Above the Immortal Cultivation

"Boy, come and get the materials." Just as Wang Lu was reflecting on himself, a majestic but somewhat playful loud voice came into his ears.

Wang Lu looked at the source of the sound, and an old man in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, who was holding a yellow wine gourd and "gulp" and "gulp" and took two big gulps into his mouth full of stubble, was looking at him with a smile.

Sitting next to the old man was an old man who was also in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, sitting upright, holding a yellowed ancient book, and staring at it, which formed a sharp contrast with him.

Wang Lu hesitated for a moment and walked towards them. Before he got close, the old man with the wine gourd waved his hand, and a gray storage bag flew towards him.

With a light move, the storage bag came to his hand, and Wang Lu immediately turned around and walked towards a secret room with a wide open door.

As soon as he entered the room, the door was immediately closed. In the middle was a long wooden table that was pitch black and exuded an ancient atmosphere. On it was a white stone inkstone for talisman drawing and a green pen holder. Apart from that, there was nothing else.

After walking to the wooden table, a spell was cast, and forty-six spiritual materials slid from the storage bag to the table with a "clatter". The last one that came out was a white jade slip.

Wang Lu scanned the room with his spiritual sense and immediately understood the talisman that needed to be drawn this time, the Sky Fire Talisman.

He had seen the Sky Fire Talisman in the "Six Talisman Books", but because its power ranked last among the intermediate and low-level talismans, he had never drawn it.

This talisman has a total of forty-six spiritual materials, and the talisman paper is a rare green leaf of a hundred-year-old tree called Xuyang Iron Tree that grows in the hot desert.

The requirements of the Four Beast Sect are very simple. Using these thirty spiritual materials, as long as a Sky Fire Talisman is drawn, it will be considered passed.

Seeing this, Wang Lu rolled his eyes. You know, it is extremely difficult to draw low-level talismans. The success rate is generally around 70 to 1. If you tell others about his amazing success rate, no one would believe it.

Even as a relatively simple Sky Fire Talisman among the low-level talismans, for ordinary talisman masters, the highest success rate is only 40 to 1. Now that he is only given 30 spiritual materials, I believe that more than 90% of the talisman makers will be eliminated.

However, it is a bit foolish to want to embarrass himself.

Since he has come here, in order to avoid more trouble, he needs to show his talent in talisman making and attract the attention of the Four Beast Sect.

From a registered disciple to a core disciple, he still needs to climb two mountains. He must become a formal disciple before he can step into the ranks of core disciples within a limited time.

Thinking and doing, Wang Lu repeatedly studied and deduced the drawing process of the Sky Fire Talisman in his mind, and soon fell into the world of spiritual talismans.

"Ha!"

After a stick of incense, Wang Lu shouted softly, and his powerful spiritual sense immediately attracted dozens of spiritual materials in the air, and decomposed and combined them under the guidance of magic power and spiritual sense.

Then, the same materials were sent one after another, and soon, all the spiritual materials merged into one. Wang Lu looked calm, and lightly tapped the talisman. The talisman flew into the stone inkstone like a silk thread, red like a jumping flame.

He gently spread the talisman paper, and Mo Yin got it in his hand. Wang Lu laughed "Haha". Mo Yin, Mo Yin, this first talisman pen that has been with him for more than 90 years, let us use the talisman skills of the Six Talisman Sect, like a red sun, to completely ignite the sky of the northern border.

With such expectations and ambitions, Mo Yin seemed to have a spirit, emitting a slight heat from the pen. Wang Lu dipped a drop of talisman and drew heavily on the talisman paper with a "swish swish" of dragons and phoenixes. Then he tapped the talisman again, meticulously and meticulously, hooking, tracing, lifting, drawing, pulling, spinning, slashing, horizontal, vertical, and circle...

"Collect!"

Half an hour later, Wang Lu shouted, "Huh", a half-palm-sized, fiery red skyfire talisman like a burning fire was perfectly drawn by him.

He did not stop and started the second drawing without stopping...

The second time, failed.

He tried again and again, and failed for the third time.

He refused to admit defeat, the fourth, fifth, sixth... the twenty-second time, still failed.

Wang Lu stopped, looked at the waste talismans on the ground, slapped his palm, the flames rose, and the waste talismans were burned to ashes.

He frowned and looked at the remaining eight pieces of materials for the Skyfire Talisman. He pondered for a moment, and suddenly, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He finally found the reason for his failure.

In the process of drawing the Skyfire Talisman, one must be full of passionate passion, which must be transmitted through the body and skin of the painter to the tip of the pen, and then to the talisman and talisman paper, so that it can perfectly match the artistic conception of the Skyfire Talisman's explosion, and it is possible to complete it in one stroke.

The first time he drew it, because of the enthusiastic emotion in his heart, it was rendered throughout the process, so it was successful.

Thinking through this section, it was like a wake-up call, and Wang Lu suddenly became clear. With a move of his consciousness, the forty-six spiritual materials merged into one without distinction. The talisman paper unfolded, he dipped the talisman, and began to draw for the 23rd time.

He wrote with great enthusiasm, writing with great force, opening and closing, like a torrent, like a desperate battle, he was full of passion and enthusiasm, and waved his hand:

Success, perfection, failure, failure, perfection, failure, failure, success, less than an incense stick, eight times, four times success.

Thirty times, five talismans, a ratio of 16%, which made him completely step into the ranks of great talisman masters.

Wang Lu did not change his expression, waved his sleeves, and the two sky fire talismans were put into the gray storage bag.

He meditated for a while to recover, then activated the spell, the door of the secret room opened, and he calmly came to the two Yuanying stage masters, and respectfully placed the storage bag on the long table in front of them.

"Hey, so fast? However, you are still not as fast as the little guy last time, but it's not bad. Let me see how many talismans you have made?"

The old man holding the yellow wine gourd took a sip from it, and without any movement, the two previously drawn sky fire talismans faintly exuded a wave of heat, and appeared in his hands and the hands of another Yuanying stage old man who put down the ancient book.

"Well, well, so-so, two, the result is qualified, kid, congratulations, as long as your origin is clear, you are now a registered disciple of my Four Beast Sect's inner sect."

The old man with the wine gourd kept looking at the sky fire talisman and said with satisfaction.

Seeing Wang Lu remained silent, he looked at Wang Lu who seemed a little unwilling, and then said: "Haha, little guy, don't think that anyone can be accepted as a registered disciple by my Four Beast Sect. To tell you the truth, you are the second registered disciple accepted by my Fu Lou this time. As for the others, hey, they were just assigned to the outer sect. Don't be so long-faced, you should be happy."

"Junior is rude. I thought that with the extremely high probability of 1 to 15, I could barely become a formal disciple of our sect. It seems that my skills are not good enough and I need to study harder."

Wang Lu was shocked. In his opinion, the ratio of 1 to 15 was enough to send him to the ranks of formal disciples, but he didn't expect the threshold of the Four Beast Sect to be so high.

Just as Wang Lu was told to come here again at 2:00 pm on the fourth day, clasped his fists and saluted, and turned to leave, a voice came from behind:

"Who said you are not qualified to become a formal disciple? I will make an exception for you. You are already a formal disciple of my Four Beast Sect, and an elite disciple of my Fu Lou. Not only do you enjoy the treatment of 30,000 high-quality spirit stones every year, but you can also enter my Fu Lou's collection room at any time. Qin Ming, are you satisfied with this arrangement?"

The unexpected came out of nowhere, making him overjoyed.