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"You kid!"

Uncle Jiu glanced at Lin Fan, shook his head with a chuckle, and then said solemnly, "As your Master, I'll teach you a fire-element talisman."

Seeing this, Lin Fan handed over a brush and cinnabar ink.

Uncle Jiu took them with ease.

Suddenly, his eyes became resolute.

Holding the brush in his right hand and a talisman paper in his left.

Clear patterns appeared as Uncle Jiu's right hand moved the brush, drawing them one by one.

With powerful strokes, each line was laid down.

Uncle Jiu's aura was magnificent.

It was as if this wasn't a Taoist priest drawing a talisman, but an artist creating a masterpiece.

In a moment, a complete talisman appeared on the table.

Lin Fan dared not slack off, watching intently with utmost concentration.

Countless patterns of the Blazing Fire Talisman had already been etched in his mind.

Uncle Jiu's energy circulated.

He activated a talisman, raised his sword-finger, and shouted.

"Blazing Fire Spell, activate!"

At his fingertip, a nascent blazing fire appeared, following Uncle Jiu's will.

It flared intensely at times, and became tiny at others.

"How was it?"

Uncle Jiu looked at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan took out a blank talisman paper.

He held a brush, his eyes resolute.

As if he had perfect recall, he began drawing the same patterns Uncle Jiu had just drawn.

Uncle Jiu watched Lin Fan drawing the talisman in astonishment.

Lin Fan, though slower, was thorough and meticulous, not stumped by the complex patterns.

In a few places, his strokes were even more nimble than Uncle Jiu's.

After a short wait, a complete Blazing Fire Talisman was drawn.

It was presented before Uncle Jiu.

Although Lin Fan had talent, his photographic memory still shocked Uncle Jiu time and time again.

"Not bad, not bad. You learn quite quickly."

Uncle Jiu nodded in satisfaction.

Lin Fan replied consecutively, "It's all thanks to Master's excellent guidance."

"It's getting late, you should get some rest too."

As Uncle Jiu finished speaking, he walked towards his room.

Lin Fan followed and closed the door.

Sitting on the bed, he had a thought.

"System, upgrade the Blazing Fire Spell!"

Lin Fan was overjoyed, finally having another Taoist technique.

[Ding! Host has consumed 1000 Skill Points, Blazing Fire Spell has been upgraded from Beginner to Minor Accomplishment!]

[Ding! Host has consumed 2000 Skill Points, Blazing Fire Spell has been upgraded from Minor Accomplishment to Major Accomplishment!]

[Ding! Host has consumed 4000 Skill Points, Blazing Fire Spell has been upgraded from Major Accomplishment to Grand Perfection!]

"System, check the Merit Points required to optimize the Blazing Fire Spell."

[System Prompt: Optimizing Blazing Fire Spell requires Merit Points: 400]

Damn it!

You Blazing Fire Spell, asking for 400 right off the bat.

But it's understandable, after all, it's an offensive Taoist spell.

Looks like I'll just have to save up.

Lin Fan cursed inwardly.

I'm afraid I'll just have to wait for time to slowly accumulate some Skill Points.

We'll talk about it after upgrading the Soul Locking Evil Dispelling Talisman.

Lying down and leveling up is the ultimate dream.

I also need to get some Merit Points and upgrade the Blazing Fire Spell along the way.

My strength has improved considerably now.

In the world of Taoist magic, the path is wide open.

Truly, all roads lead to a bright future.

The future is promising!

The sun slowly descended halfway down the mountain, casting a warm glow.

Dusk arrived.

The entire afternoon, under Uncle Jiu's guidance, Qiu Sheng continued to place protective talismans in the backyard of Ren Manor.

Lin Fan also took the talismans handed to him by Uncle Jiu and went to the various side rooms.

Arranging them one by one.

At this moment, the three of them walked towards the main hall to rest for a bit.

"Wen Cai, going to buy materials, and still not back this late."

Uncle Jiu said, looking towards the main entrance while examining his teacup, with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Master, Wen Cai must have finished buying the materials and is deliberately taking his time to slack off."

Qiu Sheng said with conviction.

Suddenly, a thin old servant appeared at the main entrance.

He rushed towards the main hall in a panic.

"Bad news, Uncle Jiu! Wen Cai has been arrested by A Wei."

The old servant shouted, panting as he hurried his steps.

Lin Fan quickly stood up and steadied the returning old servant, asking, "Why? What happened?"

"This humble one doesn't know, Daoist Lin. But it seems they're already torturing him for information."

The old servant flicked his hands, saying weakly.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu instantly stood up.

His eyes showed a hint of anxiety as he hurried towards the exit.

"Master, I'll go with you."

Lin Fan prepared to follow him.

"It's getting dark, and Ren Manor isn't fully secured yet. Just in case, you should stay here. I'll be back soon."

As he spoke, Uncle Jiu had already walked out the main gate of Ren Manor.

Seeing this, Lin Fan and Qiu Sheng continued with their work.

Suddenly, the Ren father and daughter were seen walking down slowly from the second floor.

"Lin Fan, you should take a break too. Come over here for some tea."

Ren Tingting sat down at the tea table, poured a cup of tea for Master Ren, and then beckoned Lin Fan over.

"Certainly, Miss Ren. I'd be happy to accept."

Qiu Sheng preempted Lin Fan and accepted for him.

Lin Fan glanced contemptuously at the lecherous Qiu Sheng and walked towards the tea table.

Ren Tingting looked at Lin Fan, her small face flushing slightly, and said softly, "Lin Fan, this is the Pu'er tea my father treasures. It's smooth going down and has a slight sweetness. He usually doesn't even drink it himself. Come and try it."

"Miss Ren, I thought it was the scent of tea from afar just now. Only when I got closer did I realize it was your fragrance. What kind of perfume are you wearing?"

Qiu Sheng snatched the teacup Ren Tingting was offering to Lin Fan, his face full of lust.

Lin Fan rolled his eyes at Qiu Sheng and sat down.

Master Ren held his teacup.

He couldn't put it down for a long time, nor did he drink it.

"I don't know where my father has gone. It's truly worrying. I hope nothing unexpected has happened."

Master Ren put down his teacup and sighed.