Immortality and cultivation begin with drawing talismans...

Chapter 20 Prosperity After Chaos
"Anyone who harms fellow practitioners or violates the market rules without cause will not be tolerated by the disciples of Li Huo Palace. Monsters are rampant outside the market, so a curfew will be imposed from now on. The sect's reinforcements will arrive in two days..."

On the streets, cultivators from the Li Huo Palace led a group, using telepathic spells to warn all cultivators.

The Wang and Zhou families also mobilized to assist the Li Huo Palace cultivators in calming the situation in the market.

At this moment, the eldest elder of the Wang family was cursing loudly within the clan. He had foreseen everything, but he had not anticipated the intervention of a third party.

This led to the failure of the mission, and under the temporary suppression of the Li Huo Palace, the cultivators in the market temporarily settled down.

After all, the support from Li Huo Palace will arrive in two days. Last night, there were terrifying monsters outside the market, but in two days, they will be tempting spirit stones.

I walked out of Shen Lie's house and onto the streets of the market.

The bodies on the road had long been cleared away, with only the blackened bloodstains remaining as evidence of what happened last night.

"Hopefully, someone managed to snag some of the talisman inheritance last night."

Lin Chang'an muttered to himself, having lived here for twenty years, he was already used to the fighting between cultivators.

Last night was just a bit bigger.

When you arrive at the newly designated trading area of ​​the market, the bustling atmosphere here is a stark contrast to the quietness of the other residential areas.

In just one night, everyone seemed to have returned to the way things were before, as if the fighting and chaos of the previous night had never happened.

The bustling market is now like a festival.

Looted goods were displayed at low prices on the stalls, while cultivators from the Li Huo Palace stood guard indifferently all around.

However, on this day, whether they were setting up stalls to sell their wares or entering the market, everyone was dressed in black robes and hats, concealing their appearance.

……

"A mid-grade, first-tier Golden Light Talisman for five spirit stones? You must be crazy for spirit stones!"

"If you're not going to buy, get out. The reinforcements from Li Huo Palace will arrive in a couple of days and they'll be clearing out the monsters outside. If you don't buy, plenty of others will."

Dressed in black with a bamboo hat, and with fierce eyes, Lin Chang'an exuded a menacing and rude aura, driving away the poor who couldn't afford it.

At this point, while other things may depreciate, talismans and magical artifacts that directly affect combat power and survival are definitely in high demand.

"you!"

"What do you mean, 'you'? If you're not going to buy, get out of the way and don't interfere with my business!" Lin Chang'an, disguised, glared fiercely at the cultivator who was haggling.

"I'll buy!"

In less than an hour, after selling eight mid-grade first-tier golden light talismans, Lin Chang'an packed up his stall, got up, and blended into the crowd, secretly changing his appearance once again.

"I'll give you three Rank 1 Mid-grade Fireball Talismans in exchange for two Golden Light Talismans."

"roll!"

"Fellow Daoist, don't get so angry. I'll add three more spirit stones."

In less than half a day, Lin Chang'an had sold all the Golden Light Talismans that he couldn't get rid of before, leaving only a few for temporary protection.

Looking at the pills, cultivation materials, and dozens of low-grade spirit stones traded in the storage bag, Lin Chang'an muttered to himself.

Indeed, danger and opportunity coexist.

There will never be another opportunity to clear out inventory like this, since more than 70% of the goods in the market now are second-hand.

His mid-grade first-level talisman, if thrown into the market, wouldn't even make a splash.

Arriving at the stall he had been eyeing for some time, Lin Chang'an said coldly:
"Fellow Daoist, is your mid-grade flying sword talisman jade slip genuine?"

In front of the stall, a broken jade slip with cracks clearly showed that it had been fiercely fought over.

Upon seeing someone approaching, the masked old monk revealed his hoarse voice.

“Fellow Daoist, a first-grade mid-level flying sword talisman manual is a rare find. Go and inquire about it. Even if it appears at an auction, any first-grade mid-level talisman manual will start at a hundred spirit stones.”

