Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 587 Another True Man Qingxu

After leaving the certification association, Ji An looked for Zhang Jun and said:
"Take me to a place, Changmaobao Talisman Shop in the Talisman District, do you remember it?"

Master Qingfeng specifically mentioned this place, indicating that there might be something to gain from it.

There's an interesting phenomenon when you go to the hospital in your past life: the doctor might prescribe a medicine that's not available in the hospital pharmacy, but happens to be available in a pharmacy near the hospital.

He privately suspected that Qingfeng Zhenren's actions were an alternate version of this strange phenomenon.

Zhang Jun nodded and smiled:
"This talisman shop is very famous. Although the shop is not big, it only sells talismans of the highest grade or above. It takes the route of high-end products and the cultivators who come and go are all wealthy people."

Ji An nodded slightly, and crimson clouds rose from beneath his feet, supporting the two of them.

"I will fly away on the clouds, and you will show me the way."

Zhang Jun stretched out his arm and said:

"Senior, just follow the direction my arm is pointing."

Ji An quickened his pace and soon arrived at the place, where the two golden seal characters 'Changmao' shone brightly on the black signboard.

The sign looks spotless, so it must have been wiped down frequently or recently repainted.

They entered the shop, which was indeed small, but tastefully decorated. Ji An gave instructions:

"I want to purchase some third-tier talisman materials to draw the Gengjin Divine Thunder Talisman. I heard from Master Qingfeng that I can buy the materials here."

He used the name of the shop without any hesitation, and there must be a reason why Master Qingfeng specifically mentioned this shop.

The deacon stepped forward and said:
"Please wait in the VIP room, senior. I will ask the manager to speak with you in person."

He couldn't get involved in the business of third-tier talisman materials; only the shopkeeper had the authority to make decisions.

Upon arriving at the VIP room, a maid brought two cups of spiritual tea and a plate of pastries. Ji An took a few bites and then closed his eyes to rest, while Zhang Jun picked up a pastry and chewed it, trying his best not to make a sound.

A moment later, a kind-faced, thin monk entered the room. He had gray hair, wore a tall, upright crown, and a ochre-colored Taoist robe.

"I am Qingxu Zhenren. I heard that you are going to purchase third-tier materials. May I ask what kind of talisman you wish to draw?"

His gentle tone, coupled with his dignified and otherworldly appearance, gave people a sense of trustworthiness.

"Does your shop have the materials needed to draw the Geng Metal Divine Thunder Talisman?"

A strange look flashed across Ji An's face; the other person's face bore a five or six-point resemblance to Master Qingfeng.

In addition, there was once a Pure Void Immortal in the Western Continent, who later perished during the period when the demon calamity broke out.

The Golden Core cultivators of the Western Continent united to avenge 'him', and it is said that they killed a demon cultivator in the late Golden Core stage.

"Of course, our store not only deals in finished talismans, but also buys and sells all kinds of high-level talisman-making materials."

However, our materials are expensive, so please be prepared.

Ji An chuckled, "Tell me how expensive it is."

"The price of talisman materials is half that of a high-quality finished talisman drawn with such materials."

Master Qingxu revealed the answer, his gaze fixed on Ji An's changing expression. This meant that without a 50% success rate in talisman making, it would definitely result in a loss.

If the talisman maker lacks confidence in their skills, they will inevitably give up on making the purchase.

Ji An simply nodded calmly, "I'd like to hear the actual quote."

His main purpose was to practice drawing talismans and to cover up his actions, so he presented himself as someone who was extremely wealthy and powerful.

Besides, based on his past experience, he has never lost money making talismans.

Master Qingxu replied with a smile:
"Currently, we only have third-tier talisman paper and cinnabar, with each set of materials costing ten high-grade spirit stones."

This price is extremely expensive, but a top-grade thunder talisman can be used as a life-saving trump card, and even Golden Core cultivators are willing to buy a few to protect themselves.

"I'll take all the materials you have, fellow Daoist."

Master Qingxu shook his head. "I can only sell you five sets of materials at most. If you want to continue buying, you must prove your talisman-making ability."

If your skills are exceptional, we are willing to maintain a long-term cooperative relationship with you.

Given the scarcity of materials, the shop has no trouble selling its talisman materials.

He was willing to sell five sets of materials to test whether the other party was qualified to cooperate.

If the other party's craftsmanship is indeed excellent, he naturally wouldn't go against the spirit stones.

Among Golden Core cultivators, those with powerful talisman-making abilities are rare. If a shop wants to develop, it needs to attract more cultivators with extremely exquisite skills.

Ji An took out fifty high-grade spirit stones and placed them on the table. "Then give me five sets of materials."

"Alright," Master Qingxu put away the spirit stones and took out the talisman paper and cinnabar directly from the Void Cave Stone.

"There is one more thing I need to tell you, my friend: it is very rare to be able to draw talismans of the highest quality using talisman paper and cinnabar as materials."

Ji An nodded. "I understand."

After leaving Changmao Treasure Talisman Shop, Ji An flew to the Golden Puppet Pavilion and found the Mysterious Wood Immortal.

"Fellow Daoist, I have a question for you. When will the merchant airships heading to the Western Continent depart?"

Master Xuanmu replied:
"Unless there are special circumstances, it only takes 30 years to go, and there are still 10 years until the next departure."

"Fellow Daoist, you wouldn't be thinking of going back to the Western Continent, would you?"

