Published: August 16, 2025
Chapter 138: The Way of Talisman Making
Han Li held the wooden box containing the "Golden Bamboo Brush" with great joy as he walked back to the building.
He had exchanged three bottles of the "Yellow Dragon Pill" and four bottles of "Golden Marrow Pill" to obtain this treasure and a bag of Seven Star Grass seeds from the young girl. Afterwards, he casually bought some cinnabar at other stalls and then hurried back, eager to begin his talisman-making venture.
After breaking through the forbidden seal and entering the small building, Han Li saw that the little monk was still meditating and did not want to disturb him. He quietly went upstairs to the second floor and returned to his room.
He carefully arranged the talisman paper and cinnabar on the table. Then he took out the Golden Bamboo Brush and started to focus on making the "Calming Talisman."
Following the method described in the mind-calming technique, he slowly infused his spiritual power through his right hand holding the brush into the brush handle. Then he dipped the tip in some cinnabar and began to draw the talisman on a piece of talisman paper.
After fifteen minutes, Han Li straightened up with a delighted expression, stretching his slightly sore waist. Looking at the silver-glimmering spiritual talisman on the table, he couldn’t help but feel overjoyed.
In appearance, the talisman was exactly the same as the one Doctor Mo had used before. Although the spiritual energy contained was a bit faint, it was still much better than the counterfeit ones Han Li had made during practice. After all, those practice pieces only looked similar but contained no spiritual power at all.
Han Li excitedly examined the fresh talisman. Pleased, he prepared to try out the mind-calming technique. But before he could cast the spell or say the incantation, the spiritual power on the talisman suddenly became chaotic, as if ready to explode.
Startled, Han Li hastily threw the talisman away without hesitation.
With a "puff" sound, the calming talisman inexplicably ignited in midair, turning into a fireball that burned up completely.
Han Li stared blankly at the empty space, speechless. After a while, he sighed—looks like this talisman had failed again.
Though somewhat discouraged, Han Li did not lose confidence. He felt that the talisman he had just made was very close to success and believed that with a bit more effort and several more tries, he would definitely succeed.
So, during the next half day, Han Li made one calming talisman after another, but each one failed repeatedly.
The talismans he produced either burned themselves up, suddenly exploded in small blasts, or, as soon as they were finished, their spiritual power quickly dissipated, turning them into worthless scraps of paper.
When Han Li watched the last talisman he just finished explode into pieces with a loud pop, the usually calm man could no longer hold back. He looked up at the ceiling and suddenly cursed loudly:
“Damn heavens, you’re playing tricks on me! I’ve drawn a dozen talisman papers, but not a single one succeeded. This is just a low-level beginner calming talisman! Could it be that today’s date was unlucky?”
After saying this, Han Li immediately felt much less frustrated, his mood somewhat lifted.
He tilted his head, thinking it over, then glanced sideways at the nearly empty cinnabar box and the Golden Bamboo Brush on the table. He felt the problem wasn’t with these. His spiritual power flowed smoothly into the brush handle, and the cinnabar on the paper glowed with spiritual energy, not like fake materials.
Unable to figure out the cause, Han Li pondered for a moment, then decided to ask the little monk for guidance to see if he could solve the mystery. At that moment, Han Li realized how important it was to have a senior or master giving him direction on the path of cultivation, and he even felt a bit inclined to find a teacher.
After hearing Han Li’s complaints about his failure in talisman making, the little monk stared at him with a very strange expression, as if a pretty little white flower had suddenly bloomed on Han Li’s face.