C37 (2/2)

What was wrong with him? Why did he become like a gambler who had lost money, losing more and more as he gambled, getting more and more hot-headed, regardless of whether he wanted to win the money or not?

Thinking back, Ling Yan's eyes slightly moved. Previously, he had been completely controlled by the unwillingness in his heart. He couldn't afford to suffer such a loss. He cared too much. Because he was afraid of poverty, any loss was hard to accept.

”In the end, I still lost heart. This is too heavy,” Ling Yan softly muttered.

Whew ~

Wasn't it just a failure? In any case, the money wasn't his. If he failed, then so be it.

After understanding the situation, Ling Yan let out a mouthful of impure air, and his mind suddenly relaxed.

”Got it, I'll be right over.”

After Ling Yan shouted towards the outside, he once again focused his attention on the final set of ingredients. Whether he succeeded or lost, it was no longer important.

After smiling faintly, Ling Yan began his fifth drawing exercise.

Although the previous four drawings had consumed a great deal of his blood energy, Ling Yan still felt a little tired. However, after forgetting about his own loss, his mind had become much more relaxed, and he had become much more focused.

Burn, extract, blend, draw...

Two hours later, a strange pattern began to form in the air. It glittered like a shooting star in the night sky, and Ling Yan's eyes suddenly lit up.

Done!

The last drawing was a success!

Ling Yan forcefully suppressed the joy in his heart. He branded the top grade elementary true essence rune onto the snow-white talisman paper that the Talisman Master Guild had given him after they bought the materials.

”Crackle …” A few soft sounds rang out, and the paper talisman instantly began to display the exact same strange runes that he had seen in mid-air.

Awesome!

Ling Yan jumped up in joy. Although he was more mature than his peers, he was still a fifteen year old child.