News of the True Demon Calamity had already spread throughout the Central Continent, and many cultivators wanted to leave and seek refuge elsewhere, which he scoffed at.

Zhongzhou has always been a disaster zone during demonic outbreaks, but it is also the region with the strongest defenses. When demonic energy reaches its peak, most areas of the cultivation world are transformed into demonic realms. Although this lasts only a few years, there is no safe place in the world during that time.

In the past, several super Nascent Soul sects in Zhongzhou fell, all during that period.

The true demons gathered a large number of demons to launch a strong attack. Even the mountain gate of the Nascent Soul Sect, which was built on a fourth-order spiritual vein, could not withstand it. However, the areas that fell were mostly small and medium-sized forces.

He had heard the sect's patriarch say that this was very likely a deliberate attempt by the true demons to destroy the powerful lineage of the cultivation world.

Not only humans, but also the demon beast race has encountered such a situation. When the last True Demon Calamity broke out, the Golden Horned Bull race, which had several Nascent Soul level warriors, became history forever.

Ji An gently shook his head, "I have no such plans. I just wanted to ask someone to send a message to the sect: will you be traveling with the flying boat this time, fellow Daoist?"

Master Xuanmu nodded slightly. "I need to follow you three times in a row. The next time will be the second time. Please feel free to ask me what you need me to do."

The Golden Spirit Sect can now provide a lot of resources, and for the Golden Puppet Pavilion, the second-tier top-grade Azure Dragon Wood is a relatively important resource.

In addition, he speculated that the Golden Spirit Sect possessed high-grade Vajra Bodhi wood, and maintaining a good relationship with them would allow him to obtain more in the future.

"Thank you," Ji An said solemnly, cupping his hands in greeting. "Just send me a message via the golden sword before you set off, and I will hand over the items to you."

"It was nothing, no need to thank me."

Ten days later.

Upon receiving the message from Jinrong Zhenren, Ji An hurriedly arrived at Yunhai Immortal City and landed in front of Wanbaoge.

Led by the deacon, he entered the backyard and sensed the burgeoning fire elemental energy, as if there were a volcano brewing an eruption underground.

When he entered the refining room, he saw the alchemy furnace floating in a ball of crimson-gold flames.

Wan Jinrong focused intently on urging the flames, as if that was everything to him.

He would occasionally cast magical seals into the alchemy furnace, and mysterious spiritual light would flow from his fingers and merge into the furnace, as if they had always been one.

The deacon stepped forward and said in a deep voice:

"Elder, True Person Xuanqing has arrived."

Wan Jinrong didn't speak. He nodded slightly, his gaze still fixed on the flames in front of him. The refining process had entered a critical moment, and everything in the world seemed to have drifted away from him.

The steward returned to Ji An's side and said apologetically:

"Please wait a moment, Master. This is how the Elder is when he enters the weapon-refining state. He did not mean any disrespect to you."

He needs to provide the necessary explanation to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings.

Ji An smiled and nodded, "I am very happy that Fellow Daoist Jinrong has done so much for me in crafting this magic weapon."

The deacon bowed his head and gave a slight bow:
"Thank you for your understanding."

A moment later, the steward's face turned bright red, and sweat poured down his forehead like water. The temperature here was too high; it was not something a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator like him could endure for long.

At that moment, he felt a burning pain on his exposed skin, and his breath felt like he was swallowing a ball of fire.

Ji An sensed his condition and waved his hand, saying:

"I'll stay here. If anything happens, I'll discuss it with Fellow Daoist Jinrong. You may leave now."

If they stay, the other party might lose half their life.

The deacon looked on with gratitude. "Thank you so much for your understanding, Master. I shall take my leave now."

His voice was hoarse at that moment, and speaking sounded like a razor blade scraping his throat.

He immediately turned and left, afraid to stay even a second longer. He walked out of the weapon-refining room and closed the door. Once the heat and restlessness were shut out, he slowly exhaled a long breath.

"He's alive again!"

Inside the refining room, Ji An quietly watched the alchemy furnace, sensing that it was undergoing a transformation.

This wait lasted for an hour.

Wan Jinrong cast another protective spell on the alchemy furnace, causing it to vibrate violently. He then withdrew from his intense concentration and turned to look:

“Fellow Daoist Ji, just like refining the Azure Lotus Treasure Banner, you need to perform a blood sacrifice. This will make it easier for you to control the alchemy furnace.”

As long as it's not a natal magic weapon, a cultivator's blood sacrifice doesn't affect others' use of it; it just won't be as smooth for them to use it.

If a powerful force wants to refine a legacy magic weapon, there is no blood sacrifice step.

"Understood. When do we start?"

"I will remove the alchemy furnace from the fire for a short time. You can then inject your blood into the furnace and stop when I give you instructions."

After Wan Jinrong finished speaking, he used his object control technique to remove the alchemy furnace from the flames.

At this moment, the alchemy furnace was completely red, like flowing magma, as if it possessed life.

The flamingo's wings in relief are outlined with golden patterns, and the fire crystal in its beak also shines with golden light, like a small sun rising.

Ji An pinched the Golden Light Technique, cut his finger, and controlled the blood in his body to gush outward, like a high-pressure water tap.

He had to do this because the skin would quickly tighten and scab over.

Fresh blood surged into the alchemy furnace, and its surface rippled with a shimmering light resembling water ripples.

At this moment, a clear sound came from the alchemy furnace, as if the soul of a flamingo had truly been captured inside.

　I completely forgot to schedule the posting...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)