Clan Cultivation: Starting with Plundering Demonic Beast Talents

After obtaining the core talisman inheritance, Lin Qingyang attempted to refine some of the mid-grade talismans, such as the Fire Serpent Talisman and the Hurricane Blade Talisman.

Because he didn't have the advantage of plundering demonic beasts, his proficiency improved very slowly, but it brought him many insights. By drawing inferences from similar cases, his talisman skills improved even faster.

In just one month, he improved to the proficiency level by constantly refining water clamp talismans. Now, he earns twenty spirit stones a month, not counting costs.

On this day, he went to Wangyue River as usual to look after the red-tailed spirit fish.

Now, the number of red-tailed spirit fish in the spirit pool has exceeded ten. After another round of breeding, the family will start selling the spirit fish to earn spirit stones.

He could also exchange some plundering talents for them, so he paid close attention to the growth of the fish swarm.

"Not bad. After a month of seclusion, it's rumored that you've taken over half of the family's Water Clamp Talismans."

When Lin Qinggui saw him coming, he offered his congratulations and handed him a plate of shredded bluefish.

"He's only skilled at using water-claw talismans. He needs to refine another mid-grade talisman to be considered a mid-grade talisman master."

Lin Qingyang took the sliced ​​bluefish and tasted it. The spiritual energy in it was about 20% lower than before. However, looking at the bluefish bone in one of the slices, he said, "Brother Qinggui, you've already controlled the cost of this bluefish sliced ​​dish to be equivalent to that of a single bluefish, right?"

"That's natural. At most, I will report to Elder Zongbai in a few days."

Lin Qinggui rubbed his hands together, looking at the red-tailed spirit fish not far away. "I still hope that Uncle Nineteen can appease these spirit fish as soon as possible."

"Once the elders approve it and the new resources come through, I will prepare to use the Crimson-tailed Spirit Fish to research first-grade mid-level spirit cuisine."

Lin Qingyang's expression immediately changed, and he quickly walked to the spirit pool, asking, "What's wrong with the Crimson-Tailed Spirit Fish?"

This is a crucial part of his future plans; he has almost saved up enough spirit stones.

If he can't refine the Water Escape Talisman and become a mid-grade talisman master, he won't be able to be sent out as a resident talisman master.

When he walked over, the situation became clear: Uncle Nineteen, Lin Zongyu, was scattering Blood Marrow Pills, and more than ten Crimson-tailed Spirit Fish were clashing in the water, fighting frantically for them, and even splitting into two camps, which could easily cause damage.

Lin Zongyu, dressed in a straw raincoat, frowned deeply. He could clearly see that two of the red-tailed spirit fish had exceptionally strong spiritual energy and were about to break through to the sixth level of Qi Refining. That's why they were frantically fighting with their underlings for resources.

He rarely encountered this situation, since spirit fish and demonic beasts are generally mild-mannered, but these red-tailed spirit fish are a mutated species, and there is no precedent to draw upon.

The incident happened suddenly, and he lacked the magical power to stop it.

"You two stay here and watch. I'll go and fetch a deacon at the late Qi Refining stage. We can't let the spirit fish continue fighting."

Lin Zongyu tried various methods, but to no avail, so he had no choice but to seek help.

Seeing the bloodstains in the spirit lake, Lin Qinggui's ferocity was further aroused, and the red-tailed spirit fish fought even more fiercely. He quickly said, "Wait, Uncle Nineteen, I see that some spirit fish have already had their scales broken. I guess they won't be able to wait for reinforcements."

"I have recently mastered a new spell that may be able to separate them temporarily."

Lin Zongyu hesitated for a moment. After all, these few spirit fish had cost the family nearly a hundred spirit stones. If anything went wrong, he, as the steward, would also be punished.

Lin Qinggui, though unaware of Lin Qingyang's plans, spoke up in support, "Uncle Nineteen, don't hesitate. Give Qingyang the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. You can keep an eye on things. There won't be any major problems, so there's no rush."

Finally, Lin Zongyu made up his mind, "You cast the spell, and I'll make you stop. You must reverse the magic power and damage your meridians. I'll provide the elixir later."

"Don't worry, I understand."

Lin Qingyang agreed, then made a hand seal. The jade talisman emitted a faint light, and a large amount of water vapor was gathered into two water pincers. Then, he decisively divided the dozen or so red-tailed spirit fish into four areas.

Because they are both water-attribute, and he had deliberately gathered a lot of water spiritual energy around the water pincers, the red-tailed spirit fish was only dispersed by the massive water spiritual energy. With a flick of its tail, it was still as lively as ever in the water.

