"This is rather interesting. It may not have much power, but it's good for scaring people. How much?"
"One Spirit Stone per talisman."
"What? One Spirit Stone?" The cultivator was greatly shocked. "That expensive? You might as well go rob someone."
"Exactly. Charging such a high price for a low-grade talisman—you've gone mad dreaming of Spirit Stones."
Faced with the cultivators' accusations, Liu Jing looked deeply aggrieved. "But this isn't an ordinary low-grade talisman."
"So what? Its power is still the same as a low-grade one."
No wonder they reacted that way. Ten ordinary low-grade talismans were not even worth one Spirit Stone. This price was indeed rather outrageous. Spirit Movement Stage cultivators were generally poor; how could they afford it?
Watching everyone disperse, Liu Jing sighed. At Daofu Mountain, his aptitude was average, placing him somewhere in the middle. Yet his mind was nimble, and he often came up with all sorts of strange and ingenious ideas, then put them into practice. This low-grade talisman that looked like a high-grade talisman was one of his proudest creations. However, the sect elders did not appreciate it. Instead, they rebuked him for neglecting proper cultivation and wasting his time studying inexplicable things.
Liu Jing did not dare talk back, but inwardly he remained unconvinced. So he had brought his work to the Talisman Fair, hoping to sell it for a good price and prove himself. Who would have thought that not only would he fail to sell a single one, he would instead be mocked and criticized? He could not help hanging his head in dejection.
"How many talismans do you have?"
A kind voice reached his ears. Liu Jing looked up and saw a young man in Floating Cloud Valley robes smiling at him.
Unlike those people, Lin Xuan