250 Second-Rate Talisman Master, Five-Thunder Talisman
The capital did not dare to ignore the Northern King’s opinion, because Braydon Neal’s influence was the strongest among the hundred generals.
Sometimes, when Braydon spoke, not only did the northern army support him, but the hundred generals also supported him!
Regarding the matter of nominating Daoism as the state religion.
Back then, Braydon had voted against it!
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The reason was very simple. Braydon only gave a simple explanation. For as long as he was in Hansworth, he would never allow any powerful families, aristocratic families, or sects to appear.
When it came to facing these forces, King Braydon had a repressive attitude.
Since ancient times, Daoism had always been the leader of the three religions.
If Daoism was promoted as the state religion, there would be up to hundreds of branches of Daoism.
If they raised its status too high, it would affect the entire world!
Braydon held the yellow talisman between his fingers, a faint smile hanging on his lips. He gave the fat Daoist priest a price of eight cents.
“This talisman is 80,000 dollars. No bargaining!” The fat Daoist priest’s face darkened.
“Eight cents!” Braydon Neal smiled faintly.
The fat Daoist priest immediately reached out to snatch it back. How could he not know what were the cheap and what were the expensive items he owned?
This was the Five-thunder Talisman!
Daoism was the leader of the three religions, and its hidden foundation was more than ten times that of the other two religions.
There were as many secret techniques that originated from Daoism as there were hairs on an ox.
Amongst them, the talisman technique could be said to be the unique representative of Daoism.
It was also an extremely important one.
Talismans, techniques, seals, weapons, and so on, in the long history of their existence, had nurtured outstanding representatives.
The fat Daoist priest was unlucky as Braydon had recognized this Dao talisman. He had to blame himself for tricking Heather Sage.
Now, Braydon was only offering eight cents for this yellow talisman.
The fat Daoist priest’s face was darker than the bottom of a pot. How could he agree? He reached his hand out and wanted to snatch it.
Braydon did not move at all. He stood there quietly. The fat Daoist priest’s finger brushed past the yellow talisman, but he actually missed and did not get it back.
“You’re a martial artist!” The fat Daoist priest was stunned.
“Apart from idiots like Heather, the rest of the people who come here are all martial artists. Is it that strange?” Braydon smiled faintly.
The fat Daoist squinted his eyes and attacked again with all his strength.
His fat hand instantly landed on Braydon’s shoulder, unleashing an invisible force.
Dark force penetrating the body!
The fat Daoist was a warlord.
Seeing how skilled he was at using the fifth layer of dark force, he should be a fifth-level warlord.
Intermediate rank, level nine.
The fat Daoist priest was unattractive and looked out of place. Who would have guessed that he was an intermediate rank warlord?
The fat Daoist was shocked. He injected five layers of dark force into the body of the white-robed youth in front of him, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea. It actually had no effect.
The fat Daoist priest was instantly sweating profusely.
He was not stupid. He realized that he had offended a shocking figure.
This strength was probably above his.
Only a War God would be able to withstand his force.
The fat Daoist priest immediately cowered and muttered, “So be it. I can’t beat you. What can I do?”
Braydon flicked his fingers, and a yellow talisman flew out.
Crack!
A bright light flashed, and a tiny bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air. It was one meter long and as thick as a chopstick. There was only one bolt.
It landed on the ground, creating a bowl-sized charred pit.
This scene shocked the surrounding martial artists!
“Five-thunder Talisman?” a martial artist exclaimed.
“There’s a talisman master here?”
The surrounding martial artists rushed over.
Talisman masters and blacksmith masters were all people that martial artists fawned on.
Braydon casually played with the yellow talisman and glanced at the stall. There were still seven or eight more, so he took them all for himself.
The fat Daoist priest’s face darkened.
This was all he had!
It would be a huge loss if he sold all of them for eight cents apiece.
Braydon took all of them and turned to leave. The black cloak on his shoulder and the image of the cloud Qilin appeared in front of the fat Daoist priest.
After a brief silence.
The fat Daoist priest’s pupils constricted, and he was stunned for a long time. When he came back to his senses, he realized that his entire body was drenched in cold sweat.
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This was the cloud treading Qilin robe!
The symbol of the northern army.
This white-robed youth wore a golden Qilin as his robe. If he was not a madman, then he was that shocking figure.
The big shot was the current Northern King.
He was actually here.
The fat Daoist swallowed his saliva and was stunned for a long time.
Kendrick Lua, who had set up a stall at the side, said playfully, “Master Fatty, do you recognize this lord?”
“Why did he come to a small place like ours?”
The fat Daoist priest’s mouth twitched. He had long recognized Braydon’s identity. Even if he had ten guts, he would not dare to be presumptuous, let alone fool Heather and the others.
“He is from Preston,” said Kendrick earnestly.
“Really?”
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The fat Daoist priest was shocked. He did not expect the king of the northern territory to be from Preston.
Kendrick had dealt with Braydon before, so he naturally knew about these things. He also knew that Braydon was the eldest son of the Neal family. He was born into a wealthy family.
Braydon held a few yellow talismans and shook his head gently. “His craftsmanship is poor, but I should give them to Heather to protect herself. If she were to use them, even a warlord would be seriously injured.”
These Five-thunder Talismans were all made by the fat Daoist priest.
A second-rate talisman master!
Talisman masters were also divided into strong and weak.
Ordinary talisman masters were mostly charlatans. The talismans they drew were sometimes effective and sometimes ineffective, but they were ordinary people who had no knowledge.
A third-rate talisman master could draw a simple child-protection talisman and evil-warding talisman which were a little useful.
However, they were also very expensive. Each of them started at 10,000 dollars and was regarded as a master by countless rich and powerful people.
Ordinary rich people were not martial artists after all. They did not know how deep the waters of the talisman master profession were.
A second-rate talisman master like the fat Daoist could already make special talismans.
For example, although the Five-thunder Talisman was clumsy and extraordinary in Braydon’s eyes, when it encountered an ordinary yin soul, it would be destroyed if it was attacked.
The Five-thunder Technique had a miraculous effect on yin-yang people.
The Celestial Master had been at odds with the yin-yang people for a thousand years.
The two factions had been at each other’s throats for many years and had their own methods to restrain each other.
The Five-thunder Technique and the Five-thunder Talisman were the symbols of the Daoist temples.
The fat Daoist priest knew how to make the Five-thunder Talisman. It seemed that he was a direct disciple of the Celestial Master.
An ordinary Daoist priest would not be able to come into contact with a secret technique like the Five-thunder Technique.
Braydon put away the eight Five-thunder Talismans. Each one was worth at least 100,000 dollars, and people were fighting to buy them.
The fat Daoist’s stall was also surrounded by martial artists who wanted to buy the Dao talismans they wanted.
At the end of the market, Heather Sage and Xana Thomas were eating candied haws and having fun.
“Elder Little is here!” someone shouted.
Swoosh!
All the warriors looked toward the end of the market.
An old man holding a walking stick and a young girl slowly appeared.
He was one of the Preston mountains ten old men, the king of hell, Stetson Little!
Looking at the excited expressions of the martial artists in the market, it seemed that they had all heard of this person.
“Who is this person?” Braydon asked, his hands clasped behind his back.
“Back in Preston, he was a very famous martial artist. Legend has it that he has already reached the War God level. Back then, he made a huge mistake and hid in the Preston mountains to cultivate. However, it seems that he hasn’t reached the War God level yet!”
Old Man Zito was very inconspicuous, just like an honest old man.
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