Why are the Talismans I Drawn Banned Again?!

After the hook hit the water, the calm surface and the serene reality quickly cooled Zhou Yunshan down.

Because when he turned the Fishing Talisman’s power all the way up, he was unable to catch any fish at all.

Fishermen are known for their patience, yet Zhou Yunshan had waited for more than an hour without so much as a single fish biting the hook.

Could it be that the power was too high and burnt out the Talisman?

That shouldn’t be the case, right?

Zhou Yunshan reduced the power again and, sure enough, he was able to catch big fish again.

When he turned the power all the way up once more, there was no response.

Strange.

This was too strange.

He should consult Master Lu again, before he went to bed.

Approximately four hundred li to the east of Wuyue, there is the confluence of Wu River and Ming River.

As a tributary of the Ming River, Wu River’s scale naturally cannot be compared with that of Ming River.

Upon the broad expanse of the Ming River, a small boat drifted quietly.

An old fisherman sat in the boat.

After the start of the fishing ban, he could only row his boat out each day to fish, finding solace in the activity.

Unlike other fishing enthusiasts, the old fisherman used a homemade rod, with a long bamboo pole and cotton line, and the hook was a bent needle; his bait was freshly caught earthworms.

He believed in a ‘karmic fishing’ method.

The advantage of the karmic fishing method was that you never expect to actually catch a fish, so every time a fish was hooked, it was considered a gift from nature.

Just as the old fisherman was sitting cross-legged in the boat, gazing at the calm waters of the Ming River, he suddenly noticed that the water beneath him turned completely dark in an instant.

This abnormal situation immediately made the old fisherman stand up, holding his fishing rod and vigilantly scanning his surroundings.

His experience as a fisherman told him that this was definitely not anything ominous, for he was far too familiar with these waters.

To get a better view, the old fisherman climbed onto the roof of the small boat.

Looking down, he was shocked.

The water had not turned black!

It had become shallow!

The reason for the shallowness was that a giant fish was passing under his boat!

What appeared to be the suddenly darkened water was actually the fish’s back – long and wide, it looked like the deck of a large ship!

Before the old fisherman could react further, the giant fish suddenly started, then turned and dived into the depths, disappearing in the direction of the sea currents.

The surface of the calm river was left with only him, his soul still in shock.

A day or two later, several cities around the Ming River almost simultaneously gave birth to legends about a water monster in Ming River.

Some said the fish were as big as ships, some claimed they saw countless tentacles, and others alleged encountering white sharks and black whales.

However, hardly anyone believed these stories; after all, why would these sea creatures come to the Ming River? Were they too full and needed to exert themselves?

Additionally, there were only a few witnesses, and each of their stories differed.

So it was definitely those air force folks who couldn’t catch fish and made up these stories to scare people.

About three hundred li to the west of Wuyue.

Beneath a certain mountain cliff with a waterfall, there was a Cultivator meditating.

From the aura emanating from the Cultivator’s body, his Cultivation Level was at least at the mid-phase of the Foundation Establishment.

What was strange, though, was that even with the waterfall’s turbulent water sluicing over his body, his clothes, hair, and even his skin remained untouched by the moisture.

What was even more astonishing was that on the Cultivator’s skin were faintly visible indentations, grid-like and resembling fish scales, spread across his entire body.

This Cultivator, like an unmoving boulder, sat beneath the waterfall for several days and nights at a time.

However, just a moment ago, the Cultivator suddenly opened his eyes, looking off into the distance.

A few breaths later, he closed his eyes again.

“This is ridiculous,” he said.

But before long, the Cultivator opened his eyes once more.

This time, not only did he gaze into the distance, he also furrowed his brows deeply.

“Strange, why does it feel like someone’s talking to me from afar?”

This “voice” was very odd; even under the deafening waterfall, he could hear it quite clearly.

It seemed as if these words were not conveyed through normal sound waves, but rather some more mystical force.

It didn’t affect him much, but the voice kept repeating itself, getting somewhat annoying.

The Cultivator motioned towards the water, and a little fish flew into his hand.

He imparted a Spell onto the small fish and released it back into the water before he sat down to resume his meditation.

