"Host, what's wrong?"

This startled Jia Xitong.

"That depends on what you did."

Shang Yanting reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, calming his breathing.

His strength, which was originally close to advancing to the Martial Realm, has suddenly dropped, and his internal energy is now empty, indicating a significant decline in his cultivation.

This system was causing trouble in his mind; if it were before, he would have destroyed it long ago.

Jia Xitong, who was still immersed in the joy of successfully making the talisman, suddenly realized, "Did my talisman-making disturb you?"

"It didn't bother me, it just almost killed me."

The plain language is full of irony.

An awkward silence fell over the room.

"Well, the talisman was successfully cast."

Jia Xitong said dryly, then broke the awkward silence with a promise, "A talisman made from rare and precious materials, would you like it?"

She had barely finished speaking when she heard a system notification in her ear.

[Hello, task user. You currently owe 100 basic talismans. An advanced blessing talisman can offset 100 basic talismans.]

"want."

The male protagonist's voice and the system's voice sounded one after the other.

She now has three options regarding this advanced incantation talisman.

First: Pay off the debt to the system.

Second: Keep it for yourself

Third: To Shang Yanting.

Obviously, the first two options are most advantageous to her.

However, Shang Yanting helped her with the basics of talisman cultivation, and he deserves half the credit for her success in creating advanced Zhuyou talismans. Most importantly, he is still a pitiful person who is neither loved by his father nor his mother.

Aside from the fake system and the real readers who care about him, who else cares about him?

Jia Xitong chose the third option.

"Congratulations, host, you have obtained an advanced healing talisman. An advanced healing talisman is equivalent to 100 ordinary healing talismans."

You currently owe the system: 500 Explosion Talismans; 260 Incantation Talismans; 100 Solidification Talismans; totaling 900 ordinary talismans.

Shang Yanting paused as he received the high-grade incantation talisman. "How much do I owe?"

"900 ordinary talismans."

"Who taught you numerology?"

Ha, what's wrong with giving him something so good? Why not raise the interest rate a little?

She didn't even care that her cultivation level had been damaged, but she made a mental note of the small matter of calculating a few dozen extra talismans... Shang Yanting wrote down all the grudges in his mind.

The two tacitly avoided discussing this sensitive topic, focusing their attention on the advanced incantation talisman.

It just so happens that Shang Yanting was also internally injured. His internal energy was weak, which conveniently provided him with an excuse to take the medicine.

Light it, then eat it.

The moment it enters your mouth, it is filled with a mixture of grassy and fishy smells, and even your nasal cavity is filled with this smell.

The next second, Shang Yanting collapsed onto the bed, making a loud thud as the wood fell.

He was unconscious, but conscious.

After consuming the incantation talisman, a warm current rapidly filled his parched roots.

The spiritual energy within his body increased rapidly, and his meridians expanded passively. The spiritual energy, which was originally like a trickle and was often blocked in his hands and feet, now surged like a wild horse. In particular, the intense pain from the broken meridians felt as if his meridians were being torn apart once again.

The spiritual energy washed over his meridians again and again, widening them. A large amount of spiritual energy was blocked at the broken joints in his hands and feet, urgently needing an outlet to clear the blockage.

Jia Xitong saw that Shang Yanting was covered in cold sweat and his body was trembling.

According to the tropes of male protagonists in fantasy novels, is this because Shang Yanting's healing talisman is about to be upgraded?

Looking at his dark lips and pale face.

She wasn't envious at all; instead, she felt sorry for him.

Being number one in the world in the future won't be easy; it's better to focus on building systems.

Normally, all I need to do is earn the price difference and occasionally level up without lifting a finger. When I have a change of heart, I'll manipulate the raccoon to wipe the host's sweat and give him a little loving care.

Shang Yanting was unconscious for two whole days, and the accumulated spiritual power finally broke through the barrier and poured down like a flood.

After experiencing extreme pain, the limbs felt a comfort they had never felt since falling off the cliff.

A low groan came from the bed; he had finally woken up!

Shang Yanting's eyes snapped open, his gaze flashing with a terrifying light, and an incredulous joy appeared on his face.

"Ahhh, host, you're finally awake!"

An untimely voice rang out. Just then, the raccoon, clutching the handkerchief he was using to wipe his face, cried out urgently, "The auction is today! If you don't get up now, the medicine will fly away!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the raccoon was lifted up.

"No."

Shang Yanting looked at his wrist; the scar was still there, but the veins had fully recovered.

He looked at the ugly little beast and stroked its bumpy fur several times. "I'm all better now. Thank you for the talisman."

"Wow!"

The raccoon raised its paws and cheered.

Although Shang Yanting usually seems unconcerned about healing his hands and feet, he was actually incredibly anxious. Now that he was cured, she was truly happy for him.

However, amidst her joy, she felt as if she had overlooked something.

It shouldn't be a very important matter.

She didn't dwell on it, and brought up the auction again, asking, "Are we still going to the auction?"

"go."

Now that his limbs have been healed, he still lacks a suitable weapon.

##

By the time Shang Yanting finished washing up and went out, the auction had already begun.

The auction was held in the most luxurious restaurant in Zhaocheng, which had four floors.

The auction items were displayed in the very center of the lobby on the first floor, surrounded by a large crowd of ordinary customers.

From the second floor onwards, it's for VIPs. The higher the floor and the better the location, the more distinguished the person sitting there is.

The pawnshop manager gave Shang Yanting an admission ticket for the second floor, a somewhat secluded location but with a decent view.

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