First to enter was a middle-aged man at the Mid Golden Core stage. Judging by his simple attire, he was clearly a ascetic cultivator. His bulging muscles and rough stubble further confirmed this—he was someone who focused entirely on cultivation and neglected his appearance.
The two strips of cloth draped across his shoulder, along with his short cotton-cloth trousers and skirt, also bore this out.
The middle-aged man had a booming, raspy voice. As soon as he stepped through the door, his bold voice rang out: "I heard you're looking for talisman-making jade slips here! Coincidentally, last time I went to the eighteenth floor of the library pavilion to exchange for a jade slip, I wanted to get a body-refining one. But before the eighteenth floor's jade slips are opened, nobody knows what's inside. I had bad luck and didn't get a body-refining jade slip; instead, I got some sort of talisman-drawing thing. I don't know how to draw talismans, and I don't like drawing them. I figured I'd worked hard for so many years, finally spending several centuries to scrape together enough contribution points to exchange for a Heaven-tier technique from the eighteenth floor once, but I never expected to get something useless. I was thinking the people from the Talisman Fire Sect might need this, and I could go to their market to trade it for what I actually wanted, when I heard about the task you posted—collecting talisman-making jade slips using one hundred million contribution points. I a…
Chapter 964