Immortality and cultivation begin with drawing talismans...

Chapter 8 The Unruly Outsider Cultivator Breaks the Rules
Along the gray, misty streets, a group of independent cultivators subtly observed the figures emerging from the black market.

Lin Chang'an, who was just immersed in the joy of the future, felt that he was being watched as soon as he stepped out of the market.

Just then, a cultivator ahead, who was walking with his head down, brushed past him, and a hand skillfully reached into his clothes.

"Snapped!"

His wrist was suddenly grabbed, and seeing Lin Chang'an's fierce expression, the figure panicked and hurriedly smiled apologetically:
"Fellow Daoist, please forgive my poor eyesight, I apologize..."

However, as he spoke, the other person skillfully grabbed the sword at his waist with his other hand, and at the same time, two figures beside him glared menacingly at him.

recidivist!

It's a gang!

With a clear division of labor and control of the weapons, the other two can take advantage of this to launch an attack!

however!
"Pfft!"

A flash of green light streaked across the sky, and blood splattered everywhere. The young face still held a forced smile, as if he hadn't quite reacted. His hand was still gripping the sword, but his mouth had already been pierced through by the Green Bamboo Sword.

Kill with one blow!
The other person didn't even realize what was happening before they died. How could this person be so ruthless!
"Green Bamboo Sword! Mana released! Damn it, it's an old ghost in the mid-stage of Qi Refining, retreat!"

The other two figures stared in terror at the outward-emitting magical shield, but they were given no time to react.

The green bamboo sword slashed cleanly and swiftly, splattering blood everywhere, and the other two pairs of incredulous eyes had already lost their vitality.

On their deathbed, they were still thinking that the three brothers had been careful enough, only keeping an eye on the poor, but they never expected that they would get their shoes wet today.

That damned old ghost in the mid-stage of Qi Refining is impersonating a beginner in the second stage of Qi Refining! The local cultivators are too insidious!
Is it even worth fishing for these poor bastards?

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. From the opponent's skillful and unexpected tactics to Lin Chang'an's counterattack, he did not forget to cast a magical shield.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

too fast!
"Mid-stage Qi Refining!"

At the same time, this sudden counterattack caused the shadowy figures around the alley who were looking to take advantage of the situation or watch the excitement to shrink in surprise and hurriedly scatter.

Releasing magical power to form a magical shield is a characteristic only possessed by cultivators in the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

"Pah! Unruly outsider cultivators."

Seeing the shadowy figures around him scatter in fright, Lin Chang'an, with his fierce and muscular face, let out a rude snort, displaying the demeanor of a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator.

However, a gust of wind blew by, and Lin Chang'an's figure flashed away, no slower than these people.

Under the gray sky, only three gradually cooling corpses lay on the street.

All of this is perfectly normal in the cultivation world; the corpses are often picked up before sunrise.

After all, even the corpses of cultivators have value.

……

Lin Chang'an wandered through the market town several times before finally returning home before dawn.

Then, they immediately affixed exquisite golden talismans to the main door and windows.

"Pah, three rogue cultivators from out of town, daring to cause trouble, you poor wretches."

Seeing that he had only collected a total of about twenty spirit crystals, Lin Chang'an felt a sense of disdain.

One is at the third level of Qi Refining, and the other two are at the second level of Qi Refining. I don't know whether to call them fearless newborn calves or just stupid.

Even if you hadn't run into him, something bad would have happened to him sooner or later.

It wasn't that he was xenophobic, but rather that he hated cultivators who didn't follow the rules and disrupted peace.

The black market also has its rules, and those who break the rules are the first to suffer, especially the cultivators with the lowest cultivation levels.

Having spent twenty years in the cultivation world, I'm already a veteran who's experienced countless things, and I'm used to it.

The first thing I did when I got home was to take off the clothes that had been used to mask the smell, and at the same time restore my original appearance.

Looking at the spirit crystals in his storage bag, Lin Chang'an couldn't help but smile.

