Talisman

The young Pei Lao was born in a border talisman paper workshop. He worked as a slave since he was a child. He soaked cinnabar and mixed talisman pulp every day, and his life was like straw. In the world of cultivation, magic and flying swords are valued, and talismans are regarded as despicable. A low-level talisman is worth ten years of blood and sweat of a mortal. He secretly learned to draw talismans, but his supervisor broke three fingers of his right hand. When he was about to die, he awakened his talent - knowing the patterns of talismans by touching them, and could gain insight into the secrets of all talismans. Since then, he has been dormant and practiced hard with his left hand, using straw pulp paper to study the overlaying talismans. The boss of the shop is chasing him, the talisman merchants are coveting him, and the suppression of the big sects comes one after another. He hid in the mountains, improved the talisman paper, and finally drew a running talisman to escape, and he showed his talent for the first time. A storm that subverts Fu Dao's monopoly is quietly rising from the bottom.