The small fish entered the water and slowly followed the school, swimming in the direction of Wuyue.

Two days later, at Yue Lipeng’s home.

The living room.

Yue Ping slumped on the living room sofa with a magazine that introduced the various universities in the Capital in front of him, but he had no intention of reading.

He had just seen a picture of a female cultivator with a cool and detached demeanor on the magazine.

This involuntarily made him think of the girl he couldn’t forget, that day.

Although the female cultivator in the magazine was pretty, she couldn’t compare to that one.

She was simply too beautiful.

She practically crushed Yue Ping’s sense of aesthetics underfoot!

These days, Yue Ping had thought about a lot, and he knew, he probably wasn’t good enough for that female cultivator.

But he couldn’t forget that brief glimpse he had caught that night.

There was still a sliver of hope in Yue Ping’s heart.

Because there’s always a what-if.

What if, what if he could really match up to her?

“What are you thinking about?”

Yue Linger’s voice snapped Yue Ping out of his daydream.

Yue Ping raised his head to see the fierce eyes of his sister.

So, he obediently made room on the sofa, and wisely squeezed into a corner that wouldn’t affect his sister’s activities.

Seeing her little brother being so sensible, Yue Linger didn’t bother to bicker with him.

The ranks within the Yue family were always very clear.

Yue Linger = Han Li > Yue Lipeng > Wangcai >>> Yue Ping.

Although Yue Ping had a bit of talent in cultivating immortality, this achievement was nothing in front of his sister, Yue Linger.

In layman’s terms, Yue Linger is the “daughter of someone else’s family” that ordinary families talk about.

Beautiful, diligent, gifted, well-mannered, sweet-talking, filial…

Basically, there was no fault to find.

Yue Linger sat on the sofa with a Talisman Master’s textbook in her hands and, seeing Yue Ping reading a magazine, she asked, “Have you decided which university to attend? With your grades, any of the universities in the Capital should be easy to pick from, right?”

Yue Ping sighed and said, “I feel like it’s only going to be Lotus University or Ling University.”

Yue Linger spoke with disdain, “If you go to Lotus University, don’t say you’re my brother, I can’t lose face like that.”

Yue Ping was used to being taunted by Yue Linger from childhood.

And since his sister was better than him in every aspect, he didn’t mind the teasing. After all, he couldn’t match up, so he had to accept it.

Yue Linger lay comfortably on the sofa, opened her Talisman Master’s textbook, and began to seriously review knowledge relevant to a second-level Talisman Master.

Although Yue Linger was a second-level Talisman Master, she had only just passed the exam this year, not too long ago.

The advice she gave to Jiang Cheng the other day was actually very practical.

A Talisman Master needs to continuously upgrade their rank in order to have access to and use more resources, so it’s best to take the exam and get certified as soon as possible.

Take the simplest example of the price of Talismans.

A general first-level Talisman is priced between several tens of Spirit Crystals and up to a dozen Low-grade Spirit Stones.

Only a very few exceptionally difficult to draw and rare first-level Talismans could sell for tens to a hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones.

A random second-level Talisman could easily sell for a hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones.

The price of most second-level Talismans ranged between one hundred Spirit Stones and one thousand Spirit Stones.

Above one thousand Spirit Stones is the price range for third-level Talismans.

Yue Linger didn’t have the ability to draw third-level Talismans.

As a newcomer who had just stepped into the threshold of second-level, the second-level Talismans she could draw and knew how to draw were actually not many.

So she had to seize the time to study Talismans.

If a part-time job required her to draw a Talisman she didn’t know how to, that would be bad.

As for first-level Talismans, Yue Linger hadn’t even thought about them.

Not that she looked down on first-level Talismans.

It’s just that the profit from drawing first-level Talismans was not enough even to fill the gaps between her teeth.

As Yue Linger was working hard studying Talismans, the communication Talisman in her bedroom suddenly sounded.

Yue Linger hurried to the bedroom and picked up the communication Talisman.

“Hello? Cousin?”

“There’s a great part-time job, do you want to come over to the association and have a look?”

“Absolutely, I’ll be right over!”