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7 Purchasing Talisman Materials

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Zhang Haoran walked out of East Ocean University in a good mood. Although he had encountered two waves of trouble in succession today, it had also made him clearly realize the strength of being a Dao Sect successor.

The orthodoxy system was truly powerful!

He was even more determined to continue on this path of cultivation. He had to make the Illusionary Heart Talisman and bring the legacy of Tianyi Dao to greater heights.

Zhang Haoran walked straight to the bus stop outside East Ocean University and waited for the No. 5 bus to the downtown area of East Ocean City.

The Antique Street was quite a distance away from East Ocean University. Zhang Haoran had less than 1,000 yuan left in his savings.

"Oh, only twenty days have passed this month. I wonder if I can buy those materials in a while. Sigh, I hope those merchants won't rip me off too much.”

Zhang Haoran calculated his savings in his heart and couldn't help but feel sad. I'm a cultivator now, so why am I still so poor? In the novel, those cultivators all regard money as dirt. When can I have that kind of heroism!

Han Yuting walked out of the school gate and saw Zhang Haoran standing at the bus stop. A Route 5 bus slowly drove into the bus stop from the road in the distance.

Before the bus could enter the station, the crowd that had been waiting for a long time rushed toward the bus crazily. It was as if they wanted to use their bodies to block the bus.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't squeeze, don't squeeze. If you squeeze any more, I'll get pregnant.”

Zhang Haoran had long been trained in the experience of squeezing in public transport. That was to be thick-skinned and fast, and to have a broken moral integrity. Although his body looked thin and weak, he was pushing and shoving in the crowd. He was actually not inferior to some strong men.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart again. He discovered another advantage of cultivation, which was that it was effortless to squeeze on the bus.

In the distance, the school belle watched as the crazy man was squeezed in the middle of a group of passers-by. Her beautiful face opened her mouth wide. She suddenly thought of something and quickly took out her phone.

"Hello, Uncle Li. Yes, I'm out of school. Hurry up and pick me up at the school gate. I have something urgent to do.”

Zhang Haoran squeezed into the bus and found a disabled seat first. That's right, my leg is still broken. I'm disabled…

The bus let out a mournful cry and started moving slowly, heading toward the city of Eastern Sea City.

On Han Yuting's side, a BMW 7 Series suddenly stopped beside her. She got in and pointed at the bus that was about to leave her sight."Uncle Li, follow that bus. Don't lose it.”

Uncle Li, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked puzzled.""Miss, aren't you going home?"

"No, I have something more important to do!”

"Oh, okay!"

After getting off the bus, even though Zhang Haoran had undergone Purification, he couldn't help but sweat profusely from the heat. He thought to himself," F * ck, I'll make a fortune from cultivation in the future. I must buy a bus and travel around Eastern Sea City with air-conditioning…"

Zhang Haoran's mind was filled with lust. He raised his head and saw the antique street in his line of sight. He saw a shop with a good appearance in front of him. He put away his distracting thoughts and walked in.

The shop looked exquisitely decorated and had an antique feel to it. It made people feel as if they were in a cultural atmosphere. The person who looked after the shop was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was bald and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked like an elegant merchant.

When the uncle saw that there was a customer, he quickly came over and said with an apologetic smile,"Little brother, what do you want to buy? Antiques or a study?”

Whether it was antiques or the Four Treasures of the Study, they were all in the interest of some rich people. How could a poor family like Zhang Haoran have the opportunity to enter such a high-end shop? When the other party saw Zhang Haoran's attire, he also muttered in his heart. This kid did not look like the son of a rich family. What did he want to buy here? He had never expected that the person standing in front of him was probably the only Immortal Cultivator in all of Huaxia.

However, he still underestimated Zhang Haoran's mental fortitude. Although Zhang Haoran had never eaten pork before, the information he had fused with the orthodoxy system had given him some knowledge. Although it was his first time buying this thing, he did not show any stage fright. Instead, he said calmly,"I'm here to buy some talismans.”

"Drawing talismans?" The shop owner was stunned. He couldn't tell that this kid was actually a Taoist master. In modern society, there was actually such a young Taoist priest. It could be considered a good experience. He heard that the Taoist priests nowadays were all rich. He quickly smiled and said,"Talisman drawing? I have it. I wonder what grade this little brother wants to buy?”

"Let me see the quality first." Zhang Haoran put on an act and said indifferently,"I need yellow joss paper, red ink, a brush, a carving knife…"

"Alright, please wait a moment."

