Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

This thought, once it arose, was like a thunderbolt striking across the sea of ​​consciousness!

Lin Zhao felt his mind suddenly become clear and bright, and the "Taihe Yangyuan Gong" within his body circulated on its own, faintly resonating with the "Five Elements Rhyme Spirit Technique".

His aura instantly became harmonious and natural, achieving a wonderful sense of unity with the world, the roof tiles beneath his feet, and the gentle breeze.

He once again entered that profound and mysterious state of "unity of heaven and man," his divine consciousness seemingly merging with all things around him.

Sensing the condensation of night dew and listening to the whispers of the breeze, the divine sense that had been depleted in making the talisman was rapidly recovering and subtly increasing.

When he opened his eyes again, the sky was already turning a pale white, and the first rays of sunlight pierced the darkness, shining warmly on him.

Lin Zhao faced the rising sun, her heart filled with light.

His father named him "Zhao" in the hope that he would rise like the sun and shine brightly on his journey.

He couldn't help but ask himself, "Zhao means light. Can I, in the future, truly bring new light to the Lin family?"

The next day, Lin Zhao originally intended to find her uncle to report what had happened the previous day.

Lin's father said that his eldest uncle had already led the demon-hunting team to the Yunxia Mountains, and their return date was uncertain.

Lin Zhao had no choice but to recount her observations about Liu Yifeng and her conversation with Lin Xuan and Zhao Ziming the previous night to her father in detail.

"Xuan'er wants to emulate the practices of those aristocratic families and top demon-hunting teams, to become the 'face' of the Lin family to the outside world."

This is intended to attract attention and secure more resources and support from the family.

After listening, Lin's father pondered for a moment and then analyzed the situation.

Lin Zhao frowned. "This path is far too dangerous, putting ourselves in such a precarious position. Isn't there a safer way?"

"You have to be prepared to give as much as you want to receive."

Lin's father looked at his son, his tone meaningful, "Like you, not even sixteen years old yet, you already have the cultivation of the fourth level of Qi Refining, and your spiritual sense is comparable to the sixth level."

He has also shown exceptional talent in the art of talismans and is now a mid-grade first-tier talisman master.

This didn't come out of thin air; it's the result of your hard work and accumulation over the past ten years.

Do you remember? Before you even officially started cultivating, you had already read through every miscellaneous book, travelogue, and basic cultivation technique allowed in the family's library.

"This isn't too difficult, is it?" Lin Zhao said subconsciously. In his previous life, he was used to reading a lot of information.

"I don't know about other families, but among the younger generation of our Lin family, few can endure loneliness like you."

"You're the only one who's achieved this in the initial stages of cultivating immortality."

Lin's father said solemnly and with affirmation, "Your achievements today are all the result of your previous efforts."

To gain more, one naturally needs to put in far more effort than the average person and bear the corresponding risks.

Don't worry, we elders will keep a close eye on Xuan'er's movements.

The Lin family has survived to this day not because they are pushovers.

"As for your promise to teach Zimo how to make talismans..."

Lin's father then changed the subject, "That child isn't a bad person, and he's never slacked off in practicing basic runes."

You're about the same age, so you might be a better fit to teach than us old-fashioned folks, and it would be easier for you to communicate with us.

If you can help him overcome that hurdle and become a formal talisman master, it would be the best thing for both him and Uncle Zhao.

The next day, Zhao Ziming sat up, rubbing his throbbing forehead, and his fingertips touched a book on his pillow.

He picked up the book "Talisman Notes" and was taken aback by the handwriting on the pages; it was Lin Zhao's handwriting.

"Brother Zimo, it's time to practice your talismans."

The door opened with a sound, and Lin Zhao stood leaning against the door in the morning light.

Zhao Ziming vaguely felt that there seemed to be something inexplicable about this usually aloof cousin.

In the Lin family shop, only the two of them remained in the workroom. The air was filled with a faint scent of cinnabar and spiritual ink, mixed with a lingering sense of dejection.

Zhao Ziming attempted to draw a "spirit-summoning talisman" for the fourth time today, but the spiritual light at the tip of his brush once again dissipated at the crucial moment. The talisman paper made a soft "poof" sound and spontaneously combusted into a small pile of ashes.

His fingers, gripping the talisman brush, turned slightly white from the force, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Inside the workshop, the fourth spirit-summoning talisman spontaneously combusted into ashes the moment the spiritual light at the tip of the pen dissipated.

"Stop." Lin Zhao pressed down on Zhao Ziming's trembling wrist. "Your wrist needs to be flexible, and your mind needs to be focused. Continuing to practice will only be a waste of talismans."

Silence spread through the scent of cinnabar. Lin Zhao finally sighed, "Brother Zimo, how about we try a different approach?"

Cultivation is a hundred arts, and every path leads to the Great Way. Look at alchemy, it's quite good; isn't it said that 'alchemists are the most valuable'?

"We tried it last year." Zhao Ziming's ears turned bright red. "The furnace exploded on the first try."

"A furnace exploded?!" Lin Zhao's pupils dilated in shock. "What about weapon forging? Array formations? Beast taming?"

"I've tried them all." Zhao Ziming gripped the hem of his clothes tightly. "Only with talismans, I've succeeded three times!"

"Five years, three times"

Lin Zhao closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, his gaze was sharp as a blade. "Then let's focus on talismans! Five a day, and we can eventually become a talisman master!"

"A talisman..."

"I'll provide it!" came a voice clenched through gritted teeth, followed by, "The spirit stones for the talismans will be deducted after you become a talisman master."

The afternoon sun shone through the signboard of Lin's Talisman Shop into the lobby.

Lin Zhao sat behind the counter, a wisp of spiritual light dancing at his fingertips as he repeatedly dissected the rune structure of a miniature spell.

Since reporting Xuanjie's situation to Lin's father, Lin's father has been frequently going out. Zhao Ziming, on the other hand, is still battling with the talismans in the backyard.

Since Lin Zhao started using elixirs to aid his cultivation, his daily life has undergone significant changes.

In the past, it took five hours of meditation to ensure progress in cultivation, but now three hours is enough.

This is not slackness. After all, cultivators are still mortals, and there is a limit to the spiritual power that their meridians and dantian can bear.

Excessive cultivation can damage one's foundation in cultivation, which is why major families strictly require their members to cultivate.

The reason why one can only formally begin practicing Buddhism at the age of ten.

The Lin family's secret body-strengthening elixir is largely designed to enhance the physical body and expand its limits.

Lin Zhao could sense that once his strength broke through the thousand-pound mark, his physical body would undergo another transformation, at which point his daily cultivation time could be extended.

When he first started cultivating, he could only cultivate for one hour each day.

As time and cultivation level increased, the duration gradually extended to six hours.

Now, with the help of elixirs, three hours of cultivation is as effective as three days of cultivation before.

"No wonder cultivators are so eager for elixirs. Of all the arts of cultivation, alchemists are the most valuable. There's a reason for that," Lin Zhao thought to himself.

Such immediate results are indeed hard to resist.

Lin Zhao had considered learning alchemy, but the Lin family's alchemy skills were not highly regarded, and alchemy consumed too many resources, so Lin Zhao was not confident that he could succeed.