Planting the Immortality Tree in the Wizarding World

After leaving the old site of the Talisman Master Association, Ronan's light body talisman power was still there, so he ran towards a small path.

He ran for a distance and came to an uninhabited place, then stopped and began to check the things he got from the corpses.

He first probed into Zong Lin's storage bag with his spirit.

This was also a space of about one cubic meter.

In this way, with the storage black ring, he could carry two cubic meters of things in the future.

'This saves a lot of gold coins. '

In the wizard world, such a storage wizard device requires seven or eight thousand Valand gold coins to buy.

His storage black ring was also a bargain, so he could only bid for three thousand and five gold coins.

In the storage bag, there were ten medium-grade spirit stones and thirty or so low-grade spirit stones.

On the other side, there were three talisman secret books.

One of the talisman secret books contained the drawing methods of three first-level upper-grade talismans.

——Golden Armor Talisman, Wind Chasing Talisman, Flying Sword Talisman.

He already knows how to use the Flying Sword Talisman.

And the Golden Armor Talisman and Wind Chasing Talisman are basically upgraded versions of the Bodyguard Talisman and the Light Body Talisman.

Another talisman secret book contains the drawing methods of four first-level medium-grade talismans.

—— Bodyguard Talisman, Light Body Talisman, Freezing Talisman, Flame Talisman.

The last talisman secret book contains the drawing methods of five first-level low-grade talismans.

—— Cleaning Talisman, Deodorizing Talisman, Illuminating Talisman, Stripping Talisman, Refreshing Talisman.

In addition, there are the remaining talismans of Zong Lin in the storage bag.

There are about a thousand first-level medium-grade talismans, such as bodyguard talismans.

And there are less than ten left that have reached the master level.

‘This Zong Lin is really as Lin Shan said, he is really lame, there are so few master-level talismans. ’

Seeing that there are fewer talismans, Ronan couldn’t help but curse in his heart.

There were two more talismans, and Ronan recognized the strokes on them. They were the Golden Armor Talisman and the Wind Chasing Talisman that he had just seen in the talisman secret book.

‘Why didn’t Zonglin use them just now? ’

‘Could it be that the quality of these two talismans was too low, and Zonglin felt that their power was not as good as the master-level talisman and light body talisman he drew? ’

After looking at Zonglin’s storage bag, he withdrew his mind and probed into the storage black ring to check other gains.

Zonglin’s apprentices, adopted sons, and hired people didn’t have much stuff.

Most of them had entry-level and skilled-level talismans, and there were few proficient-level ones.

Then, the total number of spirit stones they had was only about thirty pieces, all of which were low-grade spirit stones.

‘These people are really poor! ’

Ronan withdrew his mind from the storage black ring, shook his head, and ran back to the C-shaped market.

He planned to continue selling talismans in the market.

He went to the Talisman Master Association and returned, and soon someone would find the bodies of Zong Lin and others.

This would make people suspect that he killed these people.

But he was not afraid of suspicion.

Huanzhen Sect's fairyland is not the Kingdom of Valant in the wizard world, and there are no laws.

Apart from Huanzhen Sect, the mansion area and the shanty area are just gathering places for casual cultivators who want to get spiritual energy.

The reason why Huanzhen Sect kept these casual cultivators here is because these casual cultivators can mine, farm, and participate in sect fights for them.

Huanzhen Sect only entrusted the immortal cultivation families in the mansion area to manage these two areas in a rough manner.

As long as there are people mining, farming, and participating in sect fights, as for the vendettas of those casual cultivators, they don't want to care at all.

If these casual cultivators cultivate to the middle stage of Qi Refining, they will have a lifespan of at least a hundred years.

And because they are immortal cultivators, they are physically strong and their childbearing age is extended a lot.

Therefore, the population density of the mansion area and the shanty area has always been high.

Even in some periods, it can be called "overcrowded".

Therefore, the Huanzhen Sect and the Xiuxian Family really don't care much about killing people for revenge.

Moreover, they are all cultivators who have to practice every day, and they won't spend time managing public security.

Ronan learned from Lin Shan that Zong Lin was just a seventh-level Qi Refining Talisman Master, who did not have the support of Xiuxian Family and Huanzhen Sect, and he had never heard that he had any relatives in Xiuxian Family and Sect.

Killing him would not have a bad impact on him.

On the contrary, he could monopolize the market of first-level middle-grade talismans such as amulets, light body talismans, flame talismans, and freezing talismans.

While thinking, Ronan came to the C-shaped market.

After finding a stall, he spread out the talismans and started selling them.

Not only did he sell the talismans he drew, but he also sold the talismans he got from Zong Lin and others.

It took Ronan only half an hour from leaving with Chen Xin and others to returning.

Some cultivators who saw Ronan leave before were still strolling in the market.

They recognized Ronan, and when they saw him coming back, they were puzzled.

‘Why did this guy come back so soon? ’

‘I guess he went to the talisman master meeting and became a disciple of Zonglin. ’

The monks guessed and walked to Ronan’s stall to see that the price of the talismans sold there had not changed.

But there were many more talismans on the stall than before.

‘With so many talismans, I guess some of them were sold for Zonglin. ’

‘I don’t know what this person said to Zonglin to lower the price of the talismans. ’

‘But it’s a bargain for us monks. ’

The monks sold talismans to Ronan one after another.

Ronan counted the talismans, handed them over, and collected the spirit stones skillfully.

He had Hongmeng, and he could tell how many talismans he had in his hand at a glance.

He counted the talismans not for himself, but for the customers.

At noon, Ronan felt hungry, so he closed the stall first and ordered a bowl of noodles in the Fangshi restaurant.

The craftsmanship of making this noodle is the same as that of the snail noodle in the secular world.

However, the noodle is made of spiritual rice, and the sour bamboo shoots, bean curd, etc. in the soup are also grown in the immortal domain of Huanzhen Sect, which contains spiritual energy.

Ronan ate a bowl and felt unsatisfied, so he ordered two more bowls before giving up.

After eating, he took out a deodorizing talisman from Zonglin's storage bag and slapped it on himself.

Suddenly, there was no odor on his body.

After paying the bill, he set up the stall again.

However, when Ronan came back this time, some monks looked at him with a little strangeness in their eyes - like fear.

After setting up the stall for a while, the noisy voices in the market suddenly weakened a lot.

The crowd moved to both sides and made way.

On the road, a burly man with a beard, biting a sugarcane, walked over with two younger brothers.

Ronan scanned the area with his spiritual sense and knew that this person was the market manager he met when he first came to the market.

Whenever this person and his younger brother passed by a stall, the younger brother would go up to the stall owner and ask for spiritual stones.

None of the stall owners resisted and gave them all.

At this time, three people passed by Ronan's stall.

A younger brother walked up and was about to ask for spiritual stones. When he saw that it was Ronan, he was stunned for a moment and suddenly stopped.

Then, he turned around and walked back to the market manager.

The market manager glanced at the younger brother and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Boss, weren't Master Zong Fu and his several disciples and adopted sons killed this morning?" The younger brother whispered.

"Yes, so what?" The market manager frowned like a brush and asked.

"I heard that this person killed them." The younger brother moved closer to the market manager and spoke in a mosquito-like voice.