Chapter 148 - Team Building
The setting sun cast a long shadow over the skeleton of Guixu Sect's newly built Talisman Array Tower. The team members who had gone on the team-building trip returned with a full load.
Su Tang immediately went into the herb garden and carefully spread the newly bought spores, muttering to herself, "Ghost face mushrooms...konjac...never mind, I'll just plant some normal ones...and the evil thorns as a wall around the square..."
Tie Niu grunted as he planted several tough evil thorn seedlings at the designated location on the edge of the square. His huge body formed a sharp contrast with the delicate seedlings.
Luo Hongyi took the bag of "Nine Nether Ghost Face Mushroom" spores and found an abandoned stone basin in a corner far away from the medicine garden. Poisonous mist lingered at his fingertips, as if he was studying how to safely cultivate this highly poisonous mushroom.
Xie Zhao was in a very good mood, humming a tuneless little song, and the Jinghong talisman pen was flying at his fingertips.
He did not deal with the materials, but walked to the star-patterned iron components cut by Chu Linyuan. A light of pale golden talisman flowed from the tip of the pen, and he quickly outlined simple but vibrant vine and cloud patterns on the smooth and cold metal surface.
"It's so ugly to be bare! Add some decorations! Even the Guixu Sect needs to pay attention to the mood of life!"
Chu Linyuan stood beside the tower base, silently watching Xie Zhao graffiti on his components.
His cold face was expressionless, but his hand subconsciously reached into his sleeve pocket, and his fingertips touched the warm stone of the rough headband. He did not stop Xie Zhao's destruction, but just watched silently.
When Xie Zhao finally put down his pen with satisfaction, the originally cold and hard star-patterned iron components were already covered with pale golden talisman vines and cloud patterns, strangely softening the cold and hard feeling of the metal.
"Done! Let's eat!" Xie Zhao waved his hand.
The bonfire was lit again, and in the huge stone pot, freshly bought abyssal moss and mushrooms were stewing, mixed with leftover dried meat, emitting a strange and rich aroma. Su Tang contributed a few newly mature young leaves of the star tear grass as seasoning.
Everyone sat around. Xie Zhao, quick-witted and swift-handed, scooped up a large spoonful of tender, mushy mushrooms, dotted with the green leaves of the star-tear grass, and with lightning speed, "plop" it into Chu Linyuan's freshly prepared bowl!
"Brother! Try this! It's a specialty from the Abyss! Very nutritious!" Xie Zhao smiled sincerely.
Chu Linyuan looked at the suspiciously dark green mushrooms that had suddenly appeared in his bowl, then at Xie Zhao's expression that said, "Praise me now!" His thin lips pressed into a cold, hard line. Silently, he used a spoon to push the mushroom to the very edge of the bowl. Then, extremely slowly, he scooped up a piece of dried meat from his own bowl and put it into his mouth.
Xie Zhao: “…” His smile froze.
"Pfft! Hahahaha!" Su Tang laughed so hard that she slapped her thigh.
Luo Hongyi blew the soup in the spoon gracefully, her red lips curled slightly: "Second idiot, you keep fighting despite repeated failures. Your courage is commendable."
Tie Niu buried his head in the food and said in a deep voice, "Second Brother, give me the mushroom! I'm not afraid of supplements!"
Xie Zhao angrily stuffed the piece of "Abyss Specialty" into his mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound, and muttered incoherently: "...You don't know the value of it...The ice shard tongue is just a decoration..."
Chu Linyuan seemed not to hear, slowly eating the dried meat. His cold profile seemed to soften slightly in the flickering firelight. Perhaps it was just that the firelight was too warm.
The night deepened and the bonfire crackled.
Xie Zhao leaned against the cold star-patterned iron structure, watching the jumping flames, listening to Tie Niu's snoring, Su Tang's mumbling, Luo Hongyi's occasional sharp tongue, and Chu Linyuan's deep and quiet breathing beside him.
His fingertips unconsciously caressed the Jinghong Talisman Brush, feeling the warmth of the Chenji Star Sand lingering on the brush. The Soul-Guiding Lamp Talisman on his chest emitted a steady, warm glow in the peaceful night, echoing quietly through the fabric of his clothing with the warmth of the Star Warm Sun Talisman in his sleeve pocket.
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