Chapter 29: The Gratitude of Jin Shi

"Sound-recording snail."

Cheng Yunqi muttered about the things he was currently lacking.

It was not that there was no spiritual iron or refined gold; "Autumn Water" still had some rations left.

There was no knife pen; "Autumn Water" could also be used.

Only this sound-recording snail.

He looked at the talisman arrow in his hand over and over again until he confirmed that he had understood the prohibition on it.

Then, he joined his right hand's fingers, and a bit of fire light appeared on his fingertips.

He held the talisman arrow with his left hand, the arrow tail slanted downward, and his right hand holding the fire slowly approached the end of the talisman arrow, just like lighting incense with a candle flame.

Cheng Yunqi was very patient, first keeping the flame far away, testingly roasting it, and finding that nothing happened, only then slowly approaching, and then gently licking the end of the talisman arrow with the tip of the flame.

However, he forgot one thing. Roasting it like this, his left hand soon became unbearably hot, so he had to place the talisman arrow on "Autumn Water" and then hold "Autumn Water" with his hand.

This lasted for about half a quarter of an hour. Cheng Yunqi found that the end of the talisman arrow began to melt slowly. The corners of his mouth moved, but he was not anxious, still roasting it slowly with a small fire.

After another two quarters of an hour, the small section at the end of the talisman arrow was completely melted by Cheng Yunqi.

He removed the flame, waited for the talisman arrow to cool down, then faced his palm toward the opening at the end, tilted the talisman arrow, and gently poured out the things inside.

It was a talisman paper.

Cheng Yunqi was a bit surprised, shook it gently, and nothing else came out.

He leaned in to look, then smiled gently, as if he had discovered some clues.

Then, only to see him start to summon fire again, but this time he went to burn the place where the arrowhead and the arrow body were connected.

The arrowhead was surprisingly thin. This time he became more and more handy, and it took less than half a quarter of an hour to burn the arrowhead off.

He picked up the arrowhead and looked at it. The arrowhead was hollow, and inside was indeed a small snail hidden.

The small snail was nail-shaped, the whole thing embedded in the arrowhead, the tail facing the arrowhead, the snail mouth facing the arrow shaft. Looking closely, the snail mouth was sealed with soil, gray-white in color. Cheng Yunqi sniffed it, and there was a fishy smell.

Cheng Yunqi closed his eyes and recalled. When he was building the Palace of Light in his mind, he had memorized quite a bit of information about spiritual objects like gold, stone, earth, and wood.

He remembered. This was a kind of earth-element spiritual object called "Flowing Mud Solid Earth."

This thing seemed to be naturally timid. As long as it was quiet and not moved, it was a lump of earth like a stone. But if something hit it, it would immediately soften and turn into a puddle of mud.

Cheng Yunqi smiled. He understood.

Cheng Yunqi held the arrowhead without moving it, and went to look at the talisman. He spread it out and smiled again. It was a fire talisman he was very familiar with, named the Fire Rain Melting Gold Talisman.

The talisman ink of this talisman was mixed with phosphorus powder and cinnabar. The talisman text contained magic intents such as "collapse," "explosion," and "burning." After triggering, it would turn into a mass of fire rain. This fire rain would not be extinguished by water when it fell on people, would burn through clothes and skin, and burn into bones and blood.

Cheng Yunqi thought for a moment, went to the room and took out a lake stone from the pack, muttering to himself,

"I didn't expect these broken stones to be useful one after another."

He stuck the fire talisman on the stone and threw it directly into the lake.

He watched until he could almost not see the stone, then flicked his finger on the arrowhead.

"Ding~"

A crisp sound, the arrowhead trembled, and at the same time, the soil on the snail mouth quickly melted and fell to the ground as a puddle of mud.

"Fire Bucket travels, fire rain welcomes, burn!"

A magic mantra came from the snail mouth. Listening to the voice, it was exactly the Thin Daoist's.

"Bang!"

As the mantra sound rang out, the fire talisman under the lake exploded, but it didn't make any sound. Cheng Yunqi looked down, as if a firework had bloomed under the lake. At this time, "Flowing Mud Solid Earth" fell to the ground, and no one moved it, so it became a lump of earth again.

Cheng Yunqi picked it up gently and put it back into the snail mouth. This snail was not damaged with the talisman arrow this time and could still be used. Cheng Yunqi also knew how to make talisman arrows.

