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Ling Yan's complexion suddenly changed. Damn it, he was distracted. He was finished.

Sure enough, in the moment that Ling Yan was distracted, the two streams of blood energy in his hands began to tremble erratically, and he didn't even wait for Ling Yan to adjust.

"Pop ~" With a light sound, the black droplets formed from a dozen different materials exploded, turning into a mist and disappearing into the air.

The corners of Ling Yan's eyes twitched. One hundred and eighty-four taels were gone just like that. His heart ached.

One hundred and eighty-four taels of silver was enough for him to purchase many healing herbs. In the blink of an eye, he had already flown away …

Ling Yan's eyes were somewhat lifeless. Blinking his eyes a few times, he found it a little hard to accept.

Then, Ling Yan took a deep breath, and growled in an unwilling manner. Then, his hands began to dance once more.

Perhaps it was because the first time he failed, he lost a lot of money. However, in his heart, he subconsciously did not fail the first time. The two contrasts made Ling Yan's heart a little restless.

As one could imagine, the second drawing was a step in the extraction process. Since Ling Yan wasn't able to control the tiny frequency of the blood energy, those materials began to break apart one by one …

Again!

Ling Yan clenched his teeth, and his eyes gradually began to bleed. His mind had long since been filled with unwillingness.

Third time, fourth time … All failed!

Out of the five sets of ingredients, only one was left!

Again!

Ling Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was somewhat sinister.

"Bang, bang ~"

"Little Brother Yan, are you inside? Can we eat now?"

At this moment, the sound of knocking on the door pulled Ling Yan's mind closer. His body trembled, and his eyes immediately became clear again. Looking at the scene before him, the scattered materials, Ling Yan felt a lingering fear.

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.