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"You've figured it out?" Fan Chizi frowned, his neck straight.

"What have you realized?"

"What wind and clouds? That's utter nonsense!"

He was filled with disdain, and from beginning to end, he believed that only his method was absolutely correct.

Everyone else is talking nonsense.

Disciples of the six major sects were among them, as were Jiang Yu and Kuai Tong.

However, despite cursing in his heart several times, he didn't dare to say it out loud.

Having figured out the details, Kuai Tong was beaming with pride and gave instructions to the shop assistants:

"Go quickly and bring the materials to repair the Cloud Mist Talisman. Bring the best ones. The cost of the materials will be deducted from my wages."

He always kept in mind that he was at a critical moment in his promotion and must not give anyone a handle to use against him.

Soon, the waiter brought over century-old mica cinnabar and pine needle dew.

These two are the key materials for filling the cloud and mist talisman.

Kuai Tong took out a treasured Zhu Yun brush from his storage bag.

Jiang Yu's eyes widened slightly:

"This pen is worth at least fifty mid-grade spirit stones."

Kuai Tong held the pen between his thumb and forefinger, clasped his hands together, and bent over:

"This disciple humbly worships and respectfully requests the Three Pure Ones to bestow their wisdom and grace upon this talisman!"

Kuai Tong slowly ground century-old mica cinnabar and misty pine needle dew into a single powder. He then lightly dipped his brush in the powder, walked to the screen, and, with a focused mind, added the first stroke to the incomplete seal script.

However, after one stroke, the talisman remained unchanged.

Fan Chizi's slightly worried expression completely disappeared, and he grinned and said:

"I knew you couldn't do it!"

Kuai Tong did not stop and continued writing the second stroke.

This time, as the brush tip finished its stroke, a gust of wind swept through the cloud and mist talisman.

Fan Chizi stared wide-eyed and muttered:

"That's impossible!"

Seeing the change, Kuai Tong smiled and seized the opportunity to make three more strokes.

Suddenly, a strong wind swept up the water and clouds, causing them to merge and create fog.

Kuai Tong flicked his sleeve, tossed aside the crimson writing brush, and a slight smile played on his lips:

"It's done!"

Upon closer inspection, the once silent remnant talisman was now surrounded by swirling clouds and drifting mist.

A golden coin appeared before Jiang Yu's eyes, with a line of small text displaying:

Intermediate Quest [Worldly Affairs]:

The mystery of the incomplete seal script has been solved, and the task is complete.

Reward received: Dao Power +10

Everyone congratulated and applauded:

"Congratulations, Steward Kuai, on successfully repairing the rare, damaged talisman! We are truly fortunate to witness this; it has broadened our horizons!"

"You can easily solve problems that even the inner disciples of the six major sects can't handle. That's remarkable. I believe your advancement to a second-tier talisman master is just around the corner."

"After this incident, Manager Kuai's name will be known throughout the entire Qingming Market! Manager Yu will certainly give you an important position!"

"Haha! You flatter me!"

Kuai Tong was so happy he couldn't stop smiling.

Fan Chizi stomped his feet on the ground, his face contorted, his eyes filled with jealousy:

"No, all of this originally belonged to me!"

He was filled with boundless hatred when someone else took away the thing he had gone to great lengths to obtain.

With disheveled hair, she screamed shrilly:

"It's fake! It's definitely fake! You've all been fooled!"

Disappointed at his happiest moment, Kuai Tong snorted coldly, his aura locking onto Fan Chizi:

"This 'Cloud and Mist Talisman' possesses at least 98% of the original talisman's power; how could it be fake!"

"If you dare make another sound, I'll throw you out!"

He walked up to Jiang Yu and said solemnly:

"I was able to restore the incomplete seal script so smoothly thanks to this young man's guidance... By the way, what is your surname, young man?"

It's so embarrassing that he doesn't even know the name of the person who helped him so much.

