Cultivating Immortality Through a Hundred Lifetimes: I Possess the Heavenly Book of Merit

Second order or higher?

It seems that the idea of ​​selling talismans here is not going to work. For all kinds of first-tier items, the All-Goods Store has its own dedicated channels.

Tsk, do they look down on those Qi Refining rogue cultivators?

Yu Yan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the various items displayed behind the counter.

Talisman paper. Cinnabar. Talisman brush. And some finished talismans, first-grade low-grade, first-grade mid-grade, first-grade high-grade, clearly priced, neatly displayed there.

His gaze lingered on the talisman brush for a moment.

The talisman brush was entirely green, with a handle made of some kind of spiritual bamboo and a tip made of white animal hair, which looked soft and elastic.

The label reads: Green Bamboo Pen, a low-grade first-tier magic weapon, for thirty low-grade spirit stones.

Thirty yuan.

Yu Yan withdrew his gaze and silently did some mental calculations.

Before he entered the city, he had less than forty spirit stones left.

Zhou Yan had just rented a place and paid 700 yuan in advance, which meant he owed someone 700 spirit stones.

The spirit stones left in my storage bag need to be used to buy talismans, cinnabar, and some for emergencies.

Talisman brush...

He paused, then looked away.

Forget it.

Drawing symbols with your finger is also an option.

"Talisman paper, cinnabar."

He said to his partner.

The shopkeeper asked with a smile, "Which kind of talisman do you want, fellow Daoist? We have ordinary talismans and slightly better ones, the prices are different. The same goes for cinnabar, it comes in several grades."

Yu Yan thought for a moment: "Ordinary ones will do. One ream of talisman paper and three ounces of cinnabar."

One ream of talisman paper, one hundred sheets. Three ounces of cinnabar, if used sparingly, will last for a while.

The shop assistant deftly retrieved the items from behind the counter, wrapped them in an oiled paper, and handed them to Yu Yan: "One ream of talismans, ten spirit stones. Three ounces of cinnabar, fifteen spirit stones. Twenty-five stones in total."

Not bad, now I have everything I need for drawing talismans, and there's even some left over.

Yu Yan took the items, took out spirit stones from his pocket, counted out twenty-five, and handed them over.

The shopkeeper took the spirit stones and added with a smile, "If you ever need anything to sell in the future, remember to come to our Wanhuolou. Our prices are absolutely fair, and we treat everyone honestly."

Yu Yan nodded, put the items into his storage bag, and turned to leave.

As I stepped out of the department store, it was already late at night.

The square was much less crowded, with only a few people scattered around, hurrying by.

The direction of the Yuxian Tower in the distance was still brightly lit, and the sounds of string and wind instruments and laughter could be faintly heard drifting over.

Yu Yan looked up at the moon in the sky, determined the direction, and started walking towards the Tianyuan Dojo.

Upon returning to Yiqi's residence, the moment the door was opened, a rich spiritual energy rushed towards them.

He took a deep breath, walked to the futon in the main room, sat down, and took out the talisman paper and cinnabar he had just bought, placing them on the low table.

One ream of talisman paper, one hundred sheets.

Three ounces of cinnabar, in a small packet.

This will be his capital for the foreseeable future.

Yu Yan reached out and took a talisman paper, gently rubbing it in his hand. The paper was flat and of uniform texture. Although it was just the most ordinary kind, Yu Yan never had any requirements for the talisman paper used to draw talismans; any talisman paper would do.

This quality is sufficient.

He closed his eyes, and various talismans and runes surged into his mind, transforming into specks of starlight that floated all around him.

The spirit tablet from the previous life did not disappear.

Or rather, it was reincarnated in another form, along with all the runes and Yu Yan, and has been imprinted in his mind ever since. Whenever he thinks of something, he can always retrieve it from his mind to examine it.

The legacy of the Luoxia Sect, spanning countless years, remained in Yu Yan's mind. Coupled with his comprehension boosted to one hundred, he had no need to worry about the method of drawing talismans.

As long as he has enough spiritual power and enough materials, he can draw it.

