Thousand-Year-Old Demon, well-versed in the old affairs of the Three Corpses Daoist, privy to the secret tales of the Wuwei Sect.
Even rare wonders like the Ten Thousand True Incense—he knows them inside out.
Zhang Fan grew more and more suspicious of this person's identity. He couldn't shake the feeling that this "Thousand-Year-Old Demon" was nearby. Otherwise, how could it be so much of a coincidence? Just as he used Agarwood to attempt a breakthrough in the High Skill rank and failed, this guy posted an update. Way too convenient.
"Thousand-Year-Old Demon..."
Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at that gray profile picture on the screen, sinking deep in thought.
At the end of the article, Zhang Fan saw the closing lines:
"Three Corpses, the great bane of Heaven and Earth, the grand tribulation of Immortals, eternal through the ages, neither living nor dying…"
"There's a ti for fullness and emptiness under Heaven and Earth; only by examining gains and losses can you find the true opportunity. As it's always been, when the order is issued under the Heavenly Stems, the hope will be to slay all Three Corpses Daoists."
"Slay the Three Corpses Daoists, and hope shall arrive... Slay the Three Corpses Daoists, and hope shall arrive..."
Zhang Fan muttered softly, turning these secret Daoist words over and over in his mind.
"Co to my office."
Just then, a big rough hand landed on Zhang Fan's shoulder, yanking his mind back to the real world.
Zhang Fan turned and looked, spotting Bai Buran already heading into his office. He froze for a mont, then stood up and followed in.
"Got a shipnt, need you to deliver it."
As he spoke, Bai Buran pulled a delivery slip from the drawer and handed it over to Zhang Fan.
"Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance? They ordered three thousand sheets of talisman paper!?" Zhang Fan whispered in a low, tense voice.
Talismans are one of the most standard tools of any Daoist. In combat, they save on True Yang and stamina, and they co in countless varieties—no wonder they're the most popular consumable out there.
Like Jiang Hu, who always keeps dozens of talismans hidden on him; at least five or six different types.
Ever since the Shen Family crashed and burned, the talisman business in Yujing City got diced up between all sorts of groups, and Night is not bright managed to snatch a piece of the action. Especially business with the Daoist Alliance—not everyone can get that.
"What are they planning?" Zhang Fan couldn't help blurting out.
Three thousand talisman papers. If they all get made into offensive talismans, that kind of firepower would make any demon or ghost tremble in fear.
The Daoist Alliance's headquarters in Jiangnan Province is in Yujing. They don't get their hands dirty that often. Sure, field agents get a set amount of talismans, but suddenly placing such a huge order? Doesn't add up.
"Daoist Alliance has the budget for this every year. As for how they spend it, how much gets used, and how the receipts look in the end..." Bai Buran began.
Halfway through, he suddenly stopped.
"What's the point in telling you all this?" Bai Buran stroked his chin, said lightly: "These days the world's not so peaceful; keeping order and protecting people's lives ans more talismans for fighting demons and spirits are a must..."
While talking, Bai Buran rapped his knuckles on the table: "Just deliver the goods. Do more, talk less."
"Got it."
Zhang Fan nodded, grabbed the delivery slip, and left the office.
Three thousand sheets of talisman paper, five big boxes... Old Yu and Jiang Hu already loaded them up in the car.
Zhang Fan drove the Five Spirits Rainbow Light straight to Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance. He was basically the liaison between Night is not bright and Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance now, handling this piece of business, practically an off-the-books mber of the Daoist Alliance in Jiangnan.
Once he got there, Zhang Fan navigated like a pro, unloading the boxes of talisman paper and hauling them into the compound.
These talisman papers need a little prep, then Daoist Alliance's Daoists will paint the talismans or refine them as needed before they're ready for use.
Three thousand talisman papers—only the Daoist Alliance in Jiangnan Province would buy in bulk like that. If it was soone like the Xiong Family or Wang Family, families of that level, they'd absolutely have to go through screening and get the right paperwork first.
After all, these are regulated magical artifacts.
"Zhang Fan, you're here again."
Just as he finished handing off the goods, Sui Chunsheng ca over, greeting him.
"What can I say? You Daoist Alliance folks are my VIP custors!" Zhang Fan replied, voice low.
Wen He said after coming back from Gusu City, Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance kept flooding Night is not bright with orders. Three thousand talisman papers are just the tip of the iceberg.
These days, Night is not bright's business—Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance accounts for like forty percent. They're basically the bread and butter now.
"Honestly, you should just join our Daoist Alliance. Governnt job, iron rice bowl, gravy train..."
Sui Chunsheng whispered, "You know how many people in East Mountain Province apply every year? Folks will do anything to get in."
"East Mountain Province exams for Jiangnan Province?" Zhang Fan asked, puzzled.
"The spots in their own province aren't enough. Too many applicants, so so have to spill over to other provinces," Sui Chunsheng said quietly.
People in East Mountain Province are obsessed with getting a governnt position—it's honestly unbelievable.
"Forget it. Your entry requirents are way too strict for ." Zhang Fan shook his head.
Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance isn't easy to get into. Requirents for education, background, personal cultivation—all sorts of stuff. Most importantly, you gotta pass the entrance exams.
"You don't have to worry about exams. You're a Zhenwu Mountain disciple, plus you've helped our Daoist Alliance before. There's a special talent recruitnt slot for people like you—no exam, just need to pass the background check," Sui Chunsheng lowered his voice.
"Pass the review..." Zhang Fan curled his lip, hesitated before speaking.
That's probably the one step he'd always fail.
Dad's a Grand Spirit King, mom's a forr Human Xiao; holy shit, with those connections, surviving outside already ans his ancestors are burning incense and blowing smoke up the ancestry hall.
"Don't doubt it. That's exactly how Ma Buting got in," Sui Chunsheng said in a hushed tone.
"Ma Buting… Oh right, did he manage to break through to High Skill yet?" Zhang Fan switched topics, asking.
"He made it," Sui Chunsheng replied, looking a bit weird.
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