Chapter 5 Unexpected News
Perception points can be used to improve the perception of talismans.
Divine perception points can be used to improve the spiritual root scale.
That night, Shen Lian rarely imagined the future.
Yes, he had insomnia.
Nothing else, just felt that he had hope of becoming an immortal.
Early morning.
"Ah..."
The scream broke the silence before dawn.
The piercing scream made Shen Lian suddenly startled and his body trembled.
The beautiful imagination was shattered, and the scream brought him back to reality.
He was quite familiar with this broken cry.
Over the past six months, he had heard it no less than dozens of times.
Someone must have done it again.
Shen Lian got up and did not open the door.
Instead, he lay down beside the door and pulled out a wooden strip, revealing a small gap.
This was the gap he had dug out himself.
Over the past six months, he had peeked out many times, it was his lookout.
As his eyes moved, Shen Lian saw the situation outside clearly.
A dozen figures gathered outside the house a dozen feet away.
"I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Feng would also fall victim to the evil hands of the demon cultivators."
"These demon cultivators are like insects in the dark, and it's hard to guard against them!"
Many cultivators cursed.
Listening to the curses, Shen Lian tightened his clothes.
The Bishui Sect recruited independent cultivators regardless of their origins, which led to many strange things among the independent cultivators.
The most ruthless among them were the demon cultivators.
This type of cultivator was the most despicable.
Other independent cultivators robbed, at most for something, and then killed you cleanly.
But the demon cultivators coveted your body.
Every cultivator targeted by the demon cultivators would be in danger of being torn apart.
Not long after, the law enforcement team of the Bishui Sect arrived late.
Everyone was used to it.
The masters of the Bishui Sect would not care about the lives of independent cultivators.
"You can't sell all the talismans you draw next. You have to keep a few for self-defense."
After watching the excitement in the gap, Shen Lian made a decision in his heart.
In the past, he was poor and barefoot. He was not afraid of wearing shoes. He couldn't be particular even if he wanted to.
But now it's different. He can be considered to have shoes on. He can't get stuck in the mud anymore.
The law enforcement team of the Bishui Sect came and left quickly, and took away Feng Daoyou, whose internal organs were emptied.
The crowd on the street dispersed.
Shen Lian also sat on the bed again, took out a pill to remove miasma and swallowed it.
In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.
During this period, Shen Lian was still the same.
Sleeping.
Eating sweet potatoes.
Making talismans.
Except for taking out feces and urine, he didn't go out at all.
The twenty talisman papers he bought last time have all been made into fire talismans.
At present, except for the talisman pen that can be used about 20 times, the spiritual ink and talisman paper in his hand have been completely consumed.
Thanks to the systematic talisman inheritance, he has already mastered the first-level lower-grade talismans.
When making talismans, the spiritual ink consumed by each talisman is less than that of other talisman masters.
Originally, other talisman masters can use a bottle of spiritual ink at most 15 times, but Shen Lian can use it 18 times.
Adding the remaining bottle of spiritual ink from the last time, Shen Lian has enough to make 20 pieces of talisman paper this time.
Not only that, because he took a bottle of anti-miasma pills continuously, most of the miasma attached to his body was also expelled.
When running spiritual power, it is also smoother than before.
It is estimated that with another bottle of anti-miasma pills, the miasma in the body can be completely removed.
At that time, he can buy cultivation pills to improve his strength.
After crossing over, Shen Lian has not practiced much, so he is still looking forward to it.
After tidying up, Shen Lian opened the door and walked out.
Coincidentally, the tenant next door also opened the door and walked out.
He was a middle-aged monk.
Shen Lian nodded and left quickly.
He remembered that last month, the neighbor next door was a female donor.
Of course, this was nothing.
The month before last, the neighbor was still a skinny old man.
The neighbors have changed several times in the past six months.
They are more frequent than leeks.
Everyone is just a nodding acquaintance.
Walking on the streets of Fangshi this time, Shen Lian's expression was very different from the last time.
Well, there was light in his eyes.
"Oh, the demon cultivator is here again, and another one died in the alley next door last night."
"The uncle of Bishui Sect came a step late again, letting the demon cultivator run away."
Shen Lian's pace quickened as the monks' conversation rang in his ears.
After entering the street behind the stone archway, he looked at several other shops.
Finally, he chose Jubaolou.
Today, there are many people in Jubao Building.
I found a corner to wait for a certain manager to finish his work.
"Shen Daoyou, I've been waiting for a long time."
Weng Xia sent the customer in front of him away and walked straight towards Shen Lian.
Half a month later, he still remembered the last time Shen Lian came to sell talismans.
"Daoyou, please."
The two came to the small counter, and Weng Xia said, "Daoyou, are you still here to sell talismans?"
Shen Lian nodded and took out fourteen fire talismans from the storage bag.
Weng Xia carefully examined the fire talismans.
"It seems that Daoyou has made some progress in making talismans, and longevity is expected."
He recalled that Shen Lian sold twelve fire talismans last time.
At the same time, he bought back twenty talisman papers.
This time, fourteen fire talismans were sold.
As expected of a well-rounded manager, he makes people sound extremely comfortable when he speaks.
Even Shen Lian, a poor man with low-grade five-spirit roots, was still listening to it.
Or, someone could be a manager, but he was rejected even if he wanted to work as a miscellaneous person in Jubao Building.
Shen Lian smiled politely and said, "Sir, please bring me another bottle of spiritual ink, two talismans, and a bottle of Miasma Elixir."
Weng Xia was quick with his hands and feet, and quickly placed the things Shen Lian needed, as well as the additional six spiritual stones on the counter.
"Fellow Taoist, do you know how to make the miasma dispelling talisman? If you can, this treasure pavilion will buy it for five spiritual stones."
Shen Lian was stunned for a moment, how could he not know the Miasma-dispelling Talisman!
When he first started, he wanted to make a miasma-repelling talisman.
In my memory, the miasma dispelling talisman has always been sold very well in the market, and the selling price is five low-grade spiritual stones.
Now Jubao Tower has begun to purchase five spiritual stones, and it seems that the demand is quite high.
The cost of a miasma-repelling talisman is two and a half spiritual stones, and it takes two or three times the effort of making a fire talisman.
With his previous appearance comparable to consumption, it was probably impossible for him to support the production of the miasma-repelling talisman.
Therefore, when choosing and making talismans, I temporarily excluded the miasma-dispelling talisman.
"Fellow Daoist Shen seems to be concentrating on making talismans and is unaware of the major events that have occurred.
A new mineral vein was discovered in the thirty-sixth area of Qianliwu outside Yunmengfang City.
Many fellow Taoists in the Qi training period got the chance, and some picked up second-level hematite ore.
Miasma is dense here, and many fellow Taoists need miasma-repelling talismans to clear the way. "
"I picked up the second-level ore."
Shen Lian couldn't help but lament the good luck of those who picked up the ore.
Second-level ore is the material for refining foundation-building instruments.
A piece of the most common second-level ore, only the size of a fist, is worth more than 500 spirit stones.
His back molars were broken. Why wasn't he the one who picked up the ore?
"Fellow Taoist, are you interested in looking for opportunities?"
Weng Xia chuckled and spoke.
"I'm not good at running, so I won't join in the fun."
Shen Lian refused without thinking.
Are you kidding, there was no way before.
Now that he has finally become a Talisman Master, he doesn’t have to go out to waste time. Isn’t it good for him to sell miasma-repelling Talismans?
Why risk your life?
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