Since the battle at the Southern Heavenly Gate, the Northern Pole Exorcism Office had directly cut off Lu Chen's contact with the Plague Lord, the Lord God of Wealth, and the Kitchen God.
Aside from sending Broom Star to run errands, Lu Chen could now only communicate face-to-face with the Plague Lord and his elder brother through methods like City God Street.
But talisman crafting had to be done through a temple's blessing.
Now that he could not even summon the gods down, crafting talismans was out of the question.
"What a fine Northern Pole Exorcism Office!"
Lu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, a blaze smoldering in their depths. "First they cut off my contacts, then they withhold my immortal merit. This grudge... is settled."
Fortunately, even if he could not make offerings himself, there was still Sun Yourong.
With her current progress, crafting something as minor as a Market-Opening Talisman would not be difficult.
He could have her craft the talismans for him when the time came.
That was the advantage of having more people—many hands made light work.
And if Sun Yourong could not do it, he still had others under him!
"I wonder when Master, Brother, and the Kitchen God will have their punishments lifted."
One day in Heaven was one year on earth.
The Northern Pole Exorcism Office surely would not revoke the punishment anytime soon.
That was truly a hidden danger.
In Jiang Province, he could still meet the Plague Lord and the others through City God Street.
But if he ever left Jiang Province and went elsewhere, that would mean their contact was completely severed.
Lost in thought, Lu Chen simply left the Lord God of Wealth Hall and headed straight to the Underworld Hall.
By the time night had fallen, he looked at