Ma Xiaoling, the Weakest of the Ma Family
After finishing the talisman, Jiang Hao put away the talisman brush and the Celestial Master Seal. Ma Xiaoling asked, "Why did you stop? Didn't you say you'd give me two?"
"My cultivation isn't strong enough. I can only draw one a day," Jiang Hao said.
In truth, with Jiang Hao's current cultivation, drawing a hundred Advanced Talismans in a day would not have been a problem.
Ma Xiaoling secretly found it a pity, but one was still very good. This was an Advanced Talisman, after all.
She needed to find a way to keep him here. Then she could have him draw one for her every day, squeezing him like a cow for an endless supply. That would be pretty good too.
The two went to the living room. Ma Xiaoling was noticeably much warmer than before. "Are you thirsty? Want something to drink?"
Jiang Hao thought that she really was practical. The moment there was something to gain, her attitude immediately improved.
"A can of beer."
Ma Xiaoling brought over two chilled cans of beer. After they each took a couple of sips, Ma Xiaoling's mind began to turn. "Daoist Jiang, what are your plans for the future?"
Ma Xiaoling thought that this guy had just arrived and was unfamiliar with the place. He would definitely say that he did not know what he should do.
Then she could take the opportunity to say, Why not stay and help me? I'll pay you a salary, and you can learn about worldly affairs while you're at it.
He was a Daoist with spiritual power. He would definitely make a great helper, and he could produce a talisman for her every day. No matter how she calculated it, she would come out ahead.