Secretly wiped the cold sweat all over his forehead, looking over-consuming. Wei Long glanced at Manager Jin quietly and found that he had no strange behavior. He was completely relieved. At this time, he couldn't help but slander himself: "It is said that it is not easy to make high-quality talismans. I think it is a deliberate mistake but cannot fail. It is the most difficult to grasp the quality of the talismans made and the time of making them. Isn't this a human being doing?"

After coughing lightly, Wei Long woke up and was still a little dazed and didn't know what to think. Wei Long said in a lucky tone: "I'm lucky, it was actually successful. I'm lucky today!"

At this point, Manager Jin turned his gaze away from the fireball talisman and said kindly to Wei Long: "No, not bad, just look at your appearance when you made the talisman, you will know that your basic skills are very solid, and your success rate must be high. How much is your success rate?"

Wei Long pondered for a while. He really didn't know how successful the other talisman masters made. Anyway, he made such low-level talismans by himself, which was definitely 100% successful. But I can't just say that I made talismans with 100% success rate. I recalled the process of doing odd jobs over the past year. I gave materials every day, packed up waste talismans and sent produced talismans. I roughly calculated that the average success rate of the three talisman masters in the backyard was about 25%. Thinking of this, Wei Long raised his head and made a decision.

"It's about 15%! But I can only make one level talisman at a time, and make one. Whether it's done or not, I have to meditate and recover my anger. So... I'm far from the three masters in the backyard, and I have to study hard!" Wei Long thought about it and said, while thinking in his heart: "The gap is indeed so big that it's endless, but it's just the opposite gap!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Wei Long said this, two golden lights suddenly burst out from the eyes of the shopkeeper Jin. Looking at Wei Long, it looked like a legendary treasure, causing Wei Long's mouth to twitch continuously, "This old man won't have any other intentions, right?"

Seeing that Wei Long's expression was a little strange, Shopkeeper Jin suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Well, you won't have to do those rough work in the future! You are the talisman master in the store. The store provides materials to make talismans for you. You can hand over 150 pieces per month. No, just 120 first-level talismans! In addition, you will be given a salary of 100 lower-grade spirit stones every month, how about it?" After saying that, he looked at Wei Long as he pulled out a piece of meat from him, looking forward to it.

Wei Long was completely stunned. He only had to hand over 120 first-level talismans in a month? The materials were completely out of the store. Apart from the practice time, he could make forty pieces a day, and three days was enough for a month. Then the remaining materials were enough to make about 1,000 pieces, and all belonged to him. A yellow-grade fireball talisman was only seven low-grade spirit stones, and he could earn more than 7,000 low-grade spirit stones this month? There is still a salary of 100 low-grade spirit stones? Immortal, Banban, when did Jin Zhangguan be so generous?

Thinking of this, Wei Long subconsciously thought that the first-level talisman did not have the very important issue of success rate. However, when Manager Jin saw Wei Long pondering and not speaking, he thought that Wei Long thought this condition was a bit miserable. Manager Jin thought about it and thought that although Wei Long was very talented, he only learned to make talismans, and the success rate might be unstable. He gritted his teeth again, slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a small white porcelain bottle appeared in his hand.

Holding the feeling of flesh pain in his heart, Shopkeeper Jin said to Wei Long with a kind face, "Wei Long, I also know that you have just learned to make talismans, and your success rate is unstable, and your cultivation is a little unable to keep up. In this way, there is a bottle of yellow bud pills here, with ten inside. You can take it to practice! If you think 120 pieces are too many, 100 pieces are fine, so what is the focus is on practice and learning!" As he said that, he stuffed the little white porcelain bottle into Wei Long's hand, as if he was afraid that he would regret it later.

Wei Long was interrupted by the shopkeeper Jin. He looked at the Huangya Pill in his hand and quickly took back his storage bag. He smiled at the shopkeeper and bowed to thank him: "Thank you, the shopkeeper. I can't let the shopkeeper down. I can only make progress if I have some pressure!"

"This bottle of yellow bud pills requires at least two hundred low-grade spirit stones. Manager Jin finally made a little generous. I forgot that the success rate of these talisman masters is so low. Well, I am an apprentice of the talisman master, and I can't forget it anymore!" Thinking of the bottle of yellow bud pills in his storage bag, Wei Long couldn't help but mutter in his heart. This yellow bud pill is for cultivators in the middle stage of Qi training to increase their cultivation. Wei Long has heard of it many times. When he first entered the fourth level of Qi training, he thought about buying some yellow bud pills, but ten bottles of 200 low-grade spirit stones were consumed in ten days. He can only think about this kind of money-burning thing.

However, it was rare for the greedy and wealth-giving ghost of the shopkeeper Jin to be generous. Wei Long was very grateful. After all, his cultivation was lower. At this time, Wei Long agreed. Anyway, his cultivation level is so low that he can't go anywhere. If he goes out, he will be like the unlucky ghost in his previous life, and he will be affected by the battle of two Foundation Establishment Cultivation.

It is stable, profitable, and can increase cultivation. This kind of good thing Wei Long needs most now. Seeing Wei Long nodding his head to agree, Manager Jin's smile became even more kind. He slapped his storage bag, a thousand blank talisman paper made of ten years of peach wood, and twenty kilograms of red blood cinnabar grinding into powder appeared on the Eight Immortals table in Wei Long's room.

After thinking about it, hesitated for a moment. Manager Jin gritted his teeth again and patted his storage bag. A purple-green pen with a purple-shaped pen tip appeared in his hand. He stroked the pen, and Manager Jin showed a look of remembrance. After pausing, he handed the pen to Wei Long: "These materials should be enough for you in a month. This pen made of the first-level monster purple fox tail hair was from an old friend of mine back then. I will give it to you today!"

Wei Long did not refuse, but said thanks and took it generously. However, as soon as he started, Wei Long's eyebrows jumped slightly, but he didn't say anything, and he still used panacea to talk nonsense: "The elder dare not refuse. Wei Long thanked the shopkeeper here, and I will definitely live up to the expectations of the shopkeeper!"

Manager Jin didn't say anything, and turned around and left Wei Long's room with a little disappointed look. As soon as Manager Jin left, Wei Long quickly closed his door, took out the purple-green talisman pen and watched it, muttering to himself: "I don't know the goods, this is actually a purple bamboo talisman pen. The tip of the pen should be the neck hair of a young sable. Zi Si is a third-level monster! What a good thing! Manager Jin actually regarded this as a purple fox talisman pen! Tsk tsk..."
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