A Record of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 136: The Yan Family

“I’ll continue together with a few others,” said the Red Lotus Rogue Cultivator decisively.

“Good, good! Brother Han, have you made up your mind as well?” The Taoist looked pleased and turned to ask Han Li.

Hearing this, Han Li hesitated.

In theory, for a newcomer like him, continuing with this small group should be the best choice. But for some reason, his heart felt uneasy. If he truly went along with them, he was sure he would regret it later.

“I’ll wait until the trading event ends before making a decision! There’s no rush,” Han Li said with a smile. He decided to delay and see how things unfolded.

“Eh!” Han Li’s words obviously caught the others off guard, leaving Qingwen and the rest somewhat stunned.

“Brother Han, what’s there to hesitate about? We rogue cultivators stick together so we won’t be bullied. Besides, since you figured out my stealing technique, I’m actually quite interested in sparring more with you in the future!” Wu Nine Fingers said somewhat discontentedly.

Han Li listened to the young man’s words but didn’t get angry, only smiling quietly.

“Hehe, Brother Han hasn't said no yet, only that he wants to think it over. That’s only natural!” Qingwen the Taoist quickly tried to ease the situation.

“Yes, Daoist Qingwen’s words speak to my heart. I do have some unspeakable difficulties, so I must be cautious,” Han Li said gratefully, showing a sincere expression.

“Oh, then I guess I was being nosy!” The young man felt like he was becoming a nuisance and was quite displeased.

Qingwen the Taoist smiled helplessly, giving Han Li an apologetic look as if a big brother tolerating a mischievous younger brother.

Han Li naturally didn’t take it to heart.

Since the matter was settled, everyone rose and took their leave. Han Li also found an empty room on the second floor to rest.

The next day, except for the monk and Han Li, everyone else left the loft together to set up their stalls.

At this time, the monk continued chanting in the hall on the first floor, while Han Li sat inside, gently stroking a dozen talisman papers with his fingers, lost in thought.

“These so-called low-grade, early-stage talisman papers faintly emit spiritual light. They’re clearly much different from ordinary secular talismans. It seems either the materials are special, or some spell is required to empower them,” Han Li thought.

Han Li had originally intended to try out the “mind-calming technique” he had learned before with these talisman papers. But suddenly he realized that drawing calming talismans wasn’t possible with just the paper; he also needed a brush and cinnabar.

Both items seemed to be sold at cultivator stalls. Could it be that these items could not be replaced by secular goods and had to be specially made by immortal cultivators?

With this thought, Han Li couldn’t sit still. He decided to ask the monk. After all, he couldn’t hide being a newbie cultivator, so he might as well ask openly.

“Your suspicion is correct. To successfully draw a spiritual talisman, besides the special talisman paper made from refined materials, cinnabar mixed with demonic beast blood containing spiritual energy is necessary. As for the brush, it depends on the situation,” Master Ku Sang said calmly after hearing Han Li’s question.

“Master Ku Sang, what do you mean by ‘depends on the situation’?” Han Li sat cross-legged opposite the monk, asking seriously, with no trace of embarrassment.

“For brushes used by immortal cultivators to draw talismans, besides those made from spiritual fur of demonic beasts, there are also charcoal brushes made from certain rare natural treasures. These can increase the success rate and power of the talisman. But if conditions don’t permit, even ordinary secular brushes can be used, though the success rate is pitifully low.” The monk shook his head lightly, seeming to disapprove of Han Li’s plan to use the last option.

“Thank you for your guidance, Master! I’ll go see if I can exchange for a talisman brush!” Han Li stood, cupped his fist towards the monk, and said.