Chapter 194: Make Big Money!

The naive girl hesitated—twenty taels per talisman! He bought them to slash ghosts; how could he waste them just for fun?

Seeing Pan Yun speak so sincerely, he reluctantly believed her: "Fine, I believe you, sister. After all, we graduated from the same academy; you wouldn't deceive us, right?"

"That's right—if I lie to you, you can come up the mountain anytime to find me. I'm studying at the academy; where could I run off to?"

Everyone thought that made sense and resumed buying.

The old beggar watched her weave magic with words, pulling the sales back in just a few sentences, and finally burst into loud laughter, limping away on his crooked leg.

Pan Yun heard the laughter and turned to look, but only caught a glimpse of his back before the naive buyers surged forward and blocked her view; she was shoved back two steps and quickly restored order: "Don't rush, everyone, don't rush—you'll all get some! Besides spirit-repelling and demon-capturing talismans and thunder talismans, I also have the essential escape tool—the Speed Talisman!"

"Isn't that the Light Body Talisman?"

"The Light Body Talisman is nothing compared to the Speed Talisman. Believe me—the Speed Talisman is far superior. Especially when combined with your own martial arts, even if your cultivation hasn't reached the First Marquis, you'll still feel like you're flying—faster than an eagle."

The crowd expressed doubt.

Pan Yun waved to Miao He: "Miao He, go!"

Miao He slapped the talisman onto her body; the moment it activated, she felt a powerful thrust, and her body grew light. Without hesitation, she leapt upward, stepping on leaves as she flew to the rooftop, then shot away with two swift motions, vanishing from sight.

A Daoist with excellent martial arts followed immediately, leaping onto the roof and chasing her silhouette: "Let me see just how fast you are…"

Everyone barely caught sight of their backs—but from speed alone, they were truly blazing.

Especially since the one testing the Speed Talisman was a young, chubby girl—it was far more convincing.

"If that chubby sister can move that fast, I'll be even faster with it! This is definitely the ultimate escape talisman—I'll take two!"

"Two won't do! Give me five!"

"Five? Hmph! Give me ten!" It was again that plain-dressed, ordinary-looking Daoist.

Pan Yun looked at him differently now—she thought they could become long-term partners.

She'd been wrong before—truly. The real mass consumers of talismans weren't ordinary civilians, but these Daoists.

She could easily do wholesale—sell her drawn talismans through them to civilians who needed them.

Master Qian had wide connections, but each profession has its specialty; who among them interacted most with civilians needing talismans? Only the Daoists.

Pan Yun swiftly counted out ten Speed Talismans and handed them over, then took the silver notes he offered, stuffed them into her bosom, and turned to greet the next customer.

The commotion outside the Celestial Master's Mansion instantly drew the attention of its staff and the Daoists still inside; they couldn't help stepping out to take a look.

The Celestial Master's elders saw Pan Yun, holding a bundle of talismans, happily selling while shouting: "Superior talismans personally drawn by the Mystic Master of Mount Sanqing—twenty taels each! Only this one chance! After today, you won't get another chance to buy!"

The Celestial Master's elders: …

As if the Mystic Master's talisman-drawing skills were learned from Mount Sanqing.

Everyone turned to look at Zhang True Person. He smiled faintly, ignored their stares, nodded slightly to Zhang Zi, then turned and walked away.

Everyone understood: Zhang True Person tacitly approved. His smile even held a hint of approval for Pan Yun.

The others turned and left as well, leaving the aftermath of the grand gift to Zhang Zi to handle.

Zhang Zi glanced once at Pan Yun in the crowd, then turned and left, leaving behind the senior and junior disciples who had been quietly approached by Pan Yun in utter confusion.

Zhang Shiyi couldn't help gritting his teeth: "Wasn't it only five?" Among the crowd, the disciples who had once received special attention wore identical expressions—but they soon let it go.

Whatever. She didn't overcharge them—still twenty taels each. And when they bought, they got one-on-one service; no need to jostle like this.

Pan Yun hadn't expected her talismans to sell this well—if she'd known, why had she bothered going through all that effort earlier?

Miao He, who had flown off, now zoomed back with a whoosh-whoosh-whoosh, kicking off a nearby rooftop, leaping through the air over Pan Yun's head, screaming: "Little Auntie, I can't stop—!"

Before she finished speaking, she was already flying far away.

Pan Yun barely had time to look up—no chance to reply. Seeing her fly off, she lowered her head and kept selling talismans.

Miao Zhen only glanced up, saw the pursuing Daoist also flying over their heads, then relaxed and focused on collecting money for Pan Yun.

After a long while, they heard Miao He's frantic screaming again. One gripped the talismans, the other clutched the silver notes, and both looked up—Miao He was flying toward them from afar, still shrieking nonstop.

Pan Yun immediately infused her voice with spiritual power and shouted: "Seal the talisman with your hand seal! Tear it off! I taught you how!"

Miao He screamed as she flew over Pan Yun's head, but she heard—she stabilized her martial arts, formed the hand seal, tore off the talisman, and turned back toward them.

The Daoists heard this—this Speed Talisman could be sealed mid-flight? That meant one talisman could be used multiple times! They grew even more eager and immediately pulled out money to buy.

Pan Yun's supply of Thunder Talismans and Speed Talismans sold out completely, and many Peace Talismans went too.

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After all, she'd borrowed the name "Mystic."

The senior and junior disciples standing on the steps, watching her stuff the silver notes into her bosom while Miao Zhen carried a sack of silver ingots, blinked in surprise: "Did Mystic Sister draw so many talismans? When did she become so diligent?"

Hearing this, everyone grew uneasy and pulled out their talismans to inspect them: "Could these be fake?"

"Impossible—the spiritual energy is so strong. Only a Fifth Stage expert with exceptional talisman artistry could draw these. On Mount Sanqing, only Mystic Sister and Yin Song could do this—but Yin Song's talismans… aren't bad either?"

"Not quite as good as Mystic Sister's, but still excellent."

They carefully examined the talismans in hand. They couldn't identify the artist, but they could confirm these were high-grade talismans—twenty taels each wasn't a bad deal.

Those who bought the talismans left happily; those who missed out sighed bitterly, thinking twenty taels too expensive, hesitating just a moment—and they were gone.

Someone immediately asked: "Sister, will you have talismans tomorrow? Like these high-grade ones?"

Well, she could work overtime—for the money.

Pan Yun said: "Tomorrow I'll have twenty more, but the price will be twenty-five taels each."

The buyer stared: "Why are you raising the price?"

"I have to pay someone to fetch talisman paper from my sister overnight—it costs more, so the price must rise," Pan Yun replied. "Do you want them? If so, leave one tael as deposit and your name. Come tomorrow to pay the balance and collect your talismans."

The buyer clenched his teeth, then said: "Fine! Twenty-five taels it is—I'll take two: one Thunder Talisman, one Speed Talisman."

Pan Yun took the two-tael deposit, grabbed Miao Zhen's hand in one, Miao He's in the other, and pushed through the crowd, using her martial arts to sprint back to the academy while the sky was still bright.

The path was crowded with students, so the three returned to the academy safely.

Back in Fengqi Courtyard, Pan Yun immediately shut the door, emptied all the money she'd collected, dumped the silver ingots onto the table, and rubbed her hands: "Before I start getting unlucky, let's count the money!"

I feel I still need to take two days off—I've had a severe cough since returning from Beijing, and it turned out to be mycoplasma infection. Intravenous treatment is both painful and slow, taking about four hours daily, so I want to wait until the cough improves before resuming stable updates and extra chapters.

(End of Chapter)