Planting an immortal tree in the wizarding world

Chapter 33 Flying Sword Talisman!
Lin Shan's dining table is set up on the balcony.

Ronan thought that Lin Shan must be very content sitting at the dining table every day, drinking and eating while looking at the scenery of the shantytown.

Lin Shan is a skilled cook.

After a while, Lin Shan served up a dish of drunken chicken made with spirit wine and a dish of stir-fried spirit herbs.

While Lin Shan was cooking, he chatted idly with Ronan.

Ronan knew that Lin Shan was originally a monk from the shantytown.

Later, he was selected by the Yu family to work in the mansion area.

He married a woman in the mansion area and they had a daughter.

Lin Shan looks to be only in his forties, but in reality, he is already in his sixties.

He married in his early fifties, and now his daughter is sixteen.

Their daughter's talent for cultivating immortality was above average, much better than that of her and her husband.

Now, he has been assigned by the Yu family to manage the spiritual field, working in the shantytown area, and he gets a day off every ten days.

He can return to the rented mansion in the mansion district and see his wife and daughter.

"Sigh, I wonder how many years I'll have to work before I can go back to the mansion district..."

Lin Shan said that in the shantytown, not only could he not see his wife and daughter, but the spiritual energy concentration was also not as high as in the mansion area.

Living here for an extended period would affect his cultivation progress.

Lin Shan sighed as he poured Ronan a drink.

The wine, poured into a white porcelain glass, took on a pale blue hue.

This is Lin Shan's homemade green bamboo wine.

The spirit rice was sealed inside the spirit bamboo that Lin Shan had planted himself.

After eighty-one days, it will be ready to be made into wine.

The aroma of the wine was delicate and permeated the surroundings.

"Cheers, Fellow Daoist Luo!"

Ronan also raised his glass and clinked it with Lin Shan's.

He then drank the wine in one gulp.

A hot and rich flavor went straight down my throat.

Instantly, Ronan felt the magical power in his dantian become active.

After eating and drinking a few more glasses, Ronan asked:

"I wonder if Deacon Lin is aware of the Talisman Master Association, or even the Grand Talisman Masters?"

After drinking some wine, Lin Shan's chubby face turned red.

After hearing Ronan's words, his previously hazy gaze suddenly sharpened:
"You can draw talismans? The Talisman Masters Association is looking for you?"

Ronan nodded.

Lin Shan continued, "The Grandmaster of Talismans is called 'Zong Lin.' He has a good cultivation level; he is a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining."

"His mastery of talismans is quite well-known in the eastern shantytown area."

"He can draw a lot of talismans."

"He can draw first-grade low-level talismans, such as cleaning talismans, deodorizing talismans, and illumination talismans, extremely well."

"He can draw mid-grade first-tier talismans, such as protective talismans, lightness talismans, and freezing talismans, better than most experienced talisman drawers."

"He is especially good at drawing amulets. Sometimes, he can even draw a few amulets that are the work of a master, and the power of the amulets is much stronger than that of ordinary veterans."

"This is also why he is somewhat famous in the talisman master industry."

“If we mid-level Qi Refining cultivators could buy a protective talisman drawn by him during an extraordinary performance, it might save our lives in sect battles or when enemies seek revenge.”

"His skill in drawing first-grade high-quality talismans is only average. Compared with some of the famous talisman masters in the eastern shantytown, he is far inferior."

"Therefore, he can only bully talisman masters who can draw mid-grade first-level talismans at most."

“These talisman masters, as long as they set up stalls in the market, will be noticed by the Talisman Masters Association and then forcibly pulled into the association.”

"To become Zonglin's 'disciple' or 'adopted son'."

"After joining the association, you must not only offer the talisman drawing techniques you know to Zonglin."

"Furthermore, one-tenth of the proceeds from the sale of talismans must be 'gifted' to Zonglin."

Upon hearing this, Ronan was immediately relieved.

A cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining is not enough to threaten him.

Moreover, this talisman master's skill in talismanic arts is not as good as his. According to Lin Shan, talisman masters can only draw protective talismans of the master's caliber sometimes.

His skill in crafting protective amulets has reached the level of a grandmaster.

In addition, he used animal hides as the outer layer of the talisman, making the talisman even more powerful.

'Today, I also obtained the talisman book for a first-tier, high-grade flying sword talisman.'

'If I were to train the flying sword talisman to master level and use animal hide as the talisman's skin...'

'This flying sword should be able to break through the power of a master-level protective amulet.'

'In that case, Zong Lin is even less of a threat.'

In the Wizarding World, purchasing materials for magical beasts and accelerating the growth of your own Immortal Tree will cost a considerable amount of Valant coins.

He planned to earn spirit stones in the cultivation world, exchange them for gold nuggets, and then take them to the wizarding world to exchange them for Valant coins.

This Zong Lin isn't very strong, yet he dares to try and block his path to wealth; it's like lighting a lantern in a latrine—he's courting death.

After having a few more drinks, Ronan and Lin Shan finished the dishes on the table, then bowed to each other and took their leave.

……

Triumph City, the small attic.

Ronan changed back into his Wizarding World attire.

She let her hair down, put on a classic robe, and wore straw sandals.

His image is like that of the learned scholars in Triumph City.

He went out and bought parchment and a chicken.

Prepare the talisman ink, cut the parchment paper, and begin drawing the talisman!
He took several deep breaths, rubbed his face with his hands, made a hand seal, and chanted a spell.

The ritual before starting to draw the flying sword talisman.

This was his first time drawing a flying sword talisman, and to avoid failure, he performed all the ritual steps meticulously.

Then, he picked up a wolf-hair brush and dipped the tip in talisman ink.

Concentrate your mind and focus your energy on the tip of your brush, then place it on the parchment.

Instantly, the metal element in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, that is, the metallic particles in the energy particles, converged towards the tip of the brush.

He wrote the talisman book according to its instructions, sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the talisman head, talisman core, and talisman foot were completed.

Ronan pulled and lifted the wolf-hair brush!
A flash of inspiration at the end of the stroke!
‘It’s done! ’

Ronan let out a breath.

Flying Sword Talisman (Beginner 1%)

The densely packed strokes of the flying sword talisman combined to resemble a crimson short sword.

'Try the symbol.'

Ronan's heart stirred, and he returned to the world of cultivation.

At this moment, he was in a deep mountain forest outside the True Immortal Realm of the Realm of the True Immortal Sect, where thick fog was drifting.

Ronan took out the jade pendant belonging to the Liu family ancestor, and the thick fog parted to the left and right.

He walked in the opposite direction from the True Immortal Realm and exited the fog formation.

Then, he took out the newly drawn flying sword talisman from his storage ring.

He held the flying sword talisman between his right index and middle fingers.

While infusing the talisman with magical power, throw it out!
The talisman, activated by magic, transformed into a gleaming silver dagger in mid-air after leaving Ronan's hand, shooting straight towards a tree trunk!

Benedict!
The short sword pierced the tree trunk, disappearing all the way to the hilt.

Before long, a wisp of silver smoke rose from the short sword and quickly dissipated.

'This flying sword talisman is quite good; it leaves almost no trace after killing someone.'

Ronan watched this scene and thought to himself.

'Okay, let's go back and keep grinding.'

Ronan had a sudden thought and returned to the attic.

He picked up the talisman brush again, dipped it in the ink, and began writing talismans on the parchment.

As each talisman was drawn, the proficiency with flying sword talismans increased.

(End of this chapter)