Spring gave way to autumn.
Little Talisman Hall.
After going over the account books, Aaron discovered that after deducting the shop's rent, he had actually lost several dozen spirit stones.
"But it's like an apothecary—the reputation has to build up slowly... In a few years, it'll be fine."
Aaron looked over the shelves of talismans in every variety. They contained not only several types of low-grade talismans he had made himself, but also talismans he had bought from other talisman masters.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, he had also gotten to know quite a few fellow cultivators. They occasionally exchanged talisman-making experience, and he sometimes gained something from it.
"Now that I don't need to cultivate, I spend every day making talismans... The success rate for the 'Spring-Returning Talisman' has risen to twenty or thirty percent."
"And once I successfully make the 'Vajra Talisman,' the situation will be vastly different."
"But making talismans nonstop makes it hard to spare attention for the shop's affairs. I need to hire a shop assistant... I mentioned it to Old Qian last time, and he thumped his chest and took it on himself. The person he finds should be fairly reliable... right?"
In fact, working at a shop was a dream job for many Rogue Cultivators.
No matter how high or low the pay, one hidden benefit was being able to live inside the market, enjoying the spirit vein and spiritual energy to aid one's cultivation.
Thus, some shops hired an early- or mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivator as a clerk and paid only a few spirit stones a year, yet people still fought over the position.
The next day.
Aaron brewed himself a pot of spirit tea when he saw Qian Fu'er lead a young man inside. "Fellow Daoist Fang, take a look at