As the boss spoke, he directly took out some talisman drawing materials from a shelf. These things had all gone through some exquisite packaging and looked extremely high-end.

Zhang Haoran put on an act and picked up a wolf hair. He weighed it in his hand and appraised its quality according to the information fused with the orthodoxy system. The hair was pure and smooth, and it was elastic when spread out. From the surface, the quality looked good.

He then looked at the yellow joss paper and touched it gently. He praised it again.

As expected of the city of Eastern Sea City, the quality of the food was really good.

However, just as he felt that it was not bad, the spiritual altar in his body suddenly throbbed, and a message appeared in his mind: E-grade talisman drawing material, inferior!

F * ck, I was almost fooled!

Zhang Haoran's heart was stirred. His expression was different, but in his heart, 10,000 divine beasts were galloping through.

He narrowed his eyes and quietly put down the materials in his hand. His gaze began to wander to the other shelves in the shop.

He didn't expect the orthodoxy system to have its own appraisal function. He was instantly delighted. The system would obtain the grade of any material that he scanned with his consciousness.

After looking around, he was a little disappointed. The entire shop was filled with fake and inferior products. The highest quality was only D-grade.

He casually picked up the label on it, and his heart instantly churned again.

These inferior items were easily priced at tens of thousands.

Black shops!

Zhang Haoran cursed in his heart. He immediately left the door and headed to the next shop.

This was an antique street, and almost every shop had stationery.

"Sir, we've transported high-quality goods from the east.”

F class! Change!

"Little brother, I see that you're also a person with similar interests. How about this? I'll give you a discount. How about 30,000?”

F * ck, a D-grade one dares to be sold at such a high price. Let's go to another shop!

In less than an hour, Zhang Haoran had already visited 70% of the shops on this antique street. What disappointed him was that almost all the shops were selling inferior goods at a high price. To put it bluntly, they all had the mentality of scamming people if they could. They were doing one-time transactions.

These merchants were also puzzled. Zhang Haoran could judge the quality of their goods just by casually glancing at them. Could this young man be here to cause trouble?

But it didn't look like he would leave after reading it.

Throughout the entire process, Han Yuting had been following him from afar. She watched as Zhang Haoran went in and out of every shop as if he was just a cursory glance. The doubts in her heart made her want to go up and ask Zhang Haoran.

She had already asked a few merchants. Zhang Haoran was planning to buy a study room. More accurately, he wanted to buy things to draw talismans.

Drawing talismans…

As a modern person who advocated science, Han Yuting was completely confused by Zhang Haoran's behavior.

Who was this guy?

He couldn't afford to take a taxi and took a one-yuan bus, but the things he bought were things that only the rich would spend on. Was he rich or not?

Just as she mustered up her courage and was about to go up and ask Zhang Haoran about it, the phone in her pocket suddenly rang.

"Hello? Dad, I'm at the antique street. Is my mom sick? Alright, I'll go back immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Han Yuting looked regretfully at Zhang Haoran as he walked into another antique shop. She thought to herself that this guy was really hard to read. Then, she shook her head and turned around to leave the antique street.

"Wen Bao Xuan."

Zhang Haoran glanced at the signboard and then saw the word "transfer" pasted on the door. His heart was numb as he walked in.

This time, the owner of the shop was an old man with slightly gray hair. When he saw Zhang Haoran enter, the old man did not even get up. His shop was on the antique street, and it was considered the most simple shop that Zhang Haoran had ever seen. However, as soon as he entered, Zhang Haoran's spiritual altar trembled.

On a dusty red lacquer shelf stood an old wolf hair. It seemed to be quite old, and even the color of its hair was a little dull.

However, the orthodoxy system immediately gave the results of the appraisal. Bamboo Weasel Hair, Grade A, authentic.

Zhang Haoran was ecstatic, but after nearly an hour of questioning, he had a clear understanding of all the businesses on this street. He deliberately picked up some other bright-looking wolf-hair brushes and pretended to ask.

The result made him very satisfied. Compared to other shops, this shop was simply a conscience.

All the prices were not more than 1,000 yuan. It seemed that because they were going to transfer, all the goods were discounted. Finally, Zhang Haoran picked up the one he liked and asked indifferently,"How much is this one?"

"That one?" The old man did not expect Zhang Haoran to ask about this. He was stunned."That one was pawned second-hand for 100 yuan per person. If you like it, I'll make a profit and throw you 200 yuan.”

Zhang Haoran's heart instantly became wild with joy.

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