[Calm down, enlightenment point +1]

The mysterious voice made Alex Reed feel extremely satisfied.

At this moment, his mind calmed down slightly.

Two hours later, there was no sound again, and the sense of crisis in his heart resurfaced.

Today's session ended successfully.

A total of 3 enlightenment points were obtained.

"Panel."

After muttering silently in his mind, a semi-transparent light curtain appeared in front of Alex.

- **Alex Reed: Third Level of Qi Training**

- **Five Elements Spiritual Roots: Metal 17, Wood 29, Water 18, Fire 31, Earth 18**

- **Perception Points: 3**

- **Talisman Making: Apprentice (915/1000)**

- **Alchemy: Apprentice (12/1000)**

- **Item Refining: Apprentice (15/1000)**

- **Puppet: Apprentice (54/1000)**

- **Spirit Plant: Apprentice (111/1000)**

- **Array: Apprentice (1/1000)**

- **Poison Refining: Apprentice (14/1000)**

Looking at the information on the panel, Alex sat up from the bed.

He added the three insight points he just gained to the talisman-making insights.

After enduring it for more than half a year, he was finally getting over it.

Due to the uneasy environment, he could not calm down most of the time every day.

He had to go out once or twice a month to take on tasks to collect next month's rent.

On average, there were only two or three insight points a day.

Fortunately, the original owner also had some knowledge before, and it was not taken away when he died.

From the many crafts on the panel, it was clear how hard the original owner had worked.

The minimum limit for cultivating immortals is so low that even dogs could learn it.

However, not many dogs have learned how to do it.

The original owner had no talent!

He was already the most talented at making talismans, but he couldn't even draw a basic talisman before.

Alex figured out the role of experience points little by little.

After traveling through time, he understood that the world of cultivating immortals in reality was different from the world of cultivating immortals in his imagination.

He thought of cultivating immortals by eating morning dew and drinking sunset, while immortals caressed one's head and taught immortality.

However, times have changed.

Ancient times are long gone.

To cultivate immortality, one must also keep up with the times.

You have to pay rent and buy food, so you have to budget carefully.

Even the fairies have to stink.

Putting his hands under his head, Alex began to think.

"There are still sixteen days in this month, plus thirty days in the next month. Even if there are two enlightenment points every day, there will be ninety-two enlightenment points."

"It's enough for me to understand how to make talismans and become a first-level low-grade Talisman Master."

"Being a Talisman Master means I won't have to take on missions, and my safety will be much improved."

With this thought in mind, he felt a little excited.

Getting up from the bed, he took out the talisman pen, spiritual ink, and thirteen blank talisman papers from his storage bag.

Carefully opening the ink bottle, he felt the aura inside.

The spiritual ink was placed in the storage bag and the spiritual energy would not dissipate in a short time, but Alex still couldn't help but want to check it.

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After carefully checking the three-piece talisman-making set, he put these items back into the storage bag.

He had never used these three things since he traveled through time.

This is one of the few legacies left by the original owner.

It’s not that he wanted to keep it as a thought, it’s mainly because he was afraid of wasting it.

For his current net worth, a piece of talisman paper is an additional expense.

Not only was the three-piece talisman-making set unused, but Alex had not practiced in the past six months.

He just did two things.

Stayed in a rental house to gain insights.

Went out and took on tasks to collect rent.

Fortunately, the Clearwater Sect is also very good.

They provide a year's worth of food, ordinary rice and sweet potatoes, to the casual cultivators who come to open up wasteland.

The death of the original owner was just in time, leaving Alex ten months before he could be released on bail.

It didn't let him go hungry.

Relying on financial aid, he survived for more than half a year.

If he didn't have to pay the rent, he wouldn't even want to take on the wasteland reclamation task.

No matter what.

If you don't accept the mission, you will die.

"When I become a Talisman Master, I can eat spiritual rice."

"Dogs won't eat sweet potatoes."

"Ahem..."

The stinging pain in his lungs brought Alex, who had been dreaming about the wonderful things to come, back to reality.

"Hey...after making the talisman and earning the spiritual stone, I'd better clear my lungs first."

With a wry smile and rubbing his lungs, Alex grabbed a sweet potato from the storage bag, rubbed the soil on the surface with his hands, and took a bite.