"Quickly, trap those two largest spirit fish."

Seeing that the crisis was over, Lin Zongyu finally felt relieved.

After about fifteen minutes, the spirit pool was divided into three areas. The two red-tailed spirit fish that were about to break through each occupied one area, and the remaining red-tailed spirit fish occupied one area.

Under the influence of the Blood Marrow Pill, the two spirit fish quickly began their advancement process.

Lin Zongyu, who was standing to the side, took off his raincoat and smiled as he looked at the scene.

Then, he looked at Lin Qingyang beside him and sincerely thanked him, "Qingyang, you've been a great help this time. Don't worry, I'll report any reward you want."

He was also somewhat frightened. This mutated spirit fish was too violent when it advanced. It was estimated that it could devour the remaining spirit fish in less than a quarter of an hour. At that time, the family would lose at least several hundred spirit stones.

Lin Qingyang shook his head. He wasn't doing this for the reward. "Uncle Nineteen, it's my duty to look after the fishpond. There's no need for a reward."

"When these red-tailed spirit fish are sold, could you please reserve a few for me to study talismans?"

Lin Zongyu looked him over and, seeing that he didn't seem to be faking it, smiled with satisfaction. "This is a small matter, I'll take the decision. I'll save ten for you."

"In addition, the family price is ten spirit stones per spirit fish. You can pay fifty spirit stones at that time, which can be considered as a benefit for our fishpond staff."

"Thank you, Uncle Nineteen."

Lin Qingyang bowed and thanked him, for this was truly an unexpected delight.

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After saving the red-tailed spirit fish with the water tongs, Uncle Nineteen specially granted Lin Qingyang a half-month vacation.

On this day, he had just finished drawing a batch of water clamp talismans when suddenly, a message talisman flew in.

He reached out and took it in his hand. After reading the contents, a smile appeared on his face. He tossed the spirit brush aside and said, "Finally, it's here. This month, it's been a bit difficult to draw mid-grade talismans with a low-grade talisman brush."

This was the message sent by the Imperial Household Department.

He quickly left the cave and headed to the mountainside.

When he arrived, there were already more than thirty clansmen waiting to exchange for spiritual items.

In front of the Imperial Household Hall, three turquoise oxen were dozing off, pulling behind them the resources that the family had brought back.

This blue ox was a mid-grade demon beast rescued from the Southern Wilderness by the previous patriarch of the clan. Because of its gentle nature, it later settled down in Qingchi Mountain.

Because of their extraordinary endurance and speed comparable to a late-stage first-tier cultivator, they can earn dozens of spirit stones each year by transporting goods as a caravan.

Supervisor Lin Zongxun was urging his subordinates to move the piled-up goods into the warehouse.

Upon seeing Lin Qingyang arrive, his eyes flickered slightly, and he walked over. "Qingyang, you've come for those two talisman brushes, haven't you?"

"Exactly."

"Six or seven talisman-making apprentices have already inquired about this this month, all hoping to exchange for a mid-grade talisman pen to break through to the mid-grade talisman master level. However, you have already been included in the family's talisman master training candidate list, so the exchange is a priority."

"The only ones who are a bit of a problem are those two."

Lin Qingyang frowned slightly and looked in the direction he was pointing. On the left was an old man with gray hair and calloused right hand. He was looking at the goods with anticipation in his eyes.

"This is an elder of the Yao generation in the family, Uncle Yaocheng. Although he has a low-grade spiritual root, he has spent his life drawing talismans. Moreover, when the family was besieged thirty years ago and everything was in ruins, he took the initiative to contribute his spirit stones. Even Uncle Yaoming would have to give him some face here."

"His situation is similar to yours. He can advance to become a mid-grade talisman master by refining another talisman to more than 30%."

After Lin Zongxun finished his introduction, he looked to the right and saw a female cultivator in a red dress with a hint of arrogance on her face.

"That's Brigitte Lin over there, who's your contemporary. She's also on the list of candidates for training as a talisman master, but her talisman skills are probably not as good as yours."

"But the troublesome thing is that her older sister, Lin Qingwan, drew two kinds of mid-grade talismans five years ago and has been listed as a candidate for training as a high-grade talisman master."

Lin Qingyang also had a headache after hearing this. His uncle, who belonged to the Yao generation, had spent his whole life drawing talismans, and his skill in talismans was probably no less than his own.

He knew about the high-grade talisman master trainee; he received talisman-making materials worth one hundred spirit stones every year for ten years.

This status already puts one foot in the upper echelons of the family.

The other party's younger sister is probably no pushover either.

This time, exchanging for a mid-grade talisman pen will likely encounter some setbacks.

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