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Even mystical beasts capable of sniffing out spirit stones, spiritual medicines, treasures, and the like exist, as well as secret techniques to do the same.

Therefore, sometimes without any rhyme or reason, one might inexplicably become the target of someone else’s interest.

While the Nine Dragons Market has good public order, one never knows if someone might take a risk, seeing someone with a low cultivation level but carrying money.

After changing his appearance, Lu Changsheng switched inns twice more before reverting to his true form and returning to the Spiritual Talisman Shop.

He then took a middle-grade magic artifact pen from the Spiritual Talisman Shop at the cost price of one hundred and thirty-nine spirit stones.

He also bought two stacks of supreme-grade talisman paper and two portions of supreme-grade spirit ink, one each of fine quality and high quality.

He prepared them for drawing superior-grade talismans.

To this, Zhang Shan did not say much.

After all, it is perfectly normal for the shop’s owner to get items at cost price.

Lu Miaoge, seeing Lu Changsheng’s purchase of a middle-grade magic artifact pen, didn’t ask many questions.

As a talisman master, buying a better-quality pen is quite the norm, isn’t it?

She did mention to Lu Changsheng that he didn’t need supreme-grade talisman paper or spirit ink at the moment.

Using supreme-grade materials to draw middle-grade talismans would be too wasteful.

Lu Changsheng responded that he just bought them to try them out and see what the difference was compared to high-level papers.

In his heart, however, he couldn’t help but think that he might need to buy his talisman paper and spirit ink elsewhere in the future.

As night fell,

Lu Changsheng finished his work for the day with Lu Miaoge and returned to the Lu Family’s large courtyard in the Eastern District.

Lu Changsheng had been wondering whether being seen together with Lu Miaoge every day might cause her admirers or secret admirers to take notice and start trouble for him.

It turned out he was overthinking things.

In the last half month, although quite a few young men approached Lu Miaoge to strike up a conversation or even came to the shop to look for her,

they all behaved with a certain level of decorum.

Moreover, once they learned of his identity, they did not see him as a rival; they refrained from mocking and were in fact very polite.

Upon returning to the courtyard, he encountered the second young lady.

Faced with Lu Changsheng, she gave a cold snort and looked at him with a chilly disdain.

To this, Lu Changsheng merely smiled wryly, finding the second young lady’s behaviour rather endearing.

He thought to himself that one day, he would give her enough reasons to grumble.

After a simple dinner, Lu Changsheng returned to his room.

On the way, he ran into Lu Miaocheng, who was staggering and rubbing his waist.

The latter clapped him on the shoulder and said, “Changsheng, you were right. We should visit those places less. We cultivators ought to focus on cultivation and tempering our characters.”

Lu Changsheng:

If he remembered correctly, Lu Miaocheng had said the same thing to him just three days ago.

It had only been a few days.

So much for being a saint after the deed; all that resolve flies out the window as soon as the trousers are pulled up.

Shaking his head slightly, upon returning to his room, Lu Changsheng took out the newly purchased magic artifact pen, supreme-grade talisman paper, and supreme-grade spirit ink and placed them on the table.

He prepared to draw a few superior-grade talismans that could save his life.

Lu Changsheng took out a bottle of White Jade Hundred Flowers Wine from his storage bag and took a hearty swig.

Then, he took a deep breath, calmed his mind, picked up the magic artifact pen, and began to draw the superior-grade talisman—the Thunder Summoning Talisman!

Even with his second-rank talisman-making skill, his cultivation level required him to treat the drawing of such superior-grade talismans with due seriousness.

The tip of the pen dipped lightly in the spirit ink, emitting a faint spiritual light.

Then Lu Changsheng began to draw the talismans with a serious expression.

The process was neither quick nor slow, each stroke smooth and fluid, possessing an artistic beauty.

If the Fourth Elder were here, seeing Lu Changsheng’s talisman-making skill, she would be agape in awe and disbelief.

Even she did not have the fluidity and ease that Lu Changsheng possessed when drawing the Thunder Summoning Talisman.

After a while.

