That Shout Was Way Too Fake

"Wahaha! Another one!"

The little stone house rang once more with laughter like that of an old lecher who had just seen the top courtesan of a brothel stripped bare.

For the next six days, Wei Suo remained in a frenzy. Every two Fireball Talismans he refined meant one Low-grade Spirit Stone earned. It was as if he had accidentally fallen into a Spirit Stone ore vein—anything he dug out was a Spirit Stone. For Wei Suo, whose thirst for Spirit Stones had lasted many years, naturally he dug day and night without rest.

To the Green Robe Old Man, this was like finding a treasure as well. Just as he had judged from the start, Wei Suo truly possessed decent talent in talisman refinement. When refining sixteen Fireball Talismans at once, he could now produce around twelve successfully, giving him a success rate above seventy percent. And Wei Suo was still using an ordinary talisman brush. If he switched to a good one, his success rate in refining Fireball Talismans would likely rise directly above eighty percent. Among all the masters the Green Robe Old Man had followed, not one had managed an eighty-percent success rate with Fireball Talismans.

Moreover, Wei Suo had gained experience in talisman refinement. Whenever he grew somewhat tired from refining talismans during the day, he would stop and make talisman paper first. Making talisman paper did not consume much energy anyway, and once his mind had mostly recovered, he would resume refining. At first, he could only refine around ten Fireball Talismans a day at most. By the fourth day, however, Wei Suo was already able to refine roughly thirty Fireball Talismans daily.

"This sort of guy is actually a talisman-refining genius. What the hell." Watching Wei Suo clutch a newly refined Fireball Talisman