"My surname is Jiang!" Jiang Yu replied softly, then praised:

"Manager Kuai was able to successfully repair the damaged seal script entirely due to his own ingenuity and years of accumulated knowledge! I merely happened to offer a few insignificant suggestions."

Jiang Yu's selfless act of not seeking credit earned him great praise from Kuai Tong.

He burst into laughter:

"Brother Jiang, rest assured, I am by no means the kind of person who forgets kindness."

He took out a beautifully bound booklet and handed it to Jiang Yu:

"This is my talisman-making experience when I was the first-level manager of Xuanfu Zhai. Now I'm giving it to you."

Although he really wanted it, Jiang Yu firmly refused, reaching out his hand:

"No, this is too precious. You must take it and look at it first. After you've finished looking at it, I can read it for a day!"

"It's alright, go ahead and take a look!" Kuai Tong laughed heartily, deliberately glancing at Fan Chizi, and said:

"To be honest, everyone at Xuanfuzhai above the level of senior manager has a copy of this guide."

"Some people think that repairing damaged talismans will allow them to rise to prominence and become Manager Yu's last disciple? That's nothing but the wishful thinking of some madmen!"

Jiang Yu nodded:

"In that case, I'll accept it!"

The manager of Xuanfuzhai was quite shrewd; he used his talisman-making expertise as a gimmick, and even he fell for it.

In any case, this book on talisman-making is extremely useful to him at this stage.

At this moment, Fan Chizi suddenly sprang to his feet, baring his teeth and brandishing his claws as he charged forward:

"You sons of bitches, how dare you play me? I, Fan Bingbing, will fight you to the death!"

Snapped!

Jiang Yu stepped back slightly and slapped him across the face.

Fan Chizi fell hard to the ground.

"Comfortable!"

Jiang Yu was breathing smoothly; he had wanted to do this for a long time.

Enraged, Kuai Tong kicked Fan Chizi hard in the stomach, sending him flying three meters away like a sack of potatoes.

Fan Chizi's vision went black, and he foamed at the mouth and fainted.

"You've repeatedly ruined my mood, you're asking for it!" Kuai Tong coldly ordered his men.

"Throw him far, far away, and never let him set foot in Xuanfuzhai again!"

Afterwards, the Xuanfuzhai was once again filled with a joyful atmosphere.

More and more people are congratulating Kuai Tong.

Kuai Tong also knew that he would definitely be able to get rid of the "deputy" title.

He looked at Jiang Yu, inwardly admiring him:

"This young man surnamed Jiang is truly my lucky star. He helped me solve two major problems as soon as he arrived."

The first thing was to prevent the sale of defective products, which would have damaged the reputation of Xuanfuzhai.

The second thing was that they moved a stool and used it to prop up my slightly less desirable spot.

He laughed until his face turned red, and took the initiative to pull Jiang Yu into the inner room for tea.

Half an hour later, Jiang Yu was finally able to escape from Xuanfuzhai.

This time, we truly reaped a great harvest.

Not only did he gain insights into talisman-making from his mind, but he also won Kuai Tong's favor.

Before parting, Kuai Tong not only gave him an advance of a month's worth of talisman-making materials, but also gifted him a storage bag.

Not long after Jiang Yu left Xuanfuzhai, Fan Chizi, who had already woken up from his coma, followed him angrily.

His fingernails dug deeply into his palms, drawing blood, his eyes filled with venomous resentment.

"It's all your fault, you bastard, you shattered my dream!"

"Just you wait, I'm going to get someone to deal with you right now. You'll have to pay back everything you owe me!"

Jiang Yu led the carriage quickly to the tea stall where he had arranged to meet Zhao Lei. He thought to himself:

"You've been waiting for quite a while, Brother Zhao must be getting impatient!"

When he arrived at the tea stall, he saw Zhao Lei squatting on the ground, his face scrunched up like a bitter gourd.

Jiang Yu stepped forward and asked:

"Brother Zhao, what's wrong?"

Zhao Lei raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed, and slapped himself hard across the face:

"Brother Jiang, it's all my fault for being so useless; I got scammed!"

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