117: Chapter 117: Unexpected Joy 117: Chapter 117: Unexpected Joy “I thought I had finally found my worth,” Si Chen mused, “able to help the young master diligently chisel away at iron blocks.”
But now it seed he couldn’t even match Fang Geyu, who just loafed around all day eating and drinking.
Fang Geyu’s eyes also shone with surprise; she hadn’t expected such an astonishing result from their combined efforts.
She seed…
to have found sothing very amusing.
Perhaps, with this…
she could do what she wanted.
Baili An felt no regret for the clumsy chas on the ground.
With a command, cha Three helped up cha One and Two, and he began humbly seeking guidance from Fang Geyu.
“Um, your attitude in asking for guidance is indeed comndable, but chanical Technique is world-famous, the technology that feeds our Shifang City.
What will you give in return if I teach you?” Fang Geyu said, stroking her snow-white chin.
Jin Sheng puckered his lips: “How about I repay you with my body?”
Fang Geyu narrowed her eyes at him: “Hmm?”
Jin Sheng imdiately controlled his expression, saying hastily, “What I an is, the kid cos bearing a treasure mountain, and while you don’t assu the title of the Kongcang Mountain Lord, wouldn’t it be great to have a new one?”
Baili An found it hard to watch.
The prestigious Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, so cautious and prudent before a junior in the Seeking Tao Realm.
If his peers knew, who knew if they would consider him a disgrace to Tianxi?
Fang Geyu raised an eyebrow and scrutinized Baili An: “He does look quite good, but when have you ever heard that I, Granny, lust after n?”
Jin Sheng: “…”
“Here’s what I propose: gift giving should be mutual.
I’m willing to personally impart chanical Technique to you, in exchange, you must teach how to draw a Puppet Talisman by hand.”
Fang Geyu didn’t think of herself as a genius in the art of talismanic, certainly not as extraordinary as Baili An who, with just a broken Black Stone Heart, could deduce the complete rune pathways step by step.
If she were to figure it out on her own, it would be hard for her to grasp the essence of Puppetry Technique.
“Forget it, Puppetry Technique isn’t hard to train, but spiritual power is the real difficulty.
To combine both, one must infuse spiritual power into Spirit Stones, one by one.
You…” Jin Sheng looked her up and down with utter contempt: “Just give up.”
Fang Geyu didn’t feel defeated and said with a squinted smile: “But you see, I enjoy rising to a challenge, accomplishing what seems impossible.
Wouldn’t that make the face of a certain piece of scrap iron ring out with the sound of a slap?”
Watching the two of them clash, Baili An said with a smile: “Since Miss Fang wishes to learn, Si Chen will not keep any secrets.”
Jin Sheng, however, doubted there could be that many geniuses in the world.
One reborn corpse demon was already monstrous enough.
If even a pampered miss could cultivate extraordinary spiritual power, then it seed anyone could reach for the heavens.
The next day, dawn broke just slightly.
Baili An had not slept all night.
He cast a glance at the slowly rising sun over the distant hills and opened his umbrella.
Fang Geyu, currently at the Seeking Tao Realm, obviously couldn’t see through Baili An’s corpse demon identity like the Thirteen Swords could.
She looked at Baili An with a peculiar expression, thinking that the boy was indeed handso but sowhat effeminate.
How had such a delicate creature, unable to bear a hint of sunlight, co into being?
Fang Geyu curved her lips, holding a wooden board in her hand, walking towards Jin Sheng who was sound asleep under a tree.
She unceremoniously slapped his face with the board, causing a smacking sound.
“Hey, wake up, scrap tal!”
Jin Sheng opened his eyes, which were full of a deep, somber aura, and with a husky and oppressive voice from just waking up, enunciated, “Do you realize whose face you are slapping?”
Any ordinary person would have been scared off by such a nacing gaze.
But Fang Geyu had more nerve than most girls.
She slapped him twice more, threw the board in front of him, squinted her eyes, and smiled: “It’s just scrap tal, after all.”
After saying that, she yawned and turned to go back to sleep.
Jin Sheng frowned, glancing first at Baili An under the tree’s shade, who was earnestly making a cha.
Then, belatedly, he lowered his head to scrutinize the board, the chaotic rune pathways taking him a good ten breaths to understand what it was.
His expression changed, and he slowly shifted his gaze downward to find, in the lower left corner of the board, the words “scrap tal” obviously etched with spiritual power as well as a comical pig’s head drawing next to the writing.
He understood at once…
This pampered Miss Fang.
Actually cultivated spiritual power.
And all it took was one night’s ti.
With a clatter, the board fell to the ground powerlessly.
Jin Sheng slowly lifted his head to look at the dim sky.
His eyes brimming with tears.
Suddenly, he felt as if the world had sohow turned so pale.
Because it had beco colorless with the profusion of geniuses…
…
…
With the combination of Shifang City’s chanical Technique and Baili An’s self-taught and improved Puppetry Technique,
In just a few days, the two unexpectedly found they were in sync, uncovering more surprising marvels.
In just under ten days, Baili An didn’t rush to enhance his own Realm Cultivation, but humbly continued to learn about cha from Fang Geyu.
Now, Kongcang Mountain was no longer as it was initially, possessing treasure yet lacking protection.
Looking at the fifty chas he’d created, Baili An felt an unparalleled sense of fulfillnt and relief.
Upon Baili An’s command, fifty chanical Puppet warriors were split in half, with twenty-five being allocated to the mountain tribes, to protect them from harassnt by demons and evil spirits.
Each of these chanical Puppets possessed the strength of the Open Realm, more than enough to fend off sea demons and Yin Crows from the Endless Sea.
As for Baili An, he took five chanical Puppets into the Jade in Clear Water, preparing for any ergencies.
This was indeed a major advantage of the chas: they weren’t living creatures, and could be freely stored in the Space Treasure, very convenient indeed.
The remaining twenty chanical Puppets were kept within the Mountain Realm to repair and maintain the barrier, preventing a repeat of past tragedies.
This way, the burden on Lin Yuan and Lin Guiyuan would be much lighter.
Given Lin Guiyuan’s current appearance, full of deathly corpse demon Qi, it tended to frighten and repel those unacquainted with him.
Hence, Baili An personally took charge, collecting the twenty-five Puppet warriors, along with the Chen siblings and the surviving mountain dwellers, and escorted them back to their respective tribes within the mountains.
Recently, the tribes had suffered heavy casualties due to the onslaught of demons, which left them desolate and mournful.
Unexpectedly, in Miao Ge Village, Baili An saw a familiar face.
That privileged young master, ng Zifei.
After leaving the Mountain Realm, he had not left Kongcang Mountain?
Instead, he settled in Miao Ge Village.
ng Zifei was montarily stunned upon seeing Baili An and the others, then set down his work of grinding herbal dicine, quickly regaining his composure and said with a smile: “What a coincidence.”
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