"Give me four hundred magic money, and you can get started in talisman techniques within two months. One thousand magic money, and you'll gain proficiency within half a year, you will start producing talisman paper without support and begin paying off your debt. What do you say?" Wang Zijia thought for a moment and proposed a price.
"Half a year? Proficient? Me?" Xi Ling heard the words and stared blankly.
She had been a beginner for twenty years. After countless battles and struggles, she knew just how much of a waste material she was.
A lot of things could be picked up quickly, but reaching the entrance level was difficult. Not to mention proficiency, she was a complete waste of resources.
She even once considered advancing her position in order to secure a good job. Then, she thought of choosing a good senior brother, starting a family, and placing her hopes on the next generation.
