Planting an immortal tree in the wizarding world

Chapter 38 Evil reputation!

After leaving the former site of the Talisman Masters Association, Ronan's Lightness Talisman power had not yet dissipated, so he ran towards a small path.

They ran for a distance until they reached a deserted place, where they stopped and began to examine the items they had obtained from the corpses.

He first probed Zong Lin's storage bag with his spiritual senses.

This is also a space of approximately one cubic meter.

In this way, with the addition of the storage ring, he will be able to carry two cubic meters of items.

'That saved a lot of gold coins.'

In the wizarding world, such a storage artifact would cost seven or eight thousand valant gold coins.

He managed to snag his storage ring for a bargain price of 3,500 gold coins.

Inside the storage bag were ten mid-grade spirit stones and about thirty low-grade spirit stones.

On the other side were three talisman manuals.

One of the talisman manuals contains the drawing methods for three types of first-tier high-grade talismans.

—Golden Armor Talisman, Wind Chasing Talisman, Flying Sword Talisman.

He already knows how to use the flying sword talisman.

The Golden Armor Talisman and the Wind Chasing Talisman are basically upgraded versions of the Protective Talisman and the Lightness Talisman.

Another talisman manual contains the drawing methods for four types of mid-grade first-tier talismans.

—Amulet, Lightness Amulet, Freezing Amulet, Flame Amulet.

The last talisman manual contains the drawing methods for five types of low-grade first-tier talismans.

— Cleansing talisman, deodorizing talisman, light-illuminating talisman, undressing talisman, and energizing talisman.

In addition, the storage bag also contained the remaining talismans of Zong Lin.

There are about a thousand first-tier mid-grade talismans, which are protective charms.

Of those that have reached the master level, there are fewer than ten left.

'This Zong Lin is indeed as Lin Shan said, truly pathetic; he has so few master-level talismans.'

Ronan cursed inwardly when he saw that the number of talismans had decreased.

There were two more talismans. Ronan recognized the strokes on them; they were the Golden Armor Talisman and the Wind Chasing Talisman that he had just seen in the talisman manual.

Why didn't Zong Lin use it just now?

'Could it be that the quality of these two talismans is too low, and Zong Lin feels their power is inferior to his own master-level protective talismans and lightness talismans?'

After examining Zong Lin's storage bag, he withdrew his attention and probed into his storage ring to check his other finds.

Zonglin's disciples, adopted sons, and hired hands had little left.

Most of the talismans they carried were at the beginner or proficient level; very few were at the expert level.

Then, all the spirit stones they had together amounted to only about thirty, and they were all low-grade spirit stones.

'These people are really poor!'

Ronan withdrew his attention from his storage ring, shook his head, and headed back towards Market Square C.

They plan to continue selling talismans in the market.

They went to the Talisman Master Association, then returned, and soon someone will discover the corpses of Zong Lin and the others.

This would raise suspicions that he killed these people.

But he wasn't afraid of being doubted.

The True Immortal Realm is not the Kingdom of Valant in the Wizarding World, and therefore has no laws.

Apart from the True Sect, the mansion area and shack area are just gathering places for rogue cultivators who come to mooch spiritual energy.

The reason why the True Sect kept these rogue cultivators here was because they could mine, farm, and participate in sect wars for them.

The True Sect only entrusted the cultivation families in the residential area with the extensive management of these two areas.

As long as there are people mining, farming, and participating in sect battles, that's enough. As for the feuds and killings among rogue cultivators, they don't care at all.

These rogue cultivators, if they cultivate to the mid-stage of Qi Refining, will have a lifespan of at least a hundred years.

Furthermore, because he was a cultivator, he was physically strong, and his reproductive age was extended considerably.

Therefore, the population density in residential and shantytown areas has always been quite high.

At times, it could even be described as "overcrowded." Therefore, the True Sect and the cultivation families didn't really care much about killing each other out of revenge.

Moreover, they are all cultivators who need to cultivate every day, so they don't have time to manage public order.

Luo Nan learned from Lin Shan that Zong Lin was just a Qi Refining Level 7 Talisman Master. He didn't have any cultivation family or the True Rebirth Sect backing him, nor had he heard of any relatives among the cultivation families or sects.

Killing it wouldn't have any negative impact on me.

On the contrary, he can monopolize the market for first-tier mid-grade talismans such as protective talismans, lightness talismans, fire talismans, and freezing talismans.

As Ronan pondered this, he arrived at Market Square No. C.

After finding a stall, they set up the talismans and began selling them.

Not only did he sell the talismans he drew himself, but he also sold the talismans he obtained from Zong Lin and others.

From the time Ronan left with Chen Xin and the others until he returned, only half an hour had passed.

Some of the monks who saw Ronan leave earlier are still strolling around the market.

They recognized Ronan, and were puzzled when he returned.

'Why is he back so soon?'

'I guess he went to the Talisman Masters' Association and then followed Zong Lin.'

The monks speculated as they walked over to Ronan's stall and found that the prices of the talismans he sold had not changed.

But there were many more talismans on the stall than before.

'With so many talismans, I estimate some were sold on behalf of Zong Lin.'

'I don't know what this person said to Zong Lin, but they lowered the selling price of the talismans.'

'However, this benefits us monks.'

The monks flocked to Ronan to sell talismans.

Ronan skillfully counted the talismans, passed them on, and collected the spirit stones.

He possessed the Primordial Chaos, and could tell at a glance how many talismans were in his hand.

He counted the symbols not for himself, but for the customers.

By noon, Ronan felt hungry, so he packed up his stall and ordered a bowl of noodles at a food stall in the market.

The technique for making this noodle is the same as that used for making snail rice noodles in the secular world.

However, the rice noodles are made from spirit rice, and the pickled bamboo shoots, dried bean curd, and other ingredients in the soup are grown in the True Immortal Realm of the Realm of the True Immortal Sect, and contain spiritual energy.

Ronan ate one bowl, but wasn't satisfied, so he ordered two more bowls before finally stopping.

After finishing his meal, he took out a deodorizing talisman from Zong Lin's storage bag and slapped it on himself.

Immediately, there was no more odor on his body.

After paying the bill, they set up their stall again.

However, when Ronan returned, some cultivators looked at him with a strange look in their eyes—as if they were afraid.

After a while, the noisy sounds in the market suddenly subsided considerably.

The crowd parted to make way for them.

On the road, a burly man with a thick beard, chewing on sugarcane, swaggered along with two henchmen.

Ronan scanned the area with his divine sense and realized that this person was the market manager he had met the first time he came to this market.

Every time this man and his henchman passed a stall, the henchman would approach the stall owner and ask for spirit stones.

None of the stall owners resisted and gave it all.

At this moment, the three of them passed Ronan's stall.

A henchman stepped forward, about to ask for spirit stones, but upon seeing Ronan, he paused, then suddenly stopped.

Then, he turned around and walked back to the market manager.

The market manager glanced at the underling and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Boss, wasn't the Grandmaster of Symbols and his disciples and adopted sons killed this morning?" the henchman whispered.

"Yes, so what?" the market manager asked, his brush-like eyebrows furrowed.

"I heard that this is the one who did the killing." The henchman moved closer to the market manager, his voice barely audible.

(End of this chapter)