Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Li Jie was puzzled by the rapid breathing of the two people in front of him. Logically speaking, direct disciples of major cultivation sects should have seen this talisman before, let alone the fact that the two people in front of him were talisman cultivators.

As he pondered this, a thought suddenly struck him.

Could it be... that these two possess this precious talisman?

A fleeting thought of greed crossed his mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

Leaving aside the junior at the second level of Qi Refining, this young fairy who has already reached the Foundation Establishment stage and carries a storage pouch must be of extraordinary status, and may even have a hidden protector by her side.

If he were to act rashly, he might not even know how he died.

With a quick thought, Li Jie realized that the two people in front of him were not only short of money, but also did not know much about the rarity of the items.

Moreover, the auction will be held in a few days.

If a lucky charm like the "Good Fortune Talisman" could be the grand finale item, Huijin Pavilion's reputation might rise even higher, attracting more customers and earning praise from its previous owner.

Li Jie's backer is Wu Guihong, a disciple of an elder of the Juque Sect. He has been cultivating for only two hundred years, but he has already reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm and is quite famous in the sect.

And this Huajin Pavilion was one of his businesses for accumulating wealth.

Li Jie had pledged his loyalty to him early on and had made several minor but significant contributions, which is why he was entrusted with the important task of managing the Golden Pavilion, the gold treasure trove.

Although he has to hand over most of his profits every year, the rest is still enough for him to make a fortune.

Spirit stones and silver are secondary; the most important thing is that he must first select from the rare treasures in this lavish pavilion.

He dared not touch the extremely valuable items, but if he handled the other items with care, he might be able to keep one or two things he liked.

Thinking of this, he smiled even more warmly.

"Fellow Daoists, is there anything else you need? Perhaps you can find something in the Huijin Pavilion."

Li Jie did not bring up the matter of the "luck-changing talisman" right away, so as not to arouse people's jealousy for no reason.

Zhu Wuyao and the other person had calmed down. Although they were still heartbroken, they knew that now was not the time to regret. If outsiders noticed anything amiss, it would probably backfire.

Thinking of this, Zhu Wuyao glanced at Ji Yuezhang and spoke first:

"During our travels here, we encountered a mortal suffering from a serious illness. Feeling pity for him, we wanted to help him in exchange for a pill that could cure his ailment."

"Otherwise, I would never have sold the talismans I had for nothing."

Although she didn't know much about the cultivation world, recalling what had just happened, it wasn't hard for her to guess that the talismans she took out were a sign of her wealth.

If you're mistaken for a naive fool with the protection of elders, that's one thing, but if people realize you have no powerful backing, disaster may befall you.

Therefore, these words are meant to solidify the persona one has created.

Ji Yuezhang, who was standing next to her, was also clever and whispered, "We still have to save them."

Li Jie, who was standing nearby, overheard the conversation between the two and thought to himself, "Just as I thought."

Those who cultivate immortality should renounce worldly life and sever all ties with the mortal world. Yet, these two young girls risk being scolded by their master to sell such precious talismans in exchange for medicine to cure a mortal.

That's really wasteful.

It's obvious that they've never lacked resources since childhood, and they don't know how precious spirit stones are or how hard it is to find rare treasures.

However, it was just what he wanted.

Li Jie quickly came up with an idea: "To be honest, the Huijin Pavilion auction is in five days. There are some suitable pills available, but the price is hard to say."

"If you two fellow Daoists have a relaxed schedule, why not wait a few days and take a look at the auction?"

"There might be other treasures that I like, and if there are any items that I want to auction, they might fetch a high price at the auction."

Actually, this elixir is available now, and it's not expensive.

But Li Jie was unwilling to let the deal end there, and insisted on luring the two of them to the auction.

Worried about not having enough spirit stones?

Easy to say.

Just take out the talismans you have and auction them off.

No one could find fault with his actions, not even the secret protectors, Li Jie thought to himself with a sense of smug satisfaction.

As expected, the two fellow Daoists accepted the invitation and said they would definitely be there in five days.

Then, wearing that stylish black robe, he strolled away.

Little did they know that as soon as Zhu Wuyao and his companion turned the corner, they used a teleportation talisman and "whoosh" moved three kilometers away.

He tore off his black robe and burned it to ashes. He also sprayed some flower and herbal juice to cover up his body odor. After circulating his spiritual energy for a week, he searched his body and found no extra spiritual imprints.

They were terrified of being traced even the slightest bit.

After completing this process, the two lay down on the grass and let their minds go blank.

Even now, they are still somewhat bewildered.

“Miss Zhu, I know my family is prominent, but I never imagined I could spend so much money.”

Those handfuls of talismans that he tossed around would actually be considered rare and precious treasures in the outside world.

“I always knew I was poor, but I never imagined that I had squandered all my money.”

She actually used a talisman worth 500 spirit stones to change her luck, and even complained that it was not useful.

Thinking of the crystal-clear spirit stones and the glittering silver, Zhu Wuyao felt a pang of heartache.

"Should we sell a luck-changing talisman, earn some spirit stones, and exchange them for protective shields or other treasures? That way, we can save more people!" Ji Yuezhang sat up and asked with bright eyes.

Before Zhu Wuyao could respond, he shook his head and continued:

"No, no, such protective magical artifacts must be very expensive. One luck-changing talisman probably won't be enough. If we sell too many, it might attract attention."

"Yes." Zhu Wuyao plucked a blade of foxtail grass; the green stem tasted slightly sweet. After thinking for a moment, she suggested:

"How about we, in these five days, besides setting up a fortune-telling stall, find some shops run by cultivators and sell some talismans here and there to earn some spirit stones?"

Besides these, Zhu Wuyao also had a series of plans in mind.

But things have to be done one step at a time.

Feeling the heavy burden on her shoulders, she couldn't lie still any longer and immediately got up to go back.

With money in hand, the two saved themselves the trouble of walking and generously hired a carriage. Just as they were discussing where to rent a courtyard, they heard a commotion outside.

Lifting the curtain of the carriage, I saw—

Oh, it's someone I know.

It was actually Gu Lang?

No wonder I didn't see him when I went to Ink Trace Bookstore last time; it turns out he came to Nanli City.

Zhu Wuyao glanced at the crowd in front of him and immediately guessed what was going on.

It seems that Gu Lang is indeed a young man full of youthful vigor. The habits he developed in Beixuan City have not changed even after he arrived in Nanli City.

At this moment, he was standing up for an old beggar.

As for the group of three or five people opposite... Zhu Wuyao narrowed his eyes slightly and recognized that they were dressed as disciples of the Juque Sect.

It is estimated that the people from the Juque Sect were bullying the old beggar when Gu Lang stumbled upon them, and now the two sides are at an impasse.

Zhu Wuyao's thoughts stirred.

"Where did you come from, brat? The actions of the Juque Sect disciples are not for you to interfere with!"

"Exactly! Senior brother, let's teach him a lesson."

With just a few words, he surrounded Gu Lang and the beggar, and drew the sword from his back.

Gu Lang held a compass-like magical artifact in his hand, ready to infuse it with spiritual power at any moment.

"How can I not intervene when I see injustice?"

Gu Lang also assumed a fighting stance, but in reality, he was unsure of how many attacks the compass could withstand.

The battle seemed imminent.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out:

"well said!"

The speaker was none other than Zhu Wuyao.