Fairy Eye

He had the idea, but figuring out a solution to the predicament was an impossible task.

Negotiate with the withered old man?

This is simply impossible.

Your life is in the other person's hands; what right do you have to bargain with them?

That leaves only one path: to break the blood curse in one's mind.

But if he had that ability, why would he have gone through all that trouble to plot the Blood Spirit Bowl?

"I should find an opportunity to buy some books on cultivation and observation. Although I have some cultivation now, I know absolutely nothing about incantations. This is putting me at a significant disadvantage!"

Han Lin thought about it and finally decided to try to find a solution from the spell itself.

He then turned around and went back to his room, released the Heavenly Realm, and began making talismans.

At first, he depicted the subject matter in a very conventional way.

But after drawing for a while, Han Lin suddenly thought of the Blood Spirit Bowl in his arms.

So, out of curiosity, he poured the beast's blood from a jade bottle into it.

Under Han Lin's expectant gaze, the beast blood in the bowl began to decrease rapidly, but its color gradually became brighter.

In the end, after the Blood Spirit Bowl refined the full bowl of beast blood, less than one-tenth remained.

Han Lin activated his Heavenly Eye to take a look, and then exclaimed in amazement.

The remaining beast blood was truly pure; even under the observation of the Eye of Heaven, almost no impurities could be found.

He immediately picked up a brush and drew two golden knife talismans, and as expected, they were successfully sealed.

"This bowl is truly a treasure."

Han Lin was overjoyed, and then continued to refine the beast blood, trying it out.

After several hours of verification, Han Lin finally came to a conclusion.

He used refined beast blood to inscribe mid-grade spirit talismans, achieving a terrifying success rate of almost 100%.

Although refining beast blood resulted in significant losses, it reduced the waste of talisman paper and greatly alleviated mental strain.

Originally, drawing a hundred pictures would only yield twenty or so, but now drawing a hundred pictures yields a hundred. The same mental effort yields completely different results.

In the end, Han Lin successfully produced 300 finished spirit talismans using the 300 catties of beast blood given to him by Ji Bai.

It's equivalent to one talisman for every pound of beast blood.

This success rate was absolutely impossible to achieve before.

Even using the Returning Origin Runes from the Talisman Academy, unrefined beast blood can only produce a maximum of eighty or ninety sheets.

"With such a high success rate, it would be a real shame not to use it to make some money."

Thinking that once he left, he might never be able to return to Yuanzong.

Han Lin decided to go all out and use his talisman-drawing skills to get some spirit stones from the Guiyuan Sect.

The next morning, Han Lin rode a crane to the Hundred Treasures Hall of the outer sect and exchanged all three hundred spirit talismans for contribution points, totaling forty-eight thousand.

Then, in the evening, they went to Red Maple Valley to purchase animal blood.

But he didn't gain much, because he hadn't come to buy the beast blood for a long time, and many people had sold it to the Talisman Academy.

Later, while strolling around, Han Lin saw something that interested him at a stall.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a Qi Refining Level 6 cultivation.

He was quite polite to Han Lin, saying, "Junior brother, are you interested in these books? These are miscellaneous books I bought from outside. After reading them myself, I'm exchanging them for some contribution points. If you want them, I'll sell them to you cheaply!"

On the stall in front of the middle-aged man were twenty or thirty books of all kinds.

"Let me see."

Han Lin squatted down and began picking through the numerous books.

"One Hundred Explanations of Array Formations, One Hundred Explanations of Restrictions, Introductory Manual to Elixir Making, Concise Edition of the Cultivation Manual, Low-Level Beast Manual, Anecdotes of Talismans... Hmm, these are not bad. How much do you want?"

After much deliberation, Han Lin finally selected six books, feeling that they might be helpful to him.

"Six books. If you really want them, Junior Brother, I'll give you six hundred contribution points. What do you say?"

The middle-aged stall owner said somewhat nervously.

"OK."

Han Lin didn't haggle and directly took out six contribution cards and handed them to the other party.

"This guy is really generous. These books are just cheap stuff you can find everywhere, and he didn't even haggle over the price! I reckon he'd be lucky to get 400 contribution points for them." A bystander nearby muttered to himself.

"Hey, senior brother, don't you even know who he is? Do you really care about a hundred or two points?" A boy next to him said with a grin.

"What do you mean? You know him?"

"Of course! Don't let his straw hat fool you, everyone here knows he's Senior Brother Han, the King of Talismans."

"Exactly, you're so ignorant, you don't even know Senior Brother Han."

"What?! No way, he's the talisman king who caused such a stir a while ago?"

"That's right! Senior Brother Han used to come here often to buy beast blood, but he rarely comes after he went to the Talisman Academy!"

"Good heavens, I was truly blind to his true nature, I didn't even know he was Senior Brother Han..."

faint.

Han Lin was speechless when he heard people talking about him so openly behind his back.

Unexpectedly, even though I haven't been to Red Maple Valley for so long, I was still recognized at a glance.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man at the stall was stunned for a moment, and the books he had handed over froze in mid-air.

"Brother Han, you can take this book and read it. I won't charge you; consider it a friendly gesture!"

"Senior brother, they've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not some kind of Talisman King at all." Han Lin took the book with one hand, put the contribution card into the other person's hand with the other, and got up to leave.

"Tch, listen to your nonsense. See, they've already said they're not like that."

The burly man was speechless upon hearing this.

"Heh, I'm too lazy to explain to you." The person next to him shook his head and turned to leave.

On the other side, Han Lin had only taken a few steps when he was blocked by a person dressed in blue and also wearing a bamboo hat.

"Senior Brother Han, there's something I'd like to discuss with you. Could I take up a little of your time?"

"Who are you?"

Han Lin looked at the person in front of him suspiciously, feeling that he seemed somewhat familiar.

"Tang Chuan."

The man in blue robes and a bamboo hat spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Brother Tang..."

Han Lin was taken aback. No wonder this person gave him a strange sense of familiarity. He nodded and said, "Okay, where to?"

"Is Galaxy Valley convenient?" Tang Chuan's tone was somewhat humble.

"sure."

Han Lin nodded and left the square with Tang Chuan.

Tang Chuan didn't say a word the whole way, just kept his head down and hurried on his way.

It wasn't until he passed by courtyard number 501 that he finally sighed and said, "Senior Brother Han, do you know that Wang Qinghe hasn't been back for a long time?"

"Really? I hadn't paid much attention to that." Han Lin feigned surprise.

"This is the tragedy of the lower class. I reckon he's already dead outside, but there's been no movement from within the sect."

Tang Chuan shook his head, opened his courtyard gate, and said, "Senior brother, please come in."

Han Lin walked in, saying as he went, "Brother Tang, why be so formal? Just call me Brother Han."

"That won't do. Things are different now. Not only is your cultivation far superior to mine, but you are also a dignified Talisman King. How could I possibly offend you?"

Upon hearing this, Han Lin suddenly stopped in his tracks: "If that's what Brother Tang says, then I won't go in."