Fairy Eye

August fifteen.

There are still two weeks until the Goose Returning Festival.

Qingyun Town is already overcrowded, and even the old inn where Han Lin usually stays is full.

He's been here for almost two months. Most of the time, he's been making talismans at the inn, only venturing into the mountains to hunt monsters himself when he can't buy beast blood.

Most of the monsters on the outskirts are low-level, and there aren't as many as you might imagine. If you're unlucky, it's not surprising to leave empty-handed.

Over the past two months, Han Lin's reputation in the market has grown again, and almost everyone knows that a remarkable talisman maker has arrived in the market.

Even the three major gangs were envious of his talisman production and sent people over several times to win him over and try to recruit him.

Han Lin rejected all of them.

Although the three major gangs were annoyed, they did not resort to force, after all, Han Lin was not only skilled in making talismans, but also had a genuine late-stage Qi Refining cultivation level.

They didn't want to ruin things before they found out his background.

If this guy is a genius disciple from a powerful family or even a sect, making a move rashly would undoubtedly be asking for trouble.

Han Lin was initially worried that he would be recognized by the Qingyun Gang.

But after he changed into a yellow robe and a yellow straw hat, it seemed that no one knew that he was the former "Ugly Fifth Brother".

"Oh, Master Lin, you're only just arriving? I've been looking everywhere for you!"

In the evening, Han Lin arrived at Qingyun Square as usual. He had only taken a few steps when a middle-aged man came up to him.

"Looking for me?"

Han Lin calmly asked, "What is it?"

"Hehe, I got some low-level beast blood when I went into the mountains a few days ago, and I wanted to exchange it for a few spirit talismans with you..." The middle-aged man looked expectant.

"Okay, let me set up the stall first."

"Okay."

After the two finished speaking...

Han Lin looked around, walked to a deserted corner, and took out a cloth and some talismans, placing them on the ground.

As soon as he finished setting it up, a lot of people gathered around him.

His talismans are very cheap: one low-grade talisman costs two spirit stones, and a mid-grade talisman costs two spirit stones. Moreover, they can be directly exchanged for beast blood, making them very popular among rogue cultivators.

Han Lin prioritized exchanging spirit talismans with the middle-aged man from earlier. Twenty catties of low-grade beast blood were exchanged for two low-grade spirit talismans.

But just as they were about to make a deal with someone, a commotion suddenly broke out outside, and a group of Qingmojiao disciples squeezed in.

"Master Lin, our Ink Dragon Society wants all your talismans! How about we do you a favor?" The leader was a middle-aged man at the eighth level of Qi Refining. He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Han Lin and said with a smile.

Seeing this, everyone moved away from the Mo Jiao Society members.

Don't be fooled by how polite these people are to "Master Lin"; in reality, they are all ruthless characters who will devour people without spitting out the bones.

Seeing this, Han Lin calmly said, "So it's Fellow Daoist Zhong. I'm just a businessman, selling to whomever I want. If you can acquire them all, why would I be unhappy?"

"However, you should know that I, Lin, never extend credit here." To make things easier, he referred to himself as Lin Han.

The middle-aged man in front of him was named Zhong Shanlang, the leader of the Mo Jiao Society. He had tried to recruit him, but Zhong Shanlang refused.

Han Lin understood that although Zhong Shanlang didn't say anything on the surface, he was actually very unhappy with him. Zhong Shanlang felt that Han Lin had been too arrogant and hadn't taken him, the leader of the Mo Jiao Society, seriously.

But at this moment, Zhongshan Wolf seemed to have forgotten the unpleasant past, crossing his arms and looking full of confidence.

"I understand Master Lin's rules perfectly well. Don't worry, I've brought enough money! Just take out as many talismans as you have."

"OK."

Seeing this, Han Lin pretended to reach into his storage bag at his waist. A flash of spiritual light appeared in his hand, and he took out two thick stacks of talismans.

He then picked up several talismans from the stall that were being displayed and put them together.

