It was an ingenious design, and the core of the Talisman Golem.
The Spirit Stone and spiritual talisman were linked and refined together, ensuring that the Talisman Golem could endure for a long time.
Usually, however, improvements to a Talisman Golem's strength began with its spiritual talisman. Directly using a higher-grade Spirit Stone like this was truly an extravagant display of wealth.
One Middle-Grade Spirit Stone was theoretically worth a hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones.
Its market price, however, ranged from roughly a hundred and thirty to a hundred and sixty.
All three people present were paupers.
Song Yan said with a cheerful smile, "We owe such a smooth kill entirely to Fellow Daoist Rong's spirit insects scouting out its secrets. You two should take this one."
His heart was bleeding.
But he meant what he said; he was not merely being polite.
Mostly, with Wu Huaguo present, he did not dare say anything he did not mean.
"All right."
The couple did not stand on ceremony either. "Fellow Daoist Song, there should be more than one Talisman Golem here..."
"If we find any more Middle-Grade Spirit Stones, you and the two of us can split them equally."
Song Yan nodded.
It was not that he trusted the couple completely, only that neither of them had struck him as insincere so far.
Inside the painting's world, in the Ink Pool Forest.
"Che Ning" stood before a great ink-black stone, carved and polished into what looked like an oddly shaped writing desk.
Brushes, ink, and an inkstone rested on the desk, but paper and painting scrolls alone were missing...
Paying this no attention, Che Ning channeled his spiritual power with trembling hands, floating the ancient-looking painting brush before him.
With his hands spread, the brush hovered between them.
As he looked