100% Talisman-Making Success Rate

100% Talisman-Making Success Rate

Lei Jun examined the talisman brush.

Was the Fifth Grade Opportunity of the Upper Middle Auspicious Sign to be found here?

He took the talisman brush to see his master, Yuan Mobai.

Yuan Mobai glanced at it and smiled. "It was the talisman brush I used before, but I set it aside long ago.

"You really are lucky. There were five branch veins beneath the mine pit, and you happened to choose the one containing the Vermillion Point Brush.

"Since that is so, it is a thread of fate. Keep it and use it."

Lei Jun thanked Yuan Mobai and put away the talisman brush.

Afterward, he looked at Wang Guiyuan again.

Wang Guiyuan said, "Don't look at me like that. Honestly, I really am envious of your luck this time, Junior Brother Lei. But opportunities and fortune cannot be forced, and besides, Master has given me other treasures."

Lei Jun nodded, then very straightforwardly took out the Vermillion Point Brush and carefully admired it right in front of Wang Guiyuan.

Wang Guiyuan was uncharacteristically speechless for a moment. "...That may be true, Junior Brother Lei, but don't get too full of yourself."

With a laughing curse, he bade farewell and left.

After parting with Wang Guiyuan, Lei Jun did not immediately return to the Azure Stone Ink Mine beneath his private residence. Instead, he set up a ritual altar in his residence and began trying to make talismans with his new talisman brush.

For talisman ink, talisman paper, and talisman water, he still used the cinnabar, Yellow Paper, and Dragon Tiger Mountain spring water customarily used by the Celestial Master Mansion's Transmission Disciples.

Although he dealt with Azure Stone Ink day in and day out, his current cultivation realm was still insufficient for him to wield this Upper Grade talisman ink.

Forcing the matter would not harm him, but it would cause talisman-making failures, wasting time, Magic Power, and materials for nothing.

Foundation Establishment cultivators generally found it difficult to succeed every time they made talismans.

Generally speaking, at the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage, Celestial Master Mansion disciples had a talisman-making success rate of around fifty percent. Successfully making five out of ten talismans was considered excellent.

Yuan Mobai had praised Lei Jun for picking up spirit talismans quickly and possessing ample spiritual insight.

Lei Jun had not disappointed his master's expectations. At the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage, his average talisman-making success rate had reached around sixty percent.

When drawing his own natal spirit talismans, the Divine Strike Talisman and Wind Riding Talisman, his success rate could even reach seventy percent.

The number of talismans he could make each day had also risen from no more than three when he had first entered Foundation Establishment to over ten a day.

After Lei Jun's cultivation successfully advanced to the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, his average talisman-making success rate reached seventy percent.

When drawing the Divine Strike Talisman and Wind Riding Talisman, it could reach around eighty percent.

At that time, he had been using an ordinary Raven Hair Talisman Brush.

Now that he had switched to the Vermillion Point Brush, Lei Jun focused completely. He walked around the incense table, Stepping on the Dipper and Treading the Gang, his brush falling stroke after stroke.

Wisps of green smoke seemed to rise from both the incense burning in the censer and above Lei Jun's head, meeting in the air before soaring straight up into Qingming.

The first talisman succeeded!

The second talisman succeeded.

Then came the third, fourth, fifth, sixth...

The first six talismans were completed in one unbroken flow!

Unfortunately, the seventh failed.

But the eighth, ninth, and tenth spirit talismans that followed succeeded one after another.

"Ninety percent success..." Lei Jun let out a long breath, his face breaking into a broad smile.

He had drawn the most basic Evil-warding Talismans rather than his own natal spirit talismans, but a ninety-percent success rate was still extraordinary.

Generally speaking, many Celestial Master Mansion disciples at the Foundation Establishment realm could only attain such a success rate upon reaching Foundation Establishment Perfection.

"And the Magic Power consumption isn't as great as I expected." After resting for a while, Lei Jun silently sat cross-legged in meditation to regulate his breathing.

If he had continuously activated the Dragon Horse Scale, it would probably have drained him dry of Magic Power by now.

But Yuan Mobai's Vermillion Point Brush did not do that.

The brush resembled its owner: gentle and enduring, nourishing all things without a sound, a steady stream flowing on.

Lei Jun could clearly sense that he was still far from bringing out all the talisman brush's wondrous abilities.

It was only because of his current realm and Magic Power that the Vermillion Point Brush automatically kept itself to a rhythm best suited to his present state.

As Lei Jun's cultivation improved, the Vermillion Point Brush would display greater effects in the future.

