"This many?" Zhang Ze was astonished.
He had thought that having a dozen would be the most, but he didn't expect there to be so many.
If you didn't know any better, you'd think this little Daoist wanted to be the king of arms dealers.
"Quite the hidden depth, kid," Senior Sister Qin stepped forward and picked one up, stroking the nearly new barrel.
Mu Mu chuckled, "Actually, they're not mine. It's my Junior Master's hobby. But he's not too thoughtful—he gets bored two days after getting sothing new, so he tossed them all to ."
By now, Senior Sister Qin understood what Zhang Ze wanted to do. She put down the gun, "You want to print talismans to replace the Thousand chanism Thunder?"
Zhang Ze nodded, "Exactly."
"But whether it's the Thunder Talisman or our Celestial Sect's Ice Soul Talisman, it's hard to control them well without soone managing them directly. Can they et the requirents?"
Zhang Ze shook his finger.
"Not those; we're printing these two instead."
Zhang Ze raised his hand and used spiritual qi to draw two talismans in front of him.
One talisman is nad Golden Armor Soldiers.
It's a talisman created from a spell Zhang Ze developed when he first joined the Sword Sect, using the Five Elents Little Ghosts to explode on impact.
The other one doesn't have a na.
But Mu Mu recognized it at a glance.
It was said to be created by so Celestial Master from Dragon Tiger Mountain, rumored to be a young Tang, known as the most malicious naless talisman on the Four Continents.
This talisman doesn't harm people or explode ghosts; it just blasts spirit stones.
One blast can decimate an area, with astonishing power, leaving you destitute.
And right now, spirit stones are the least of their worries.
Whether it was the number of Little Ghosts or spirit stones, they could be precisely arranged without human control.
Senior Sister Qin looked at the naless talisman Zhang Ze had drawn, produced a spirit stone in her hand, and murmured to herself as she fondled it.
"I never thought I'd have such a wealthy day myself..."
"Let's do it."
She said, waving her hand to signal Li to bring out its magically nad artifact.
Senior Sister Qin pointed, and the spirit stone flowed like water into the big golden dragon scales' stomach.
The other disciples from the Six Sects did the sa, donating their spirit stones.
Unexpectedly, the wealthiest turned out to be the bald monk from the Buddhist Sect.
"Why are you all looking at ? I don't spend much usually, so of course, I've saved up more," the monk blinked innocently.
After inquiring with Shi Xiu and getting a casual response, Zhang Ze also poured all the spirit stones from the jade bottle into the prize pool.
The remaining loose cultivators glanced at each other and lined up to contribute their spirit stones.
Although a few stingy people found it painful, they could only make the sacrifice to survive and leave this place.
The stingiest of them could only keep reassuring himself that this money was buying his life and connections with the Six Sects.
Surprisingly, even the Firefly Spirits contributed so spirit stones, which they collected as toys from different places—not much, but it was the thought that counted.
As the little Firefly Spirits handed over their spirit stones, Senior Sister Qin discreetly communicated with Zhang Ze through sound transmission.
"Did you note down the amount of spirit stones we offered, Junior Brother?"
"I did, why?" Zhang Ze quietly replied using the sound transmission thod.
Senior Sister Qin, "Could you double the amount for us, except for the bald guy's. He has too much; it would be too obvious."
Zhang Ze, "Huh?"
Senior Sister Qin, "Huh, what? Of course, we have to claim these expenses from the master when we get back.
"Isn't taking a bit more advantage a normal thing? Haven't you done it before?"
Zhang Ze thought about it, and indeed he hadn't.
Not only had he never tried to trick his master, he had often given money to his master.
Counting it all up, he had paid nearly two hundred years' worth of salary fines for his master.
Thinking about it, he really was a good disciple.
As for how the fines ca about, that wasn't important. Don't ask.
...
Outside Luoyu Mountain.
Even though Chang State was vast and sparsely populated, such a huge spectacle has drawn the attention of many. With the blood moon, reverse rain, and Zhu Luo revealing the dragon form flying about in the sky from ti to ti.
Recently, local cultivators have been coming to check it out. Besides so treasure hunters, most are simply bored and co to join the fun.
The Six Sects didn't drive them away but temporarily recruited them as extra personnel, spreading them out into the patrol teams of the Six Sects' cultivators, acting as guides.
In one area, near a volcano.
Junior Sister checked the dark-faced guide sister who had fallen to the ground and reached out to feel her breath.
Yes, the pill dicine from dicine King Valley was potent and effective; her life wasn't in danger.
After confirming she was safe, Junior Sister walked to the culprit—the Apapa Tree, pointing her flying sword at the tree.
"Confess, were you wrong?"
The Apapa Tree twisted, seemingly wanting to up and run, while sneakily continuing to exhale its colorless and tasteless poison mist at Junior Sister.
But wild creatures can't match cash warriors; the poison mist was fully absorbed by the pendant at Junior Sister's waist before it got close.
"Confess, were you wrong?" Junior Sister asked again.
This ti, apparently really afraid, the Apapa Tree stopped moving and lowered its branches in submission.
But Junior Sister had not yet forgiven it.
"So you admit it, then give your small leaves until the basket is full!"
Junior Sister cut a wound on the tree trunk with her sword tip.
Upon hearing this, the Apapa Tree shivered again. Spitting small leaves is a slow tabolic reaction after digesting prey, but without prey and enough digestion ti, the consumption of spitting small leaves is just too great.
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