"I have a total of 300 low-grade spirit talismans and 80 mid-grade spirit talismans here, for a total of 310 low-grade spirit stones."

Han Lin stood up as he spoke.

Zhong Shanlang's face lit up with joy, and he reached out to take it, but Han Lin withdrew his hand. "Fellow Daoist Zhong, please pay first."

"Master Lin doesn't even have this much trust?" Zhong Shanlang's face stiffened.

Han Lin chuckled: "This is no small sum. If Fellow Daoist Zhong takes it and runs, am I supposed to chase after your Mo Jiao Society to demand it back?"

"I'm truly impressed by you..."

Zhong Shanlang felt a lump in his throat; in fact, he really did have this plan.

It wasn't that they didn't want to pay, but rather that they wanted to take this opportunity to bring Han Lin to the Mo Jiao Society for a proper chat.

Despite his anger, Zhong Shanlang did not forcibly take it, but instead took out a bright blue ball of light and presented it to Han Lin.

"Master Lin, would you like some?"

Inside the ball of light, miniature spirit stones shimmered with a faint blue light, leaving everyone staring in disbelief.

More than three hundred spirit stones! If they were given those, they could all cultivate to the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

But they only dared to think about it in their hearts. Neither Han Lin nor Zhong Shanlang were people like them who were only at the early stage of Qi Refining.

"Fellow Daoist Zhong is indeed straightforward."

Han Lin's eyes lit up slightly. He grabbed a ball of spirit stone with one hand, and then pressed it onto his storage bag. The ball of light disappeared without a trace.

Then he presented the two stacks of talismans to Zhong Shanlang, saying, "Fellow Daoist Zhong, would you like to take a look?"

"No need for that. I trust Master Lin's reputation!" Zhong Shanlang scanned the talisman a few times with his divine sense, then smiled and put it away.

There's not a shred of trustworthiness about them.

Han Lin didn't mind, bent down to pack up the stall, and prepared to leave.

Zhongshan Wolf suddenly shouted, "Master Lin, wait!"

"Is there anything else, Fellow Daoist Zhong?"

"Master Lin, are you really not going to consider our Ink Dragon Society?"

"As I said, I just want to make talismans in peace and quiet, and I have no interest in any power struggles." Han Lin shook his head and refused Zhong Shanlang again.

"Alright! How about we cooperate in a different way?"

"cooperate?"

"There are too many people here, Master. May I speak with you in private? Don't worry, we won't go to the Ink Dragon Society. You can choose the place, Master Lin."

Upon hearing this, Han Lin frowned, thought for a moment, and nodded: "Come with me."

After saying that, he walked out of the square.

Upon seeing this, Zhong Shanlang was delighted. He whispered a few words to a young man at the fifth level of Qi Refining beside him, and then left the square alone with Han Lin.

A moment later, at Qingyun Inn.

Han Lin sat in a corner by the window on the first floor and smiled, "Fellow Daoist Zhong, I don't have much time. Just tell me what you want to talk about."

Zhongshan Wolf laughed and said, "Master Lin, you must have heard of the Wild Geese Returning Festival, right?"

Han Lin nodded: "Of course."

Zhong Shanlang said, "Alright, then I won't waste any more words. The Wild Goose Return Festival is the greatest opportunity in Yandang Mountain! When the time comes, countless people will flock here."

"Our Mo Jiao Society will naturally not miss out either."

"However, even if the opportunity is good, you have to be alive to seize it. There are many dangers in Yandang Mountain, and many fellow cultivators are eyeing it covetously."

"To be on the safe side, our Mo Jiao Society has decided to recruit some powerful rogue cultivators to join our top team and search for treasure together."

"Master Lin is a master of talismanic arts, so his cultivation level must be quite high."

"Therefore, I have specially reserved a seat for you, hoping that you can join us on our journey to Yandang Mountain!"

At this point, Zhong Shanlang looked at Han Lin expectantly, "What do you think?"