By then, activating it would certainly consume more Magic Power than it did now.

But it would still adapt to his physical condition at that time.

"If this were on Blue Star, it'd be called very intelligent." Lei Jun smiled.

Over the following days, Lei Jun continued testing his control over the Vermillion Point Brush, drawing other spirit talismans.

His two most proficient natal talismans, Divine Strike and Riding the Wind, could even achieve a terrifyingly perfect success rate with the Vermillion Point Brush's enhancement.

Draw ten talismans, and all ten would succeed.

Not a single sheet of talisman paper went to waste, nor was the slightest bit of talisman ink squandered.

At this rate, once my cultivation reaches the Foundation Establishment High Stage, I should have a perfect success rate in making other basic spirit talismans too... Lei Jun thought.

For the time being, he kept the Vermillion Point Brush close and silently nurtured it.

Lei Jun devoted more of his time and energy afterward to focused cultivation.

Within the Azure Stone Ink Mine, beneath the reflected azure-green radiance, more canopies rose upon the Dao Foundation Altar within Lei Jun's body, marking that he was drawing ever closer to the Foundation Establishment High Stage.

Then one day, Lei Jun, who had been sitting with his eyes closed in meditation, suddenly sensed something amiss and opened his eyes.

At some point, another person had appeared in the mine tunnel before him.

The newcomer possessed dazzling features, a tall figure, and flawless proportions. She was unmistakably Tang Xiaotang, whom he had not seen for many days.

"After I returned to the mountain, I heard that Little Martial Uncle had sent you off to mine ore, and it gave me quite a scare."

The tall girl raised the Spirit Gathering Talisman in her hand, covered in Mist-Wreathed Cloud Crystals. "Later, Little Martial Uncle and Senior Brother Wang explained everything to me in detail, and only then did I relax."

Lei Jun smiled. "I merely wanted some peace and quiet to focus on cultivation, so Master made this arrangement. I've made Little Senior Sister worry."

Tang Xiaotang said, "You people really do have too many tricks up your sleeves."

Lei Jun stopped cultivating and rose to his feet, taking the Spirit Gathering Talisman from her hand.

"I'm actually free to come and go. I've just been too lazy to leave. But Senior Brother Wang often tells me what's happening outside. I heard that Little Senior Sister, your trip down the mountain was quite glorious."

Tang Xiaotang said smugly, "Nothing much, nothing much."

In truth, "glorious" was far from enough to describe Tang Xiaotang's remarkable achievements on this trip.

Around the turn of the new year, the biggest news in the world was that the Celestial Master Mansion's new generation of powerhouses had gained a third member, in addition to the Second Celestial Master Xu Yuanzhen and Young Celestial Master Li Zhengxuan.

Yet compared to the Young Celestial Master, who was steady and composed, every inch the young grandmaster, this newly risen Fairy Tang followed a path more like the previous Fairy Xu—taking the slanting sword path.

While winning the Celestial Master Mansion much face, she had also stirred up no small amount of controversy... Well, "controversy" was putting it politely.

To be precise, she had poked quite a few hornets' nests, making the Celestial Master Mansion's upper ranks spend the new year in both pain and joy.

"There's nothing else worth mentioning. But before coming back, I did accomplish one satisfying thing."

Looking at Lei Jun, Tang Xiaotang said, "I previously heard Senior Sister mention what happened when she first met you, before bringing you back to the mountain."

Lei Jun said, "Back then..."

Thanks to Seeking Good Fortune and Avoiding Disaster, he had chosen his path in life according to Sign Fortune for the first time.

It was rather frustrating to say. In transmigration novels Lei Jun had read on Blue Star, even when fellow transmigrators faced danger at the start, they were usually dragged into it by others.

Lei Jun, however, had nearly gotten himself killed.

Though in truth, he had not had time to do anything at all.

But for this world, in a sense, he truly was burdened with original sin.

Because he had transmigrated with his physical body.

Before transmigrating, Lei Jun had read people mention in Blue Star novels that if someone truly transmigrated bodily, then to an ancient era or another world, they would be a walking periodic table of elements—or a sample vault of viruses and germs.

But when that experience happened to him, it was far less pleasant.

Coupled with the uncertainty of mutation, Lei Jun was practically a poison man, a source of pestilence, to an unfamiliar world.

Thus, the newly transmigrated Lei Jun had become the perfect target for the broadly righteous Celestial Master Mansion disciples to slay demons and defend the Dao. He had nearly received the joyous ending of landing straight into a tiny urn.