Although it was a bit risky, it was all worth it.

After all, the low-grade first-tier movement talismans he was selling were beneath the notice of mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators; only these low-level rogue cultivators from elsewhere would be so desperate. Who the hell would be interested in something as cheap as that at the mid-stage Qi Refining level?

"But he does have some insight; he even knows about the Green Bamboo Sword."

Twenty years ago, when this newly built market town was first developed, the Li Huo Sect provided hundreds of low-grade magic weapons, the Green Bamboo Swords.

Therefore, the other party was so frightened away when they saw the blue light that they thought they had encountered an old ghost.

After all, it was possible to obtain this magical artifact twenty years ago.

Add to that Lin Chang'an's appearance and ruthlessness, along with his mid-stage Qi Refining cultivation, and anyone would think he's an experienced old ghost who dares to walk alone at night.

However, when he saw that the doors and windows inside the house were protected with high-quality golden talismans, Lin Chang'an couldn't help but sigh.

"I never imagined that one day I would be worried about drawing too many talismans."

Extravagant! Too extravagant.

These could have been exchanged for spirit stones, but now they can only be coldly placed in storage bags, and even stuck to the door.

At this moment, he finally understood the pain of living but not daring to openly exchange talismans for spirit stones.

too difficult.

"Until there are safe channels to go to the black market, we will have to rely on first-grade low-level Divine Speed ​​Talismans for the time being."

For the sake of stability, Lin Chang'an sighed with heartache. He could have easily sold high-quality Golden Light Talismans to earn spirit stones, but instead he had to lower his standards and earn spirit crystals instead.

……

After advancing to the fourth level of Qi Refining, Lin Chang'an became even more motivated.

He resumed his reclusive life, which others found boring but which he enjoyed immensely: cultivating, drawing talismans, eating monster meat, and sleeping.

On the street outside.

"Who is this? Stewing monster meat so early in the morning, aren't they afraid of getting a sore throat?"

A newly emerged cultivator, upon smelling the aroma of the meat, immediately felt an overwhelming urge to spit it out.

It's not that cultivators can't afford meat, but rather that monster meat is a bit too expensive in terms of spirit crystals.

If you want to eat meat, just go outside and you'll find plenty of wild animals.

"Shh, keep your voice down. The smell of meat is coming from Master Lin's house."

"It's actually Master Lin!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator was first taken aback, then filled with envy, followed by a sour taste in his mouth:
"They say that a mediocre talisman master is worse than a dog, but these savvy talisman masters are indeed faster at acquiring spirit crystals than us desperados."

"Spirit crystals? You must be joking. A high-quality talisman is worth a spirit stone. Once this talisman master Lin becomes more skilled and learns to make mid-grade first-tier talismans, he'll be worth at least three spirit stones."

On the street, two cultivators said enviously, "Almost every cultivator can draw talismans, but those who can draw exquisite talismans are one in a thousand."

……

This day.

Li Erniu, however, was in a hurry, and knocked on the door with a look of urgency on his face.

"Brother Lin, Old Master Lu is seriously ill and on his deathbed."

"what!"

Upon hearing this news, Lin Chang'an was filled with worry and then overwhelmed with emotion.

Elder Lu was the immortal master who led them into the world of cultivation twenty years ago. Even when the two of them failed the test, Elder Lu gave them some guidance on the path ahead.

"Erniu, we have to go see Master Lu off on his final journey."

Although they were not master and disciple, he had given them a second chance at life, and he and Erniu should be called Master Lu.

As for why Erniu was the first to receive the letter, it can only be attributed to the advantages of being a son-in-law and the stability of the Zhou family, the Beast Tamer.

Unlike him, a first-level rogue cultivator, who might need to change residences any day, sending letters to the Zhou family is more convenient. Even if something happens to the two of them, the Zhou family will reply immediately.

I've missed the signing deadline, so I'm asking for your support with your monthly votes, fellow cultivators.
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(End of this chapter)