“She won’t learn this, won’t learn that—then what does the Fortune Deity expect me to do?”
Ling Shuang wore a trace of annoyance and helplessness.
As a dignified fifth-rank Earth Immortal, she had witnessed the rise and fall of ten thousand years, yet this was the first time she had felt such a frustrating defeat—unable even to give away an apology gift.
Her gaze shifted, landing precisely on Ling Wanbai, and she spoke, “Why don’t I just compensate you with my Ciguan, how about it?”
“Gr-Grand Spirit Lord—?!”
Beside her, Ling Wanbai looked as if she’d been struck by lightning, turning to stone on the spot.
She stared at Ling Shuang in disbelief, then lowered her head in grievance.
Her gaze flitted toward Lu Qiancha, her eyes complicated—bitterness, resentment, and unwillingness all mixing together.
But in the end, under divine mandate, all her resistance dissolved into a silent sigh.
Since it was the Grand Spirit Lord’s request.
She clenched her fists so tightly her nails nearly dug into her palms, resigning herself to her fate…
“No.”
Lu Qiancha wrinkled her little face in disgust and pointed her chin toward Ling Wanbai, “This one just now pounced on me and scolded me.”
She bore a grudge.
Definitely.
“Ahem, even if the Fortune Deity had agreed, I wouldn’t have truly given her to you,” Ling Shuang coughed lightly to break the awkwardness, waving her hand as she twisted her wrist and took out a small Wolf Clan Statue. “Take this as my apology gift.”
“What is this?”
Lu Qiancha stretched out a paw and scooped the little statue into her arms. She sniffed it with her small nose—cold, hard.
Probably not edible.
“This statue contains my all-out strike. If used properly, it can severely injure even a Golden Immortal.”
Ling Shuang’s gaze sharpened, and her tone became serious.
Lu Qiancha’s jaw dropped at that—severely injure a Golden Immortal? Not bad at all; she didn’t have any means to deal with immortals yet.
Come to think of it, this Grand Spirit Lord in front of her must at least be a Golden Immortal…
“Well?” Ling Shuang watched Lu Qiancha’s instantly silly-cute changing expression with amusement, her voice coaxing, “Does this apology gift suit the Fortune Deity’s discerning eye?”
“Alright then, I’ll forgive you.”
Lu Qiancha fought to keep the corners of her mouth from rising wildly, forced her face into a stern look, and nodded solemnly. Jackpot—a powerful life-saving trump card, for free!
“Hua!”
Ling Shuang nodded in satisfaction, then changed the subject, “Since that’s settled and the apology given…”
Ling Shuang paused, her tone now gentle and persuasive, “Fortune Deity, might I discuss with you…” Her eyes locked intently on Lu Qiancha: “…that matter of the Lunar Incense?”
“!!!”
Lu Qiancha instantly tensed, hugging the little wolf statue as if she were a cat protecting a fat fish it had just caught.
“Nothing to discuss!” she cut in flatly, immediately retreating a step. Her eyes were wary, “I don’t have much stock, either.”
“Not so, not so~”
Ling Shuang flashed a mysterious ‘don’t worry’ smile, pointing at the statue in Lu Qiancha’s arms, “Does the Fortune Deity know, aside from containing that strike, this statue also hides a Dao Seed I’ve spent a thousand years condensing?”
Seeing the light of suspicion and alertness flicker in Lu Qiancha’s blue eyes…
The curve of Ling Shuang’s lips became even more mysterious.
“If the Fortune Deity is willing to offer five wisps of Lunar Incense, I shall teach you the secret technique to fully nurture and activate the core of the Dao Seed, in its entirety. How about it?”
Lu Qiancha hugged the statue, her little head spinning at top speed. Five wisps of incense—five days’ profit…for a Dao Seed condensed by a god…seemed like a fair trade.
“Deal!”
Lu Qiancha’s clear, childlike voice rang out beside Ling Shuang’s ear.
With a quick swipe of her claw, five strands of Lunar Incense, shimmering with violet-gold starlight, instantly merged into the giant Shenshen behind Ling Shuang.
“Buzz—!”
A gentle, pristine moonlight burst out around the Shenshen, as if it had donned a holy silver veil. Its presence became several degrees more profound and ethereal.
“Excellent~” Ling Shuang beamed, then pointed at Lu Qiancha’s forehead from afar. A ray of light instantly shot into the little wolf cub’s mind.
Her consciousness sea.
A method to activate the Dao Seed appeared in Lu Qiancha’s mind.
Focus her divine sense, guide it with her will.
Sounded…simple enough?
Impatient, she split off a thread of consciousness and cautiously probed into the core of the cold statue in her arms…
The moment her divine sense touched the core’s barrier—
“Boom—!”
A torrent of brutal, frenzied, and destructive cold erupted like a primordial beast awakened, surging back up her divine sense.
I’ve been had.
Lu Qiancha’s heart lurched. She hurriedly pinched a seal and recited the Tranquil Heart Mantra, “Calm! Compose!”
After a moment, Lu Qiancha finally suppressed that surge of hostility.
“So, Fortune Deity, satisfied with the trade?” Ling Shuang folded her arms, looking at Lu Qiancha with a half-smile.
“Not satisfied.”
Lu Qiancha replied expressionlessly, “Why didn’t you warn me this was a Killing Dao Seed?”
She already had a killing-path Dao intent.
“…?”
Ling Shuang was momentarily stunned. She looked Lu Qiancha up and down, baffled, “Wolf Deity rules over killing—doesn’t everyone in the clan know that?”
Lu Qiancha:
She wasn’t a real wolf, just a halfway convert. How could she possibly know that?
She couldn’t be bothered to argue further. Stuffing the little wolf statue into her storage pouch, she turned to leave.
“Hey! Fortune Deity, wait, please wait!”
Seeing this, Ling Shuang finally became a little anxious and hurriedly called out.
“What now?”
Lu Qiancha paused, not even looking back, her tone thick with impatience. It was getting late—she had to hurry back, or Xunxue would worry.
“Uh…” For once, Ling Shuang was a bit embarrassed and cleared her throat, “That statue in your hands is, well, a one-time-use item…”
Her voice carried a hint of barely concealed awkwardness.
But she quickly regained her spirited tone:
“However, with anything from me, after-sales service is guaranteed! Should the Fortune Deity ever need it again, I can—at a very friendly price of twenty wisps of Lunar Incense—recharge it for you with a fresh all-out strike!”
Lu Qiancha:
No wonder she was so eager to give it away before—this is what she was after.
But after a moment’s thought, an item capable of injuring a Golden Immortal… Even if the seller was cunning, it was still a true trump card for emergencies.
Miss this village, there might not be another shop.
So, after pondering, Lu Qiancha asked, “But I’m not in the Northern Continent most of the time—how do I find you for a recharge across so many mountains and rivers?”
“No problem! No problem!” Ling Shuang instantly beamed, clearly prepared, and cast her gaze at Ling Wanbai, “My Ciguan can collect it on my behalf.”
Ling Wanbai’s lips twitched almost imperceptibly, but in the end, she lowered her head respectfully and replied, “As the divine decree commands.”
Lu Qiancha looked at her with distaste. So this annoying kid was still going to be stuck with her.
Lu Qiancha ignored whether Ling Wanbai could keep up, directly activating the Moonshadow Escape Technique and returning to Shuiqian Palace.
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