This thing was not recognized in the sect and was considered a minor path. Coupled with the fact that it was a new thing that had appeared in recent years, it was not mentioned in the few tool-refining manuals Cheng Yunqi had read. But he felt that this thing was very convenient when used well, especially for a low-level cultivator like himself traveling outside, it was a good treasure for self-protection and demon-slaying.

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Early the next morning.

Jiang Yuexing, his father, and a woman came over.

Needless to say, this was a family coming to thank him. Cheng Yunqi greeted them and sat down in the hall.

The young hero's mother's eyes were red; it seemed she had been worried to death yesterday. The young hero's father had a relaxed face; it seemed the young hero's injury was no longer a problem.

The two first praised Cheng Yunqi, and then said that Mount Sanqing was worthy of being a high sect of the immortal mountain, and the disciples who came out were truly extraordinary, which made Cheng Yunqi very embarrassed, because after all, he had only chanted a few words.

However, the parents obviously didn't think so and were extremely grateful to Cheng Yunqi. After these few words, Cheng Yunqi also learned the status of this young hero in the Jiang family.

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The entire Jin Xiang Sect was surnamed Jiang. After thousands of years, it was divided into several halls, each managing a group of people. The most important thing was to be responsible for managing all the mortals on this island kingdom, and also responsible for the daily food, clothing, housing, and transportation of the Jin Xiang Sect and all expenses.

And there was a rule here: any hall that produced a Third Realm cultivator would automatically leave the hall and go to Tai Xi Peak on the island to participate in the sect's major events, or focus on cultivation, cutting off ties with the secular affairs of each hall.

The hall where Jiang Yuexing belonged was called the Mingguang Hall. In Jiang Yuexing's generation, two Second Realm cultivators were produced in the main line of Mingguang Hall, which were himself and his brother Jiang Yanxing. Now this hall was managed by Jiang Yanxing, so the servants called Jiang Yanxing the Family Head and Jiang Yuexing the Second Master.

Jiang Yanxing had long had the opinion that he did not want to marry or have children in this life, only wanting to seek the Great Dao.

Fortunately, his younger brother Jiang Yuexing was still a sentimental person, with one wife and many concubines, but so far, he only had this one seedling, the young hero. This child was born when he was in the First Realm, and the hope for the future was even more slim.

This meant that the main line of a hall was tied to one person, so it was no wonder they were nervous.

The two talked for a while, then took the initiative to say goodbye and leave, only telling Cheng Yunqi to live well and say whatever he lacked.

And the young hero stayed behind.

The two looked at each other, unable to help but say in unison:

"Benefactor!"

"Young hero!"

The young hero's face stiffened, ashamed and embarrassed. "If it weren't for the benefactor's rescue, I would have long been buried in the fish's belly, so how can I be called a young hero. Also, let the benefactor know that I am fifteen years old, surnamed Jiang, given name Nanjing. Those close to me call me Jiang Nan. If the benefactor is willing to call me Jiang Nan, you can; if you are willing to call me Nanjing, you can."

Cheng Yunqi smiled and said: "I am one year older than you. You can call me Yunqi directly. Jiang Nan, this is wrong. A hero is judged by heart, not by traces. You have the heart to capture demons, and you are so young, so naturally you can be called a young hero!"

Jiang Nan shook his head repeatedly. "Benefactor is benefactor, how can I call you by your name directly."

Cheng Yunqi wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Jiang Nan. He saw him take a sandalwood box out of his bosom. The box was very small, like a jewelry box for bracelets or earrings.

"Benefactor, the grace of saving my life is truly impossible to repay. My family has prepared some thin gifts, please benefactor must accept them."

Cheng Yunqi waved his hand. "Yesterday I said, we are all of the Daoist sect, stepping in to save you was only right and proper, no need to thank me."

Jiang Nan's small face straightened, righteous and awe-inspiring. "Benefactor can say no thanks, but my family cannot not thank you."

The young hero opened the box. Inside was a piece of velvet, and on the velvet were two things: a white rope bracelet with a small white glass-like bead, and in the middle of the bracelet, a golden seal knob.

"This seal knob is my private collection. Today, let me engrave it into a seal for the benefactor. This Tai Xu Cave Stone is a gift from my uncle and father to the benefactor."

The young hero stood up, held the wooden box with both hands in front of Cheng Yunqi, and said:

"Benefactor's grace of saving my life cannot be thanked without the weight of gold and stone!"

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