Chapter 147: Talisman Masters Gathering

Song Wen returned to the room, took out the jade slip of Palm Thunder, and stuck it to his forehead.

Instantly, a large amount of information poured into Song Wen's brain.

After a while, the jade slip automatically turned into powder, and the entire content of Palm Thunder's skills had been imprinted in Song Wen's mind.

Song Wen closed his eyes and began to carefully ponder the essence of Palm Thunder.

After a few hours, Song Wen opened his eyes and began to try to perform Palm Thunder.

He whispered the formula in his mouth, and after pinching a few seals with his hands, there was no response.

Song Wen looked at his empty palms and sighed: Could it be that he has no talent for thunder magic?

Song Wen, who did not give up, tried again.

After hundreds of times, finally, a very fine silver light flashed in Song Wen's palm.

After a while, the silver light suddenly disappeared.

Song Wen's eyes were shining, although he still failed to successfully perform Palm Thunder, but he condensed a trace of thunder and lightning power, which fully demonstrated that he had the talent for practicing thunder magic.

However, his talent for thunder magic is probably mediocre. After all, he has the spiritual consciousness of the late stage of foundation building. It should be very easy to use this level of middle-grade palm thunder, but the fact is that after hundreds of attempts, he condensed a faint lightning.

After confirming that he has the talent for thunder magic, Song Wen is not in a hurry to practice palm thunder. With his current strength, it doesn't matter whether he learns it or not. Besides, the practice of magic is not achieved overnight.

Song Wen took out Ji Yin's note and began to study it carefully. This was his first attempt at alchemy, and there was no one to teach him. He could only get as much information as possible from the note.

Time passed, and two hours later, Song Wen put down the note.

At this time, it was the second day, and the sky was bright.

After reading Ji Yin's note, he still lacked one thing to try alchemy, the wood for burning the alchemy furnace.

Song Wen stood up and walked towards the market. When Ji Yin refined the blood and qi pill, he used a kind of wood called ash. He planned to copy it and buy ash as fuel for alchemy.

He also planned to buy a set of "Soul Locking Formation" to cover up the fluctuations and abnormalities of the breath during alchemy.

If the alchemy fails, there will be accidents such as furnace explosion and fire. Song Wen didn't want everyone to know that he was refining the pill. Although the "Soul Locking Formation" is only a first-level formation, it can block the prying of most cultivators in the market.

As for the strong people who have built the foundation and above, they may find that Song Wen is refining the pill. Song Wen is not worried about this. Refining pills is not practicing magic. Even if it is noticed by the foundation-building cultivators, they will not pay too much attention.

Half an hour later, Song Wen returned home again.

He cleared the tables, chairs and benches in the living room, set up the "Soul Locking Formation", placed the alchemy furnace in the center of the house, and prepared to start refining the pill.

Placing the ash wood under the alchemy furnace, igniting the willow wood, Song Wen began to put medicinal materials into the alchemy furnace.

Half an hour later, the furnace suddenly shook violently, and then a large amount of black smoke came out, making Song Wen look a little dusty.

The first time to refine the elixir, it ended in failure.

Song Wen even had half of the spiritual medicine not yet put in.

Song Wen took out a jade bottle, gently stroked his finger in the air, and a breeze rose out of thin air.

The smoke poured into the jade bottle with the breeze.

The smoke in the room disappeared in an instant.

Song Wen was about to try to refine the elixir again, when suddenly, there was a hurried knock on the door.

Ai Kun's voice came in.

"Little friend Zhang Cheng, open the door quickly, I will take you to see a master of talisman painting today."

Song Wen put away the spiritual herbs that were about to be put into the elixir furnace, extinguished the fire, put away the elixir furnace, opened the door and walked out.

With Ai Kun disturbing him, he couldn't think of refining the elixir today.

However, refining the elixir cannot be rushed, so it's a good opportunity to take a break and adjust his state.

It was also a good opportunity to meet the talisman drawing expert mentioned by Ai Kun. If I disguised myself as a talisman drawing master and didn't go when I had the opportunity to make friends with the talisman drawing expert, it would easily arouse suspicion from those who were interested.

When Song Wen opened the gate, Ai Kun said hurriedly before he spoke.

"Come with me quickly. Fang Ning from the Fufeng of the Beastmaster Sect is going to exchange and share talisman making experience with the scattered talisman masters in the market. You can just go and listen. It will be of great benefit to your future talisman making."

Soon, the two came to an independent courtyard in a monk's restaurant.

Entering the courtyard, I saw more than a dozen scattered cultivators sitting on the ground. Sitting above was a disciple of the Beastmaster Sect in his twenties.

This person was Fang Ning mentioned by Ai Kun. He was at the eighth level of Qi training and could draw almost all first-level talismans. He was indeed talented in talisman making.

More than a dozen people were whispering about their own talisman making experiences. Some of them seemed to have solved a problem that had troubled them for a long time and were smiling; some people had different ideas and were arguing with each other.

Seeing Song Wen and the other two come in, several people nodded to Ai Kun in a friendly manner.

As for Song Wen, who was following Ai Kun, he was ignored by everyone. It was obvious that he was following Ai Kun to learn from him, so naturally, they would not give Song Wen a good face.

Ai Kun sat on the ground and began to communicate with everyone, while Song Wen sat behind him and listened to everyone's experience.

Slowly, Song Wen found that these people might not have told each other their best things, but they also shared some practical experience in making talismans, which was of great help to Song Wen in making talismans.

Fang Ning was respected by these casual cultivators, and many people gathered around him to ask for advice.

Fang Ning also generously answered their questions one by one.

Soon, two hours passed, and it was almost noon. During this period, casual cultivators continued to arrive, and the number was close to a hundred.

Fang Ning glanced at the sky and suddenly said.

"Everyone, it's getting late, let's stop here for this exchange."

"I invited all the talisman masters to come here this time because I have something to discuss."

"The battle between good and evil is intense, and the demand for talismans on the front line has increased greatly. I hope you can be righteous and do your part to eradicate evil."

As soon as these words came out, the originally friendly scene suddenly became cold.

Many talisman masters all looked bitter, looking at each other, and no one responded.

There is really no free lunch in the world, and Fang Ning would not teach the experience of making talismans for no reason.

Seeing this, Fang Ning was not angry and continued.

"Don't worry, we won't let you work for nothing. We will buy each talisman at 70% of the market price. Although everyone's profit is reduced, the demand is huge, especially for the five types of talismans, namely, flying talismans, speeding talismans, ghost-slaying talismans, evil-breaking talismans, and spirit sword talismans. There is no upper limit. The Beastmaster will buy as many as you can."

The faces of the casual cultivators eased a little, but only eased a little.

After the battle between good and evil began, the prices of various spiritual materials and medicines gradually began to rise, and the materials needed to make talismans also rose a lot.

If they were sold to the Beastmaster at 70% of the price, the profit left in the hands of the talisman master would be very little.

In addition, recently, various talismans have been very easy to sell, and they are not very willing to sell them to the Beastmaster at a low price.

But the situation is stronger than the person. For a long time, the Beastmaster has left a strong deterrent in the hearts of the casual cultivators, so they have to nod in agreement.

Fang Ning saw that everyone was reluctant but could only nod in agreement, and he felt relieved.

When Elder Fu Feng gave him the task, he set the price at 80% of the market price. The 10% difference would allow him to make a lot of money. Although he needed to use some of the benefits to bribe the sect, he could still earn an unimaginable amount of spirit stones.

At this moment, he only hoped that this battle between good and evil would last for a long time.