Zhao Yisu accepted the elixir with a smile on his face and felt sorry in his heart.
"Mr. Qian, drawing amulets consumes a lot of spiritual energy. Do you want to send me away with this small amount of elixir?"
"Of course others can't compare with you. These pills are enough."
Manager Qian's expression remained unchanged, but he couldn't help but marvel at Zhao Yisu's talent again.
Drawing talismans consumes a lot of spiritual energy. Zhao Yisu is not only fast at drawing talismans, but also consumes very little. If such a talented talisman master is known by outsiders, what will happen to Wansonglou?
On Kaiyuan Street, the market price of a painted first-grade talisman is eight spirit stones. It seems that the price is not high, but when the base is huge, it is also a huge expense.
The largest number of low-level disciples on Mount Fuxi are the first- and second-level disciples, and a considerable number of these people will never be able to advance to the third level in their lifetime.
The cultivation of low-level monks has great limitations. The study of combat methods is only at the early stage, and it is difficult for individuals to form combat effectiveness. However, the mortal world is suffering from disasters every day, and the demons and demons are watching eagerly. If the monks cannot join the battle, what is the use of them? ?
In order to improve the combat effectiveness of low-level disciples, first- and second-level talismans have become indispensable resources.
Although Fuxi Mountain has also trained its own talisman masters, the supply is always in short supply.
In the past few years, Manager Qian has managed Wansong Tower and is very aware of the consumption of talisman paper. No matter how much he saves, the cost of a piece of first-grade talisman paper is an average of six low-grade spiritual stones, and that of second-grade talisman paper. Twenty low-grade spiritual stones.
For disciples to practice normally, the consumption of talismans alone would cost millions of spiritual stones per day.
In other words, if Fuxishan had this money and could afford it, if it were any other sect, it would have been closed down long ago.
But with only one Zhao Yisu, the cost of drawing the talisman can be reduced by another 30%!
A full 30%!
Manager Qian only hated that he was a third-grade monk and could not compete with those seventh- and eighth-grade real people for apprentices. He was also afraid that revealing Zhao Yisu's talent for drawing talismans too soon would cause more trouble for this third-grade monk...
God knows how long Manager Qian has been coveting Zhao Yisu. In his dreams, he locked her in a small dark room and drew talismans.
Now that he finally had the opportunity, how could he let it go.
The purpose of poaching Zhao Yisu was to save costs. He would never spend more on something that could be solved with a Qi Condensing Pill. The money saved did not go into his own pocket, but was all used to contribute to the sect.
Therefore, Manager Qian believed that he had great righteousness and was unwilling to give more pills to Zhao Yisu.
Zhao Yisu exchanged words with him back and forth, but this person just refused to take the hard way.
She said shamelessly, "You see, I don't want much. The monks outside can only draw three or five talismans with one Qi Condensing Pill. I will give you eight talismans and one pill." Do you think you have to give me at least five thousand more pills? How about sending these few pills away as a beggar? And I’m not greedy for these pills. In fact, it’s like this..."
She let out a long sigh and sat down with tears in her eyes: "Outsiders say that I, Zhao Yisu, survived the thunder tribulation and am a kind of genius. But in fact, my spiritual root is only C-level, and I was destroyed by the thunder." The fragments were carved out. Although I have strong control over spiritual energy, my spiritual energy storage is very small. I am weak and unable, and I don’t want to show my cowardice in front of others..."
Manager Qian thought for a while. Although it was difficult to tell the truth of what he said, he couldn't exploit people too harshly.
He took out some more Qi Condensing Pills from his storage bag and said, "That's it. Do you have any more?" He immediately turned and left, fearing that she would inexplicably persuade him to stay here and pay more.
Zhao Yisu had little success. When the warehouse barrier was closed, he used his spiritual energy to roll up the Qi Condensation Pill on the ground and threw it into the system as if it was free——
[The system recycle bin swallowed 1 Qi Condensing Pill! 】
[The system recycle bin swallowed 2 Qi Condensing Pills! 】
[The system recycle bin swallowed 3 Qi Condensing Pills! 】
…
The system beeps non-stop. Every time a Qi Condensing Pill is thrown into the system, the system points are increasing.
Zhao Yisu threw all the Qi Condensing Pills on the ground into the system in the blink of an eye. At the same time, Manager Qian's voice came from the door outside: "Zhao Yisu——"
The warehouse door that had just been closed opened again, and Manager Qian walked in again: "I did the math... Hey, where is the Qi Condensation Pill I just gave you?"
Zhao Yisu grinned and took the initiative to untie the storage bag and pour it out. Only a few broken spirit stones were poured out: "Sorry, I've finished eating."
The look in Manager Qian's eyes changed several times, he was both angry and secretly happy.
What made him angry was that Zhao Yisu had indeed lied to him. His spiritual roots were too weak to store spiritual energy, and he could eat so many pills in one go without exploding to death. This meant that he had been deceived!
Fortunately, he no longer had to feel guilty when he continued to use Zhao Yisu.
Manager Qian: "Zhao Yisu, we behave according to our conscience and our transactions are fair. I just gave you some more Qi Condensing Pills, so you should draw more talismans, right?"
Zhao Yisu: "What's right? I just smashed a few of your floor tiles, and you use me as a coolie without paying me a salary. How dare you be fair? I've never seen such shamelessness..."
Before she could finish her words, Manager Qian had already raised his hand. Zhao Yisu heard a crisp sound above his head, and the ceiling of the warehouse suddenly cracked!
Lots of blank talisman papers fell from the sky!
The talisman papers all over the sky danced beautifully in the air, one on top of the other, fluttering down...
Zhao Yisu only froze on the spot for two seconds before the talisman was flooded to his chest.
She was halfway through cursing, her mouth was still open, and a piece of talisman was stuck to her lips.
Ahead, Manager Qian had already walked outside the warehouse and waved to her across the barrier: "You can stay inside with peace of mind. I will take care of things outside. Come on, Junior Sister Zhao -"
"bump!"
The door slammed shut.
Zhao Yisu stiffened his expression, spat out the talisman, and finished the last sentence: "... shameless person!"
