Such behavior was no different from trading lives for money.
Mo Chen gave the list a cursory look before putting it away. The sect knew exactly what it was doing: it wanted the horse to run without letting it eat any grass.
Clearly, it wanted the disciples going in to collect all the materials listed, but feared they might not put their hearts into it, so it had established tiers of rewards.
The more materials they gathered, and the rarer those materials were, the greater their rewards upon coming out.
The sect had bestowed treasures for self-defense, then handed them such a long list. With this blend of favor and force, every disciple had no choice but to dutifully work for the sect.
Sigh.
Mo Chen certainly would not risk his life over something so trivial. He would find a way to ask cultivators who had entered the Half-Limit Secret Realm in previous years whether there was any way to keep some of its good materials for himself without the sect investigating too closely.
Afterward, Mo Chen carefully put everything away, then took out his remaining four thousand nine hundred sheets of Talisman Paper and began Talisman Drawing.
Come to think of it, he had his days as a historian at the Great Qian Academy of Letters to thank. He had started out as a historian at Great Qian's Wenyuan Pavilion, copying and writing all day long. His brush control had improved, naturally making his talisman strokes steadier.
Thus, Mo Chen did not know whether he had talent or had simply developed it bit by bit, but his success rate was a little higher than that of a beginner.
Over the next half year, Mo Chen turned all his remaining Talisman Paper into commonly used Talismans, covering attack, defense, and