Lu Changsheng finished the drawing with a flourish of his pen, and spiritual light surged from its tip, making the whole sheet of talisman paper seem to be enveloped in lightning at that moment.

In an instant, the thunder light faded and vanished.

A First Grade Superior Talisman, the Thunder Summoning Talisman, completed!

“Phew!”

At this moment, Lu Changsheng let out a long sigh of relief and sat down, a tired expression on his face.

“Indeed, with a Middle Grade Magic Artifact brush and an Advanced Level talisman paper and spiritual ink, Superior Talismans will no longer pose a problem for me,” he said.

“The only problem is, creating one almost drains all my spiritual power.”

Lu Changsheng gazed at the Thunder Summoning Talisman on the table, muttering to himself, yet his eyes were filled with excitement and joy.

If the wear and tear of the talisman brush are not included, the cost of one Superior Talisman, with just the Advanced Level talisman paper and spiritual ink, is six spirit stones.

Yet, a Thunder Talisman can sell for forty to fifty spirit stones!

That’s a stable profit of seven to eight times the cost.

Most importantly, having a bunch of Superior Talismans on hand also gave him a greater sense of personal safety.

After storing the Thunder Summoning Talisman in his Storage Bag, Lu Changsheng went to sleep and rest.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed by.

On this day, a young manservant arrived at the Spiritual Talisman Shop.

He announced that the maid Lu Changsheng had purchased from White Jade Tower had been delivered.

Upon hearing this, Lu Changsheng wasn’t busy with anything else, so he went directly with the manservant to the White Jade Tower.

“Young Master Han, sorry to have kept you waiting.”

Lu Changsheng arrived on the second floor and immediately saw Feng Jiuniang, who had received him before, dressed as she had been the previous time.

She wore a black Phoenix Bird gauze dress with high slits, revealing two long and slender legs in black silk, her feet in a pair of high heels with delicate black Phoenix Bird gold embroidery—she was allure personified.

“No matter, it’s been just over twenty days, I’m not in a hurry,” said Lu Changsheng, glancing at the voluptuous and slender legs under the sheer dress.

At the root of the dress’s hem, one could see a hint of pale skin and lace patterns, barely visible.

Before long, a woman in a red dress led a young woman in a yellow dress, about eighteen or nineteen years old, toward them.

Lu Changsheng’s gaze quickly fell on the girl in the yellow dress.

The girl was eighteen or nineteen with fair skin, a graceful figure, and lush black hair casually tied up and draped behind her.

She was dressed in a goose-yellow long gown with an open, dipping neckline, revealing a stretch of snowy white skin on an elongated neck—though it was just a glimpse of spring, it was particularly eye-catching.

But there wasn’t even the slightest smile on her beautiful, delicate face; her brows slightly furrowed with sadness, and there was no sign of life in her spiritless eyes.

“Young Master Han, this is the maid you have purchased, Shao Yuyao,” Feng Jiuniang said with a soft and seductive smile, then turned to Shao Yuyao and commanded, “Yuyao, greet Young Master Han.”

Her voice was as tender and entrancing as before, but it carried an undeniable and unquestionable authority.

Only then did the girl in yellow lower her eyes slightly and politely greeted Lu Changsheng, “Yuyao greets Young Master Han.”

When she saw Lu Changsheng, a trace of vitality appeared in her lifeless eyes.

After all, with the downfall of her family and being sold to the White Jade Tower, she knew what lay ahead for her.

She could either be bought to become a cauldron, harvested until death.

Or be bought as a tool for bearing children, continuously birthing offspring.

Only a minority were bought to become maids serving others.

Seeing the buyer was such a young and handsome man, she too relaxed a little, feeling moderately lucky that her fate wasn’t as miserable as it could have been.

After all, even if she were to become a cauldron or a childbearing tool, who wouldn’t prefer someone good-looking and handsome?

“Young Master Han, are you satisfied?” Feng Jiuniang made a welcoming gesture toward Lu Changsheng and asked.

According to the terms of the Spiritual Contract, once the maid was delivered, if the buyer found that the reality did not match the information provided, they could voice their objections.

They could even choose to reject her.

But in that case, depending on the situation, a certain deposit would have to be forfeited.