11: Chapter 11 007 Tool

Courtyard 281

After Ye Yisong came out from Master He's place, in order to gradually fade from everyone's sight, he didn't go anywhere and went straight back to his own courtyard.

At the very least, before he had a certain degree of self-preservation ability, it was better not to be so conspicuous; fame brought trouble. Who knew if some turncoat couldn't stand to see him grow and would turn around and sell his information to the Family's hostile forces? He certainly didn't want to die before achieving his ambition.

Although Ye Yisong had been in this world for ten years, because the Family rules were strict, he had basically never left the Family's sphere of influence, usually just wandering around the prefecture city. Now that he finally had a certain degree of autonomy, he had to keep a low profile!

Wait until his strength was monstrous... hehe, when he could suppress the entire prefecture, then he could go out and roam freely; staying alive was nothing to be ashamed of.

Ye Yisong shook his head, casting aside these distracting thoughts. It was still too early to think about these things; he was in the Family, so his safety was well guaranteed.

He adjusted his breathing, pushed his Cultivation Technique to circulate for one cycle within his body, took out his Talisman Making tools and fifteen withered vines from his Storage Pouch, recalled the Talisman plate for the Great Fireball Talisman in his mind, and waved his small hand, slowly carving out the lines.

"Since I cannot be too high-profile, I cannot take out all the finished Talismans to sell. I have a one hundred percent success rate; if someone with ulterior motives finds out, even the Family won't be able to protect me," Ye Yisong thought to himself.

"I will hand over a portion to the Family in exchange for contribution points, then sell another portion. When selling, I shouldn't sell too many to the same shop. I'll sell some Low Grade ones intermittently, and keep a portion for myself as a trump card; that way, it will be safer when I'm out and about."

"I am becoming more and more proficient with the Great Fireball Talisman. After I finish making these few withered vines, I'll try the Black Tortoise Shield Talisman and see if there are any different changes when making defensive Talismans, 798."

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For the past two days, Ye Yisong had been staying in his courtyard and hadn't even gone to the cafeteria. When hungry, he ate a Bigu Pill; when thirsty, he drank a little Spirit Spring water; when tired, he slept; and when he woke up, he continued making Talismans...

It was an endless cycle; he could basically be called a tool person for making Talismans. Looking at Ye Yisong's appearance, he was disheveled and unkempt; those who didn't know better might think Ye Yisong had been sold to a black coal mine.

But the results were gratifying. With the help of 798, Ye Yisong had successfully turned all fifteen withered vines into Second-Tier Great Fireball Talismans: nine Low Grade, five Medium Grade, and he unexpectedly got one High Grade.

There was a small hiccup when making the Black Tortoise Shield Talisman. The first Second-Tier Black Tortoise Shield Talisman failed; it failed while carving the Talisman plate. 798 did not provide guidance for the first time he made a Black Tortoise Shield Talisman.

According to Ye Yisong's mindset from his past life regarding using navigation, regardless of whether it was the first time, the navigation should provide guidance; it was impossible that it wouldn't provide navigation just because it was his first time going to a place.

This was also the point that Ye Yisong couldn't figure out. It wasn't a matter of a single Black Tortoise shell, but rather that Ye Yisong had wasted one hundred Spirit Stones because of it. 798 was not economical at all; why couldn't it provide guidance the first time?

Ye Yisong also made ten Black Tortoise Shield Talismans, seven of which were Second-Tier Low Grade, and two were Medium Grade.

Mixed in among them was also one First-Tier High Grade Black Tortoise Shield Talisman. Although the first Black Tortoise shell hadn't become a Second-Tier Talisman, based on the principle of not wasting it, Ye Yisong still spent some time making it into a First-Tier Talisman.

Ye Yisong rubbed his somewhat dizzy head; he had really overused his brain these past few days, and his head ached severely.

He put the newly made Talismans on the table into his Storage Pouch, went to the bathroom inside, took a bath, changed into a set of dry clothes, and then Ye Yisong left his courtyard.

Arriving at the cafeteria, he saw the clansmen queuing up to receive the Ten-Complete Blood-Replenishing Soup. Ye Yisong instinctively wanted to go queue up, but after taking two steps, he couldn't help but laugh; he could no longer go to receive it, as the Family rules stipulated that those whose cultivation exceeded Martial Apprentice no longer enjoyed this treatment.

While not being under control, the treatment was naturally canceled as well; it was reasonable and fair.

It seemed he would have to work harder at Talisman Making in the future. From the small, one could see the big; the Family couldn't support him for his whole life. Although his monthly stipend had increased, his corresponding expenses had also grown.

Ye Yisong saw the three brothers sitting together, but he didn't go over to say hello, to avoid them making a fuss. He casually grabbed a few steamed buns and walked towards Lingmu Peak.

...

Lingmu Peak

Ye Yisong still knocked on the open door first and only walked inside after receiving a response.

