The old evil spirit with talismans patted Jiang Hongying on the shoulder and comforted her, "Compared to most people, you are already one of the best. Don't be discouraged."

This was the first time he had ever gently comforted a survivor.

After all, this young girl is patient and calm, talented and hardworking, which suits his taste perfectly, and she is very likely to become his disciple in the future.

Jiang Hongying wasn't discouraged: "Yes, I will continue to work hard."

The old man with the talisman walked over to Luo Xinglan again, but his tone changed: "Although you drew 50 teleportation talismans at once, don't be arrogant. You still need to keep working hard."

He had mixed feelings about Luo Xinglan.

I am delighted by her talent, but I also fear that she might become complacent because of it, which would prevent her from fully realizing her potential.

Luo Xinglan nodded very seriously: "That's right, I still need to keep working hard."

The old charlatan was pleased that she wasn't arrogant: "Yes, you must believe that you can draw the 51st one."

Luo Xinglan: "Indeed, 50 is not my limit..."

The old man with the talisman nodded in agreement: "That's right, so you need to practice more..."

Luo Xinglan continued, "But that is the upper limit of the pen."

The Old Evil of Talismans: "Hmm...hmm? What did you say?"

Luo Xinglan said helplessly, "I've tried. I can only draw a maximum of 50 pictures at the moment. Any more than that, and the pressure of the pen can't be transmitted to the 51st picture."

As she spoke, she took out the last piece of paper. "Look, this paper is clean, without a single mark. This proves that it's not my problem, but the pen's problem."

For a moment, the old evil spirit was at a loss for words.

In other words, if she were given a better pen, she could draw even more!

The next moment, the figure of the old evil talisman disappeared.

Luo Xinglan was puzzled. Why did he suddenly leave?

After practicing for almost a whole morning, the other survivors were also tired and put down their pens to rest for a while.

As soon as the old evil spirit left, they began to whisper among themselves.

"I feel like I can make a living from this skill once I've mastered drawing teleportation talismans!"

"I didn't expect drawing talismans to be so simple. I've already drawn so many this morning. As I get more skilled, I'll draw even more."

"Hehe, I also feel like I have talent. I succeeded on my tenth try!"

Lin Yu: "Do you know how many times Luo Xinglan has successfully drawn this?"

"The expert's talent should be higher than mine, that was... the eighth time?"

Lin Yu rolled his eyes at the man: "How dare you compare yourself to a big shot?"

"Uh... that was the fifth time?"

Lin Yu shook his head: "No! I'm guessing too low."

"Third time?"

Lin Yu continued to shake his head: "Even less!"

Everyone was shocked: "Not enough? Does that mean he succeeded on his second try? In other words, the master only failed on one attempt before successfully drawing the teleportation talisman? What kind of heaven-defying talent is this?"

Lin Yu: "Hehe, you succeeded on your first try, boss!"

"First time? So, the expert learned it right away?"

Lin Yu: "Isn't that right? Even the old evil spirit of talismans thinks she has talent!"

"I knew she was talented, but I didn't expect her talent to be this high!"

"Yes, she also invented a way to draw many copies at the same time using carbon paper, but I simply can't do that."

"Me too. After the expert said it, I tried many times, but I failed every time."

Lin Yu then asked, "Do you know how many teleportation talismans the big boss can draw simultaneously using carbon paper?"

"How many?"

"Tell me quickly, stop keeping me in suspense!"

Lin Yu stretched out a hand.

Five cards? Holy crap, that's incredible!

"I can't even draw two, but the master drew five? I guess I'm just a useless piece of trash."

Although Lin Yu couldn't bear to discourage them, he still ruthlessly told them the truth: "It's not five, it's fifty."

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Seeing the shock on everyone's faces, Lin Yu slowly added, "Moreover, the big boss also said something."

"What did you say?"

Lin Yu slightly raised his chin, his tone containing four parts arrogance, four parts confidence, and two parts casualness: "50 pages is not my limit, but the limit of the pen."

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Luo Xinglan: "..."

She quietly tugged at Sun Zexia's sleeve and whispered, "Is your friend always this... annoying?"

Judging from his expression just now, he really deserved a beating.

She wasn't like that just now!

Sun Zexia nodded in deep agreement: "He's even more unconventional than me, so please be more tolerant of him."

Luo Xinglan: "..."

Even Sun Zexia said so, so it seems that this Lin Yu... is quite a character.

As everyone was talking, the old evil spirit with talismans returned.

He held a sandalwood box in his hand, walked straight to Luo Xinglan's side, and solemnly placed the sandalwood box on the table: "This... is for you."

Luo Xinglan asked curiously, "What is it?"

The old evil spirit said, "You'll know once you open it."

Luo Xinglan carefully opened the box and found a pen inside.

She reached for the pen and picked it up. Surprisingly, the unassuming pen had a considerable weight to it. She looked up, puzzled, and asked, "This is…?"

The old man with the talisman had a look of reminiscence in his eyes: "This was left to me by my master. He once said that it should be given to someone with a destiny. Unfortunately, I am too dull to be worthy of such a fine pen. Now, I entrust it to you."

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