Rising from Small Cloud Rain Technique

Ji An leisurely arrived at the Wey’s Talisman shop and was courteously welcomed into the VIP room.

After some pleasantries, Wey Xianglin asked with a smile:

”Sir, how has the talisman making been going lately?”

During this time, the Red Rock Immortal City and the surrounding tens of thousands of miles have been peaceful, but the nerves of the high-ranking officials have been quite tense.

The fleeing demon cultivator has an unusual ability to transform cultivators into demon soul puppets, so even if a calamity breaks out, it won’t be apparent, which is the scariest part.

Perhaps the situation seems great one moment, but the next, everything is turned upside down.

Therefore, the Purifying Talisman still needs to be stockpiled; it will be put to good use sooner or later.

Currently, the prices of various materials for the Purifying Talisman are stable, allowing them to be purchased at low prices. Once the demon calamity erupts, the price of talismans is bound to skyrocket.

Every disaster represents a crisis, but sometimes it also represents an opportunity.

Ji An took out the Purifying Talisman and scratched his head, saying:

”Shamefully, out of two hundred sets of materials, I only managed to draw just over one hundred thirty talismans.”

Perhaps because of the exceptionally strong power of spirit soul, or maybe because the talismans drawn are relatively low-level, he found the drawing process not difficult at all, sensing none of the challenges mentioned by the other party.

It’s just that none of these many finished products were top-grade, which was somewhat unusual.

He originally had a suspicion, thinking that this type of talisman heritage came from a buddhist cultivator, and now he was becoming more certain of this suspicion.

”What, you actually have a success rate of over sixty percent?”

Wey Xianglin couldn’t contain the shock in his heart. Whether it’s the talisman makers from his clan or the ones they collaborated with, the highest success rate of drawing Purifying Talismans barely reached forty percent. The gap was quite evident.

He hurriedly checked the talismans and found that apart from a few lower-grade ones, most were middle-grade, with even eight top-grade.

This was the first time he had seen top-grade Purifying Talismans.

Wey Xianglin collected his expression and said:

”Sir, your attainments in the art of talisman making are astounding, I’m impressed!

It seems like you’ve already adapted to drawing the Purifying Talisman. Now, I have some Tier One Talisman Paper and cinnabar in my hands, are you interested in trying them?”

”Of course, I’m interested!”

Ji An’s lips curled into a smile. No matter when, high-tier resources are always scarce. The more outstanding your skills, the more resources you can obtain.

He’d bet that the Wey shop didn’t have any Tier Two Talisman materials.

Drawing Purifying Talismans of the Qi Refining Stage has almost no benefit; the only advantage is that low-tier talismans consume very little divine sense. If he wanted, he could draw two hundred talismans in a day.

”Materials are abundant now, how many sets are you planning to take, sir?”

Ji An pondered and said:

”Then let’s start with three thousand sets.”

Drawing Tier One Talismans consumes considerably more divine sense, and this was a choice he made while ensuring cultivation and alchemy.

Wey Xianglin gawked, three thousand sets are way too many! The shop’s current material reserves are only over six thousand sets in total.

Ji An noticed his expression and asked with a grin:

”Is there a problem?”

Wey Xianglin shook his head, ”No, I’ll go get the materials.”

He went to the storeroom to fetch the materials and started to calculate:

”For all Qi Refining Stage Purifying Talismans, the payment is one hundred twelve Spirit Stones, which I’ll pay to you first.”

He brought out the Spirit Stones and placed them on the table, continuing:

”Three thousand sets of materials, totaling thirty-two thousand Spirit Stones.”

Ji An counted the materials, took out the Spirit Stones to pay, and said with a wry smile:

”This Purifying Talisman business, the profit is purely yours to earn.”

Given the current situation, it’s foreseeable that the remuneration he could get would be minimal, which is like exchanging labor for the qualification to buy a heritage.

Yet, the bait offered by the other party was too enticing to give up. He felt a bit troubled, knowing he could only renegotiate the remuneration when his skills improved further.

”You can’t put it that way; it’s like you’ve already received part of the heritage.”

Ji An shook his head, ignoring the other’s profit-driven remarks, and stored the materials into the Void Realm Space.

”I’ll be off now, see you in two months.”

After the news about the demon cultivators was published, everyone was hoarding battle materials. The demon hunting cultivators were holding onto high-tier materials to prompt shops to raise prices.

He couldn’t buy materials for the Fire Dragon Talisman and Bursting Talisman from shops, but this situation won’t last too long; eventually, one side wouldn’t be able to hold out and would initiate trading.

No need to guess, it’s sure to be the loose cultivators who would give in first since they don’t have much accumulation and have weak risk resistance.

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Back at the Grotto Mansion, Ji An eagerly took out the armor plates from the Grotto Void Stone and used a spell to assemble the Celestial Soaring Armor.

Because he wanted to try warming up the Spirit Armor in the dantian, the armor plates weren’t worn on his body.

He changed spells to activate the second Ruyi Dharma Prohibition, which could only be activated when not being worn.

The entire Spirit Armor quickly shrank to a speck and embedded into his palm, flowing along the Immortal Vein and entering the dantian.

As soon as the Spirit Armor entered the Primordial Life Fire, the flame immediately flickered, and Ji An felt his breathing suddenly become heavier. After a while, he recovered.

The Wuji Xinghuang Banner and the Spirit Armor met in the yellow flame, avoiding each other like strangers.

The dantian was packed with four top-grade spiritual artifacts, and Ji An felt it was almost reaching its limit.

He stood up and took a few steps, feeling as though his legs were filled with lead, and quickly became breathless.

Having one more spiritual artifact made a significant difference.

He now understood why others advised against refining so many top-grade spiritual artifacts; other people’s dantian would become uncomfortable with just a second top-grade spiritual artifact.

Ji An sat on a chair, feeling that the sensation of burden lessened somewhat when sitting still, but it still felt quite uncomfortable.