Henry Carter opened the boxes one by one, and inside each box was a wolf-hair brush.

Emily Clark glanced over them and couldn’t help but show a trace of disappointment. These were indeed all wolf-hair brushes, and the craftsmanship was exquisite—if used for calligraphy or painting, they would be considered top quality. However, the quality of the wolf hair still did not meet Emily Clark’s minimum requirements.

You must know that talismans are one of the immortal arts. When drawing a talisman, not only must the mind be undistracted and the spirit clear, but one must also channel power through the talisman script, infusing spiritual energy into the tip of the brush so that the talisman is imbued with power. Only by completing it in one continuous motion can a true talisman be formed.

Once an immortal’s talisman is activated, it can trigger the vital energies of all things and draw upon the powers of heaven and earth. Some truly powerful talismans can move mountains and overturn seas, even destroy the world. Those street magicians who randomly scribble on talisman paper are merely making meaningless marks, not true immortal talismans.

Therefore, the brush used to draw talismans is of utmost importance, because the practitioner’s power must ultimately be transmitted through the brush onto the talisman. If the brush is inferior, not only is the transmission of power problematic, but the practitioner must also expend much more energy.

The brushes Emily Clark used in the past were at least made from the tail hair of ten-thousand-year-old wolf demons, but now he could only make do with ordinary wolf-hair brushes, which still left much to be desired. If his spiritual power were strong, he could barely manage, but now his power was pitifully low, and with such a brush, he simply could not draw a true talisman.

Could it be that he would have to personally hunt down a wolf king and make one himself? Emily Clark shook his head to himself.

Henry Carter had been secretly observing Emily Clark, and when he saw the flash of disappointment on his face, he said, “Could it be that these still do not meet Mr. Yu’s standards?”

Upon hearing this, Emily Clark raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, “Does Boss Shangguan have an even better wolf-hair brush you haven’t shown me?”

“I do have a personal treasure, said to be made from the tail hair of a polar wolf king, but it’s at home. If Mr. Yu is interested, I can go fetch it,” Henry Carter said.

Emily Clark was somewhat tempted, but he knew that polar wolves were extremely rare, and a polar wolf king was even more extraordinary. He feared that his seventy thousand yuan would not be enough, and besides, this brush was Henry Carter’s personal treasure.

“As long as Mr. Yu likes it, money is not an issue. Consider it a token of friendship between us,” Henry Carter said.

Emily Clark was finally moved, his gaze burning as he stared at Henry Carter, as if trying to see through his very soul.

Under Emily Clark’s gaze, for the first time in his life, Henry Carter felt uneasy, as if that look could pierce into the depths of his soul, leaving all his thoughts nowhere to hide.

“I cannot accept a reward without merit. How about this: whether or not your wolf-hair brush meets my standards, I will help you through this difficulty,” Emily Clark said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Henry Carter trembled all over, his eyes bursting with dazzling light. In a trembling voice, he said, “Mr. Yu, please wait a moment. I’ll go home and fetch it right away.”

Chapter 14 Henry Carter

Henry Carter hurriedly rushed downstairs, calling out while still on the stairs, “Charlie, Charlie, get the car ready immediately.”

Charlie was an elderly man dressed in a gray Tang suit, full of vigor. Hearing Henry Carter’s call, he dashed out of the brush shop in shock, his nimble steps surpassing even those of a sprinter, making it hard to believe he was an old man.

Not only was Charlie shocked, but everyone in the shop was also surprised to see Henry Carter in such a hurry. Many of them had worked in the shop for half their lives, and in their memory, they had never seen Henry Carter so flustered and anxious. In their minds, their boss was always gentle and refined, with an air of transcendence, as if nothing in the mundane world could disturb his composure. Yet today, he had lost his cool over that young man.

“Master, who exactly is that young man?” Charlie asked cautiously as he drove steadily.

Charlie had followed Henry Carter since childhood, always dutiful and never talkative. No one knew Henry Carter’s true identity and abilities better than he did. He really couldn’t think of anyone in Hanglin City who could make his master lose composure like this, especially such a young person, so he finally couldn’t help but ask.

Upon hearing this, Henry Carter seemed to fall into distant memories, and after a long while, he slowly said, “When I was still a child, I once saw my grandfather have a conflict with a young man. At that time, my grandfather’s cultivation was far superior to mine now, and I thought that young man would surely lose. Unexpectedly, the young man simply took out a talisman and stuck it on a stone the size of a soccer ball, and my grandfather, using all his strength, couldn’t lift it. Only then did my grandfather realize he had encountered a legendary extraordinary person and wanted to take him as a master, but the man just laughed and walked away. My grandfather regretted it for the rest of his life, saying he missed a chance at immortality.”

“Could there really be people in this world who know the arts of the immortals?” Charlie asked in astonishment.