After collecting the spiritual objects he needed, Shen Lian left the Jubao Tower.

The discovery of mineral veins outside the market town stimulated the desire of the independent cultivators to go treasure hunting.

The demand for anti-miasma talismans has increased significantly.

It is also a good opportunity for him to earn spirit stones.

The cost price of one anti-miasma talisman is two and a half spirit stones.

Now Shen Lian has eliminated most of the miasma in his body, and his spiritual power can flow more smoothly than before. He can now try to make a talisman to dispel miasma.

“I hope more Taoists will find opportunities from the mineral veins.”

After walking out of the street of shops, Shen Lian looked back at the monks walking among the shops and gave them his sincere blessings.

"I also hope to earn enough spirit stones for a bottle of Huangya Dan this time."

While wishing his fellow Taoists more opportunities, Shen Lian also gave himself a hope.

Hello everyone.

That's really good.

…

With Shen Lian's sincere blessing, the wish really came true.

Didn't even wait until the next day.

That afternoon, the mouth was blessed.

Outside the market town, a monk covered in wounds rushed into the Jubao Tower.

He took out a piece of red-gold ore the size of a head on the spot.

The indifferent shopkeeper of Jubao Tower stopped drinking tea and inspected the ore himself.

It was announced on the spot that although the grade of this hematite ore was only lower-grade second-level, it was heavy enough and was worth eight hundred lower-grade spirit stones!

When this news came out, the independent cultivators in the market were stimulated once again.

The back teeth were almost broken.

Envy and cursing at the same time.

How long will it take for everyone to earn eight hundred spirit stones?

For most independent cultivators, their monthly turnover may be hundreds of spirit stones.

But what you actually get is only ten or eight yuan, or even less.

We are all just carriers of spirit stones.

"This is true. My brother-in-law from the same brothel happened to go to buy a talisman and saw it with his own eyes."

"It would be great if I were the one who picked up the ore. Eight hundred spirit stones would be enough to buy ten lives of mine."

"The thirty-sixth area of ​​Wu is really a treasure land, but the miasma is a bit thick."

…

the next day.

Shen Lian naturally had no idea what was going on outside.

He was wheezing and spitting out black circles.

call--

After taking another pill to remove the miasma, I felt a little more relaxed in my chest.

He lifted his quilt, revealing the smooth stone bed board.

Arrange the talisman pen, ink and talisman paper.

Looking at the talisman pen in his hand with deepening cracks, Shen Lian sighed softly.

It seems that I need to change the talisman pen next time.

Spread the talisman paper flat, and let the light flow on the tip of the pen, outlining mysterious patterns on the talisman paper.

When the talisman pen was lifted from the talisman paper, the light on the talisman paper flashed and then quickly retracted.

The talisman to dispel miasma is ready.

"call--"

“Cough cough cough…”

After Shen Lian put down the talisman pen, he began to regulate the spiritual power in his body.

The runes of the anti-miasma talisman were complicated, making it difficult for him to draw them.

It's not a question of craftsmanship.

Making talismans consumes spiritual energy and mental strength, and if the miasma is not completely eliminated, the process becomes even more tiring.

After putting away the spiritual ink again, Shen Lian chose to rest.

“Crack.”

He rubbed a sweet potato and put it in his mouth, chewing it.

"Once this batch of anti-miasma talismans are sold, I will buy some spiritual rice to eat. This stuff will make even dogs sick of it if they eat it for so long, let alone humans."

"puff--"

A sweet potato butt twisted and came out of Shen Lian's mouth.

Although he had six spirit stones in his storage bag, Shen Lian had not thought about buying spirit rice.

Eating spiritual rice is a long process that can bring about changes in monks.

There is not much difference between eating sweet potatoes and eating spiritual rice in the short term.

If he wants to advance to the fourth level of Qi training, he will need some elixirs.

A bottle of Huangya Pill costs fifty low-grade spirit stones and is the most suitable pill for the middle and early stages of Qi training.

Ten days later.

"puff--"

After relaxing for a moment, a smile appeared on his face.

The miasma poison in the body was finally eliminated.

After resting for a while, Shen Lian lifted the bedding and placed the talisman pen and talisman paper on the bed.

Three more days passed.

He drew out a total of fifteen first-grade, low-grade miasma-removing talismans.