"Three spirit stones, I'll bet!" Lin Chang'an remained silent, ignoring the other party's boasting, and directly offered a price.

"Get lost! I'd rather die!" The masked old man glared, thinking, "Damn it! A treasure worth hundreds of spirit stones, and you only have three spirit stones? You're dreaming!"

However, Lin Chang'an sneered:
"If you dare to guarantee its authenticity, it's naturally worth hundreds of spirit stones, but do you dare!"

The other party was so angry that he glared at him and didn't say a word. If he dared to guarantee the authenticity, who would come here to sell?

They were all stolen, and some were even damaged; otherwise, who would set up a stall here?

Lin Chang'an, however, calmly stared at the tiny red mark at the end of the broken jade slip, a mark he was all too familiar with.

Eighteen years ago at the auction, this flying sword talisman jade slip was sold for 153 spirit stones.

He still remembers it vividly, because the first red seal on the jade slip was incomplete; the complete version should have been a plum blossom seal.

It's been eighteen years now. If the forgery has gone this far, he'll accept it. It's just a few spirit stones; the cost of trial and error is low.

"There are plenty of opportunists in the market now. You yourself can't even guarantee the safety of your business, yet you dare to sell for hundreds of spirit stones?"

Lin Chang'an gave the old man a look that said, "You're an idiot," which made the old man's face turn red.

There have been too many outside cultivators coming to the market lately, so there are naturally more fake goods. He just got a bargain last night, who knows if it's fake or not.

"That can't be three spirit stones!"

The old man spoke unwillingly, but Lin Chang'an gave a contemptuous sneer and stood up directly.

"There are at least 100 to 200 stalls in the market selling mid-grade first-tier talisman manuals, and some even sell complete first-tier talisman inheritances. Going to any stall is a gamble."

Seeing Lin Chang'an about to leave without hesitation, the masked old man slapped his thigh and said urgently:
"Oh dear, fellow Daoist, what's your hurry? Don't go! Don't ask for an exorbitant price. Let's negotiate a bit more. We're all decent people. Let's discuss this further."

However, seeing Lin Chang'an head straight for another stall displaying mid-grade talismans and scrolls, the old man became truly anxious.

"Fellow Daoist, three spirit stones it is."

"it is good."

The money and goods were settled.

When Lin Chang'an received the remaining jade slips, he couldn't help but rub his hands together secretly. After cultivating immortality for more than twenty years, it was time for his luck to come!

However, the next moment, Lin Chang'an's eyes widened as he looked at the latter part of the jade slip.

Hey!
My three spirit stones!

This isn't some flying sword talisman manual at all; it's clearly a common, low-grade, first-tier fireball talisman manual.

However, when Lin Chang'an turned around, he couldn't find him anywhere at the stall. The old man had clearly been hitting and running away.

"He who hunts geese all day long has now been pecked in the eye by a goose."

Lin Chang'an gritted his teeth in resentment. He had finally thought he was going to get a bargain, but he was dealt such a blow.

……

Meanwhile, the old man from before had moved to a new spot in the crowd, a sly smile on his face, and once again took out an identical, incomplete jade slip from his pocket.

"Only you self-proclaimed experienced old ghosts would be so greedy. With such a good opportunity, how can you earn spirit stones without bringing out your best stuff?"

Touching the hardened spirit stones in his storage bag, the old man smiled; he had made another profit.

It has to be these old foxes, each one more cunning than the last, thinking they have experience, but little do they know that their cleverness backfires.

……

"The True Treasure Pavilion is now open to the public for its talisman, pill formula, weapon crafting, and even array formation inheritance!"

Lin Chang'an, who thought he had failed to snag a bargain, was preparing to go back and work on his grand plan of drawing talismans, hoping to reap another wave of benefits the next day, when he heard this news.

This shocked Lin Chang'an.

(End of this chapter)