with an Inferior Spiritual Root, able to become a Talisman Master in her early twenties?

He was silent for a moment, his voice low and cold, without the slightest fluctuation. "This is an old brush I used before. If you want it, one hundred and twenty Low-Grade Spirit Stone."