The Thunder Talisman Daoist was famous for his short temper in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
He was powerful in the first place as a sixth-retribution cultivator. Coupled with his outstanding ability in crafting talismans, he held a high position in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and could point and scold even seventh-retribution or eighth-retribution elites when they annoyed him.
Being called weak in cultivation and Yuan Spirit and despised … if this was any other time, the Thunder Talisman Daoist would have rolled up his sleeves, drawn his sword and fought.
Even so, he did not feel any resentment at all, and instead felt a little … gratified.
Despised by Jiang He?
It was good that he despised him!
Otherwise, he was really afraid that Jiang He would use a secret Yuan Spirit technique on him.
Secret Yuan Spirit techniques were exceedingly precious, and according to what the Thunder Talisman Daoist knew, only the most ancient daemon cultivators among the various immortal sects, demonic sects, and daemon cultivators on Earth had mastered a secret Yuan Spirit technique.
It was said that the technique was quite impressive, and could be cast with the Yuan Spirit aura of the target. A straw doll would be erected, a name would be written on it, and a lantern would be lit over the doll's head. A paper talisman would be written and incinerated every day, and after twenty-one days of worship, the target's soul would be hooked away and they would die.
There was naturally no way to know the specifics behind it.
As the thought crossed his mind, the Thunder Talisman Daoist took out some divine fruit wine from his System Backpack and seven paper talismans. With a wave of his hand, the paper talismans landed on the ground and turned into seven women dressed in thin muslin.
The seven women looked like real people, each of them immeasurably beautiful and curvaceous. Some of them danced, while others went up to pour wine for Jiang He and feed him grapes.
Intrigued, Jiang He pulled one of the women over to test the feel of it, and exclaimed in surprise, "It's identical to real people … Thunder Talisman Daoist, is this a talisman technique too?"
The Thunder Talisman Daoist appeared smug and smiled. "This is a fairy talisman that I modified based on Dao Soldier Talismans after much thought. It is extremely difficult to craft, and I spent many treasures to forge seven of them. The seven talismans turned into fairies that are as beautiful as immortals descended upon the mortal realm. They can sing, dance, play, and sing, and they are proficient in everything."
Jiang He nodded and glanced at the fairy formed from the seven talismans, saying, "She's adept at everything. Such women are the most likable."
"Thunder Talisman Daoist, I'm very interested in these seven Fairy Talismans. Can you lend them to me for research?"
The smile on the Thunder Talisman Daoist's face froze. For a moment, he did not know how to answer.
Still, Jiang He did not take it by force, and merely smiled. "Of course, it's fine if you don't want to lend it to me. I, Jiang He, would never steal from someone else."
"Lend, I'll lend!"
The Thunder Talisman Daoist said generously, "It's just seven Fairy Talismans. You can have them if you like, Brother Jiang He."
Even as he spoke, there was a pained look on his face. Gritting his teeth, he waved his hand and turned the seven dancing fairies back into seven paper talismans, which he sent flying towards Jiang He with a push of his hand.
"Then I'll accept it?"
Jiang He replied courteously before stuffing the seven paper talismans into his pocket.
As for borrowing …
Jiang He actually had three interpretations of the word. One was to return what was borrowed, the second was to not return what was borrowed, and the third was to not return what was borrowed … If he planted the seven paper talismans and could not return them, the Thunder Talisman Daoist would not blame him, would he?
"At most, I'll just return him seven silicone dolls. They're all fake women anyway, and the difference is not that big."
Putting away the seven Fairy Talismans, Jiang He cut to the chase and asked, "Thunder Talisman Daoist, I wonder how many types of thunder talismans you can craft?"
"A lot."
The Thunder Talisman Daoist did not dare to hold back and said, "Talismans have different grades as well. The weaker ones might not even hurt Golden Pellet cultivators after they're released, while the stronger ones could kill Sufferance-tier elites and wound Mahayana elites once they're unleashed. As for the legendary immortal talismans, they could even kill immortals."
"Are talismans that awesome? Then are there any prerequisites for crafting talismans? Is it difficult to refine talismans? "
Jiang He humbly asked for guidance, while the Thunder Talisman Daoist answered every question. It was not that the Thunder Talisman Daoist was being warm-hearted, but he was a coward!
After living for over a thousand years, there were not many things that he was afraid of in this world, but that did not include death. While most youngsters would be hot-blooded and think that 'it's just death at worst', the longer they lived, the colder their hot-bloodedness would become. After all, immortal cultivators pursued nothing but longevity. Who would be willing to die for no apparent reason?
Noticing Jiang He's interest in crafting talismans, the Thunder Talisman Daoist took out a paper talisman with a flip of his hand and said, "This is a Windwalking Talisman, a low-grade talisman that Qi Refinist cultivators could stick on their legs to buff themselves when they fly. It's one of the simplest and most basic talismans."
He then took out paper and brush and passed them to Jiang He, saying, "Brother Jiang, you're a full-fledged Sufferance elite with great control over your mystic energy, so it would not be difficult to craft this talisman. You could try drawing a Windwalking Talisman."
"Eh?"
Jiang He quickly said, "Thunder Talisman Daoist, I'm a little dumb and might not be able to draw it well. Moreover, I haven't grasped the basics of crafting talismans."
"It's fine."
The Thunder Talisman Daoist smiled. "Under most circumstances, even True Child cultivators who have never dabbled in crafting talismans could easily craft this talisman."
True Child?
I'm already a full-fledged Sufferance. What do I have to be afraid of?
Filled with confidence, Jiang He raised his brush to draw the talisman, but was left dumbstruck after he started …
What the hell!
