Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Chapter 857: Chapter 857: Prophecy, Yixuan Doesn’t Want to Go With Them_1

“No more drinking. I have important matters to attend to at the Crimson Dawn Sect.”

Patriarch Xiayao flicked his sleeve and vanished on the spot.

“Hehe, this old fellow left in quite a hurry…”

Ancestor Kunlun’s eyes flashed, revealing a playful smile.

He couldn’t miss out on the fun that Elder Xiayao was about to have.

It’s been a long time since he left his seclusion, so it’s time for him to stretch his legs and find some amusement in the mortal realm.

**

“Talismans are generally made from the skin and fresh blood of a monster, using Spiritual Power and incantations to seal spells within.”

On the bustling trading square, a group of young boys exchanged their Storage Bags, entranced by the wide variety of talismans available.

Seeing someone trading monster skins, Lin Qingluo immediately took the opportunity to explain to the others.

“The process of making talismans is extremely complex, with high demands for the freshness of the monster skin and blood, while also consuming the Spiritual Power of the maker.”

“There aren’t many cultivators skilled in making talismans, so they are a valuable and popular resource among lower-ranked disciples.”

“Only lower-ranked disciples use talismans?”

Lin Jinlong listened attentively and asked subconsciously.

The rest of the boys perked their ears to listen as well.

“It’s mostly like that. For higher-ranked cultivators, talismans are somewhat redundant. They usually use higher-level Talisman Treasures that have more powerful spells and greater offensive power sealed within.”

Lin Qingluo was satisfied with the boys’ humility and eagerness to learn and continued to explain in detail.

“Talisman Treasures rarely circulate in the market. High-level cultivators seal their own Mana into them to use as a life-saving measure when their Mana is depleted during a fight.”

“So the higher a cultivator’s Mana, the stronger the Mana sealed within the Talisman Treasure.”

Shitou was quick to understand and smoothly continued the conversation.

“That’s right.”

Lin Qingluo nodded approvingly, “You can think of it that way.”

“Wow, when can we make Talisman Treasures?”

Shitou felt a little smug. “Sealing our Mana inside and having people scramble for it, that would be so damn satisfying.”

“In your dreams.”

Wang Meng was blunt,”It took you over ten days just to draw Qi into your body. You’re the slowest among us, and you still want to make Talisman Treasures? Dream on!”

“Hehe.”

Feng Yi and Lin Jinpeng both laughed.

Mo Canglan pursed his lips, too embarrassed to laugh out loud.

“Pick whatever talismans you want.”

Lin Qingluo grinned, “This stall has a wide variety, so pick a few to your liking. Better to be prepared than not.”

“Alright!”

The boys immediately perked up and swarmed over to pick their favorite talismans.

**

Lin Yixuan didn’t move, simply following his sister with his eyelids slightly lowered, strange glimmers flickering in his eyes.

“Yixuan?”

Lin Qingluo, having sharp senses, glanced at him subconsciously.

“Sister.”

Lin Yixuan suddenly gripped his sister’s hand, his breath slightly labored.

“What’s wrong, Yixuan?”

Lin Qingluo’s heart trembled, and she instinctively shielded him in her arms, surveying their surroundings vigilantly.

“I don’t want to leave you, sister.”

Lin Yixuan suddenly looked up, gazing adoringly at his sister, as big teardrops rolled down his cheeks.

“Yixuan…”

Lin Qingluo was startled and about to ask what happened when Spiritual Power fluctuations suddenly changed. Everyone on the square, including Baoya, froze in place as if time had come to a stop.