Why fifteen? Mainly because there is no more spiritual ink.

The Miasma-Removing Talisman also consumes more spiritual ink than the Fire Talisman.

After putting the anti-miasma talisman into the storage bag, Shen Lian opened the door and walked out.

The door of the house next door opened, and the middle-aged monk seen before was coming in.

After seeing Shen Lian, they both nodded.

Then, the middle-aged monk entered the house, and Shen Lian walked towards the street of shops.

Behind the tall stone archway, there were many monks on the street, some of whom had ferocious looks on their faces.

Shen Lian walked quickly into the Jubao Tower.

Weng Xia was originally behind the small counter, looking around boredly, when he saw Shen Lian coming.

"Daoyou, here."

Following the greeting, Shen Lian came to Weng Xia's small counter.

"Daoyou, long time no see. It seems that you are feeling much better now that the miasma has been eliminated."

"Thanks to Guibao Pavilion's anti-miasma pill."

Shen Lian took out ten miasma-removing talismans from his storage bag.

Weng Xia's eyes lit up, he grabbed the miasma-removing talismans and began to examine them one by one.

"It seems that your talisman-making skills are very solid, and you are not far from becoming a first-class mid-grade talisman master."

"It's still a long way to go. The Miasma Removal Talisman is complicated to make. It took so long, and I have to be calm and composed every day before I dare to draw it. And yet I still fail half of the time."

"A 50% success rate is already quite high."

Weng Xia said softly, "Recently, the anti-miasma talisman is in short supply. The price I charge for it is eight low-grade spirit stones."

Hearing this, Shen Lian was stunned for a moment.

Wasn’t it still five spirit stones a dozen days ago?

The asking price is eight yuan, so it must be sold for nine or ten spirit stones outside, which is almost as good as a first-grade mid-quality talisman.

Weng Xia chuckled and whispered into Shen Lian's ear.

"I see."

There was a look of understanding in Shen Lian's eyes.

It’s because of the mineral veins.

His last heartfelt wish came true.

There are great opportunities in the mineral veins in the thirty-six areas of Wu.

In just over a month since its discovery, no less than three independent cultivators have found second-level ore from it.

This greatly stimulated other independent cultivators.

The General Affairs Hall of the Bishui Sect also increased the number of tasks in this area.

The Miasma Removal Talisman only costs a few spirit stones. How much is a second-level ore worth? Any casual cultivator can calculate it.

What are you waiting for? Why did everyone leave their hometowns and accept the task of opening up wasteland for the Bishui Sect? "Please give me a first-level low-grade talisman pen, two bottles of spiritual ink, and three talisman papers."

"Why don't you take a look at a first-level mid-grade talisman pen? The lowest is only sixty low-grade spirit stones."

Weng Xia quickly took out a few talisman pens from inside the counter and placed them in front of Shen Lian.

Pointing to one of the first-grade mid-quality talisman pens, he began to introduce it.

Shen Lian took a look and then looked away.

High-level talisman pens can improve the success rate of talisman making, but to him it is equivalent to chicken ribs.

Maybe it might be needed when drawing high-level talismans in the future, but not now.

Under Weng Xia's slightly disappointed gaze, Shen Lian chose a low-grade talisman pen worth thirty spirit stones.

Two bottles of spiritual ink and forty spiritual stones.

Three talisman papers and nine spirit stones.

Give me one spirit stone as change.

"The anti-miasma talismans will be in short supply for a while. After you draw them, please bring them to my Treasure House."

As Weng Xia spoke, he took out another piece of talisman paper from the counter and placed it in Shen Lian's hand.

"Thank you very much."

Shen Lian did not refuse. The manager of Jubao Tower was much richer than him and he would get commission from any business he made.

After leaving Jubaolou, he did not go back, but stood outside a double-sided flag shop with "Lu" on the front and "Dan" on the back.

This is the flag of the Lu family, a cultivation family from the Chu State.

The Lu family is affiliated with the Bishui Sect, and there is a fake Dan ancestor in the family.

The first-level Huangya Pill is a common elixir circulated in the world of immortal cultivation and is not considered rare.

As long as the immortal cultivation family has a little bit of background, there will be an alchemist who can make pills in the family.

He still had five miasma-removing talismans on him, which, together with the remaining spirit stones, were enough to exchange for a bottle of Huangya Pill.

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