This Wind Travel Talisman, what kind of bullsh * t talisman was drawn on it?
It was drawn horizontally and vertically without any pattern at all.
Bracing himself to draw the talisman, Jiang He could not go on after three minutes and promptly slammed his brush on the table, cursing, "I'm not drawing anymore, I'm not drawing anymore. Isn't this talisman drawing technique you people have come up with a little too complicated? Instead of wasting time here, I should come up with a talisman drawing technique. "
Furious, the Thunder Talisman Daoist slammed his hand on the table and rose to his feet, only remembering that he was facing Jiang He and not his disciple. As such, he promptly forced a smile and said, "You're right, Brother Jiang He."
Inwardly, however, he was filled with contempt.
You're really good at bragging.
A full-fledged Sufferance cultivator could not even draw a Windwalking Talisman, and it could be said that …
Your talent in talisman drawing is completely negative.
"By the way, Thunder Talisman Daoist, what is the most powerful talisman you could draw?"
Jiang He's tone changed as he asked, and the Thunder Talisman Daoist answered truthfully, "The most powerful talisman I could draw would be the Nine Retribution Talisman, which is named after the nine tiers of Sufferance. The process of making it is extremely difficult and requires the thunderbolts of Sufferance as materials, and the stronger the thunderbolts, the stronger the Nine Retribution Talisman. If I could pluck the ninth-fold heavenly retribution, not even full-fledged Sufferance cultivators would dare to take my talisman head-on."
"Impressive!"
Jiang He's eyes lit up and he exclaimed, "The Nine Retribution Talisman … I need such powerful thunder talismans. Why don't you help me make around five hundred Nine Retribution Talismans right now, and you could return to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect when you're done? Moreover, I guarantee that I won't destroy the Ten Thousand Swords Sect as long as you don't do anything to upset me."
The Thunder Talisman Daoist was dumbstruck.
Damn it!
Why did this young man's words make me feel so aggrieved?
Are you trying to scare me to death by mentioning the destruction of my sect at the drop of a hat?
Most importantly, what does he mean by don't do anything to upset me?
There was no f * cking limit to this matter.
He flashed a pained smile. "To tell the truth, Brother Jiang He … I can't make the Nine Retribution Talisman."
Noticing Jiang He's scowl, the Thunder Talisman Daoist quickly said, "The most important material for crafting the Nine Retribution Talisman is thunderbolts of retribution, but you should know that other Sufferance-tier cultivators are not allowed within the range of the thunderclouds or they would trigger their own retribution. That is why I can't capture the retribution at all."
"Can't you have someone else capture it?"
"Convergence-tier cultivators are not powerful enough, and they would definitely be struck to death by the thunderbolts if they tried to capture the retribution by force. Would Mahayana-tier cultivators, on the other hand, be willing to capture the retribution for me? Moreover, the power of retribution is so frightening that even Mahayana-tier elites might not be able to capture it. The Ten Thousand Swords Sect did have the power of retribution left by an immortal, but I've already used it up to craft the Nine Retribution Talisman. "
Jiang He became silent then.
Was crafting the Nine Retribution Talisman that difficult?
After musing to himself for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up and he asked, "Thunder Talisman Daoist, how should I capture heavenly retribution and store it? Just tell me, and I'll capture it for you. "
The Thunder Talisman Daoist said, "To capture the power of retribution, you must first suppress the retribution by force and refine it. Retribution is a manifestation of the Heavenly Dao, which is why it is very difficult to refine it. After you do, the retribution would become docile, and you could use a simple container to hold it."
"I got it."
Jiang He rose to his feet and strode outside. The Thunder Talisman Daoist asked in confusion, "Brother Jiang He, where are you going …"
"To capture the retribution!"
"…"
The Thunder Talisman Daoist was left speechless, and asked, "Brother Jiang He, no one is weathering retribution right now. Where would you capture it?"
"Who said no one is weathering retribution?"
Jiang He looked at the Thunder Talisman Daoist as if he was an idiot, and patted his chest a few times, saying, "I may have weathered one retribution, but according to what I know, cultivating the physique to Sufferance level would trigger heavenly retribution as well. My physique is not weak, and I should be able to weather my retribution after a little cultivation."
The Thunder Talisman Daoist was left dumbstruck.
Physique …
Not weak?
Alright.
Jiang He's qi was frighteningly powerful, and he was at least full-fledged True Child. After all, cultivators cultivated mystic energy and grasped the Dao of the world. Few would deliberately refine their bodies, and their bodies were protected by godly techniques, mystic treasures, and combat garments. That was why it was already very powerful for one's physique to reach such a level.
Even so …
How could you draw heavenly retribution with that body of yours?
Even so, the Thunder Talisman Daoist did a double take even before the thought crossed his mind. He was staring at Jiang He, who was simply sitting cross-legged on the deck of his ship, and could feel the overwhelming qi bursting out of his body, as well as the rapid strengthening of his qi …
He wanted to curse!
What the hell!
Was he even human?
Immortal physique arts were extremely difficult to cultivate, and each ascension was to continuously break the shackles of one's body. How did he cultivate it just like that?
Most importantly …
He ascended just as he sat down. Was there any justice in this world?
(PS: I had a punctured tire yesterday, so I replaced it with a spare tire, but the mechanic said that the spare tire could not be used for long. Moreover, I would be returning home the day after tomorrow, which was why I had to change the tire in the afternoon. Then, I heard that the car had to undergo some sort of maintenance after running for fifty thousand kilometers, and it took me over two hours to write the second update. I'll still have it tonight … I'll try for the fifth update tomorrow, since it would be inexcusable if I don't push it.)
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