However, Yu Yan still needs to investigate what kind of talismans are popular in Yunmeng Immortal City.

Heavy Cauldron Talisman, Shrinking Earth Talisman, Fire Talisman, or Wind Travel Talisman?

Or perhaps it was a Yin-Yang symbol from a previous life?

It's been a while since I've drawn any talismans, so I'll draw one to test the waters and get back into the swing of things.

Yu Yan opened his eyes and reached for the cinnabar.

He stopped as soon as his hand touched the cinnabar bag.

He paused, put down the cinnabar packet, stood up, and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the bamboo grove remained the same, its shadows swaying gently in the breeze.

Through the gaps in the bamboo grove, you can see the lights of other houses, flickering like fireflies in the night.

Yu Yan stood for a while, then sat back down on the futon.

He closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.

I'm not drawing tonight.

Having just survived a major battle and traveled for a month, his spiritual energy had not yet fully recovered. Forcing the creation of talismans at this time would have a very low success rate and would be a waste of materials.

Take a rest for the night, get yourself into top shape, and start again tomorrow.

Thinking this, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and immersed himself in cultivation.

Outside the window, the bamboo grove rustled, casting long, dark shadows on Yu Yan.

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The next morning, as dawn was breaking.

Yu Yan opened the window, and the cool morning air, carrying the fragrance of bamboo leaves, wafted in.

He took a deep breath and felt refreshed. After a night of meditation, his spiritual energy had recovered to about 70-80%, and the pain in his waist was no longer faint.

Outside the window, the bamboo forest was edged with a faint gold in the morning light, and dewdrops hung on the bamboo leaves, crystal clear.

The clear, melodious chirping of birds in the distance mingled with the rustling of bamboo leaves, creating a sense of tranquility.

Yu Yan was about to go out to investigate the sale of talismans in the city when his gaze was suddenly drawn to a figure in the distance.

The figure staggered out from the path on the east side of the bamboo forest, taking three steps and stopping twice, his steps unsteady and swaying, as if he might fall to the ground at any moment.

Yu Yan squinted and took a closer look—

Hey, isn't this Zhou Yan?

Why are you so bloated after just one night?

The man who had gone to "enjoy the benefits of the immortal city" last night now had a sallow complexion, bluish eye sockets, and pale lips, looking like a withered tree that had been drained of all its moisture.

He held onto a bamboo stalk by the roadside with one hand, clutched his waist with the other, his legs trembling, and gasped for breath with every step.

"Brother Zhou?"

Yu Yan called out.

Zhou Yan looked up at the sound and turned to look in their direction.

Yu Yan almost didn't recognize that face.

"Brother Yu... Brother Yu."

Zhou Yan weakly stretched out her hand and waved it at him. Her hand trembled like a withered leaf in the wind, and it fell down after only a few wavings.

"Good morning...good morning."

His voice was hoarse, as if it were being squeezed out while someone was choking him.

Yu Yan looked at him, unsure of what to say.

Zhou Yan took two more steps forward, then his legs buckled and he almost knelt on the ground. He quickly grabbed a bamboo stalk beside him and took several breaths before he regained his balance.

"I will never go there again... I will never go there again."

He muttered to himself, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible.

"I will never go there again. Those female cultivators... those female cultivators are too ruthless. They are not human... they are demons... they are man-eating demons."

As he spoke, he took a few more steps forward, supporting himself on the bamboo.

"My waist... my legs... my spiritual power... not a single drop is left."

Yu Yan watched him slowly make his way to his house, his back hunched over like an old man, each step trembling with despair.

Finally, Zhou Yan moved to his doorway, took out the jade pendant, and pressed it against the door with trembling hands.

The door opened.

He staggered inside and slammed the door shut.

Yu Yan vaguely heard a groan coming from inside the door, and a muffled thud as something hit the ground.

He stood there, silent for a long time.

Shake his head.

He simply didn't understand.

What kind of magic do those female cultivators at the Desire Immortal Pavilion possess that can turn a cultivator into this state?

However, everyone has their own way of living.

Zhou Yan's preference for those kinds of places is his business. I have no right to interfere, nor can I.