The Soul Gathering Talisman Can't Be Stopped

Before he could speak, Nanli shook her head lightly again. "This job is exhausting, bitter, and pays little. I could earn a thousand taels of silver helping with a ritual or sell a powerful talisman."

It seemed Master Zhao had a misunderstanding about the term "big money."

Master Zhao sighed helplessly.

Despite carrying his daughter and descending the mountain, he showed no signs of breathlessness. "Not everyone has the abilities like Ninth Princess. In Mu Nation, your Daoist skills are among the highest, so this price is quite normal."

For ordinary Taoists, selling a talisman for a few taels of silver would already be good.

Nanli continued, "Master Zhao, just to clarify, the message talisman and teleportation talisman I gave you yesterday amount to five thousand taels. Also, the time and talismans I used to enter the Netherworld to find Fourth Brother amount to three thousand taels. Altogether, it's eight thousand taels. Will Master Zhao pay in cash or with a promissory note?"