Okay, a little sweet.

One month and three days later.

Alex, in the rental house, stared at the panel.

- **Talisman Making: Apprentice (999/1000)**

- **Perception Points: 1**

"...cough cough cough..."

"Cough cough cough..."

There was a series of continuous coughs that almost took Alex away.

He was so excited.

More than half a year of planning had finally come to fruition.

Once he became a Talisman Master, the rent was nothing. He could rent two rooms to live in and burn one to the original owner.

Alex suppressed the excitement in his heart and added his enlightenment points to the talisman making.

In an instant, he felt like something was growing in his head.

The original owner learned a variety of crafts. Although he was unsuccessful, he still knew a little bit about them.

The most commonly used first-level low-grade talismans include the Flame Talisman, the Flying Body Talisman, and the Earth Armor Talisman.

But at this moment, Alex's mind was filled with information about hundreds of first-order low-grade talismans.

He fell into a kind of mystery, as if he had been immersed in these talismans for many years.

Most of these talismans are useless and not very practical, and no one knows who created them.

Some talismans have many ways of drawing, just like there are several ways to write the word "fennel" in fennel beans.

The mysteries of various talismans flashed through his mind.

Each one was deeply engraved in his memory, as if Alex had really immersed himself in it for decades.

He carefully received the drawing method of each talisman, and also selected which one was suitable for him to draw at the moment.

Cloudfield Lake is full of miasma, and the best-selling one is naturally the miasma-removing talisman.

One piece is worth five spirit stones, which is one piece more expensive than other talismans of the same level.

After Alex went through all the talismans, he chose the miasma-removing talisman.

But after a brief thought, he gave up.

The miasma-removing talisman is a fine talisman among the first-level lower-grade talismans, and there are also first-level middle-grade and first-level upper-grade miasma-removing talismans above.

But even for a first-grade inferior anti-miasma talisman, the complicated rune outline is two or three times more difficult than other talismans of the same grade.

Drawing runes requires one's own spiritual power to support it. Alex estimated that his current state could not support the production of anti-miasma talismans.

It is better to start with simple and easy talismans.

After removing the miasma in the body, make anti-miasma talismans.

A quarter of an hour later, Alex reached out and lifted the bedding, revealing a smooth stone slab.

The talisman pen, spiritual ink, and talisman paper were all placed in front of him in one go.

Spread the paper, grind, and pick up the pen.

In the dark, he was like a veteran who had been immersed in the art of talismans for decades, and began to draw spiritual patterns on the talisman paper.

He drew the Flame Talisman.

A first-grade inferior Flame Talisman, worth three inferior spiritual stones.

The spiritual power fell on the talisman paper, outlining a complex and mysterious pattern.

The talisman paper overflowed with red light, emitting spiritual fluctuations, and soon dimmed.

It's done!

"Cough cough cough..."

Alex, holding the talisman pen, stared blankly at the Flame Talisman in front of him.

He couldn't quite believe he had drawn it.

He was a serious Talisman Master.

"Cough cough—"

The cough woke Alex from his daze, and he quickly put down the talisman pen.

Just now, two drops of spiritual ink were wasted due to the shaking of coughing.

The plan of more than half a year finally came true.

Alex walked around in the hut a little impatiently.

After walking back and forth a few times, he reacted.

"Calm down, calm down, I am too unstable, this is just a first-level low-grade Talisman Master."

"Be steady!"

"Huff... inhale... huh... cough cough cough..."

Muttering this under his breath, how could Alex really calm down?

For the past six months, he had been trapped in a small rental house, living in fear all day long, and his spirit had been devastated.

With the skill of making talismans, he had a way to earn spiritual stones, and he didn’t have to take on the task of opening up new land to make up for the rent.

In the past few months, he was able to come back safely every time because he took the task of exploring the area near the market.

It took at least two or three days for one trip, and he was given three or five spiritual stones, which was barely enough to make up for the rent.

Even so, he got himself a poisonous lung.

Coughing every day, his lungs were about to come out.

In the long run, he could also accumulate spiritual stones to buy a boat ticket to leave Cloudfield Market.

This place is not stable at all.

With the skill of making talismans, it is better to find a stable place to live.