"What is it? I gave you a few days off, and instead of resting properly, why did you run here? I don't have anything to give you anymore!" Ye Jiexin said, looking at Ye Yisong with a wary expression.

"Old man, what do you take me for? I'm not a weasel; is it necessary to guard against me like this?" Ye Yisong said helplessly, looking at the situation.

"I don't know who was shameless enough to even steal an old man's stool," Ye Jiexin teased.

Ye Yisong's face flushed slightly. When he was young and ignorant, he saw the stool made of red maple wood here at Ye Jiexin's place, which was shiny and glistening, and thought it was some kind of treasure. Taking advantage of when Ye Jiexin was out, he secretly took one home and kept it as a treasure for several months.

It wasn't until Ye Jiesheng discovered it that he realized his vision was too shallow, treating a dime-a-dozen item as a treasure.

That year, the gifts the elders gave him were all made of red maple wood, which almost made him sick to his stomach. There was no need to think; it must have been the work of that petty Ye Jiexin, causing him to be laughed at by the whole Family.

He didn't know what had triggered this nerve of his, but he brought up this incident to tease him again.

Ignoring the old man still laughing out loud, Ye Yisong took out the Talismans he had made over the past few days—ten Second-Tier Great Fireball Talismans and five Black Tortoise Shield Talismans—and handed them to Ye Jiexin for inspection.

"Eh? There are actually three Medium Grade Great Fireball Talismans. Kid, your luck is pretty good, isn't it?" Ye Jiexin said in surprise.

"What luck? This is skill, alright," Ye Yisong said with dissatisfaction.

"Ouch." Ye Yisong clutched his head in pain; he had just received another flick to the forehead.

"You brat are simply wasting heavenly treasures. There are several Top Grade Talisman plates in here, and you only made Low Grade and Medium Grade Talismans; there isn't even one High Grade one," Ye Jiexin said angrily.

"Top Grade Talisman plates?" Ye Yisong asked, puzzled. He had only heard of Top Grade Talismans; this was the first time he had heard of the term Top Grade Talisman plates.

"The Talisman plate is flawless; if it's not a Top Grade Talisman plate, then what is it?" Ye Jiexin looked at Ye Yisong with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot, then continued: "Kid, do you still remember what I told you about Top Grade Talismans?"

"I remember."

"To create a Top Grade Talisman, you need to achieve three perfections—that is, the three processes of Talisman plate, Qi infusion, and sealing must all be flawless—only then is it possible for a Top Grade Talisman to be born," Ye Jiexin explained patiently.

Looking at Ye Yisong, Ye Jiexin felt secretly puzzled in his heart: What is going on with this kid? How come so many of the Talisman plates he made are Top Grade?

Ye Yisong also noticed Ye Jiexin's gaze and couldn't help but shrink his head, thinking Ye Jiexin was going to hit him again.

"Kid, let me see your Storage Pouch." After saying this, Ye Jiexin forcefully snatched away Ye Yisong's Storage Pouch and began to examine it.

Ye Yisong inwardly exclaimed that it was fortunate he was smart; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to explain the one hundred percent success rate.

Before coming to Lingmu Peak, Ye Yisong had divided the Talismans into two portions: one he carried with him for Ye Jiexin to inspect, and the other he hid in a self-made secret room in the courtyard, just worrying about the current unexpected situation.

Ye Jiexin briefly checked Ye Yisong's Storage Pouch and then threw it back to him; it seemed he had overthought it.

Then, seeming to remember something, he scolded sternly: "You spendthrift! You only made ten Great Fireball Talismans from fifty withered vines, and it's even worse for the Black Tortoise shells—you only made five Black Tortoise Shield Talismans from thirty, and there's even a First-Tier one! How do you still have the nerve to come see me, huh!"

Ye Yisong knew that Ye Jiexin was just using the issue as an excuse, because of his earlier bad behavior of protecting his Storage Pouch.

"Old man, stop making false accusations. I've already inquired clearly: an average Second-Tier Talisman Master only has a thirty percent success rate in Talisman Making. My first time making Talismans is infinitely close to twenty percent; how is that being a spendthrift?" Ye Yisong complained about Ye Jiexin's retaliation.

"Is my Disciple an average Talisman Master?" Ye Jiexin said shamelessly.

"I don't know about that, but there was a certain Talisman Master who, when he just became a Second-Tier Talisman Master, didn't even have a ten percent success rate in Talisman Making," Ye Yisong said, sitting on a stool, drinking tea, and looking at someone.

Sensing a Killing Intent staring at him, Ye Yisong quickly put down his teacup and said ingratiatingly: "Master, let these Talismans be a welcoming gift from your Disciple! You must accept them, old man. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Yisong ran away in a flash. Running to the door, he tripped over a bag; regardless of what it was, he picked it up and kept running.

"Brat, you're lucky you ran fast, humph! It's time to make Old Five pay back the money; he has owed it for exactly 73 days, 11 hours, and 6 minutes."