Chapter 34 - Settlement
Although Xie Zhao's "Poor Man's Alliance Declaration" ignited the passion of many monks from small sects, the reality was still coldly before them - compensation and resettlement.
Tie Kuang from Baiduan Valley was a straightforward man and immediately expressed his willingness to help Guixu Sect raise money.
But Xie Zhao smiled and declined: "Master Tiegu appreciates your kindness! We in Guixu Sect have our own way to pay for this small amount of money."
He glanced at Su Tang, who immediately understood what he meant. Holding the photo stone, her psychic eyes flashed with the light of the "spiritual stone", she plunged into the crowd of people holding photo stones in the distance, obviously going to "develop new business".
Liu Qingyi from Yaowang Valley sent a bottle of "Jade Dew Pill" to calm the mind and spirit, as a token of good fortune.
Luo Hongyi took it and casually tossed it to Bai Xiaolu, whose face was still a bit pale. She then took a second longer look at the exquisite medicine bag at Liu Qingyi's waist, her red lips curled slightly. "Fellow Daoist Liu, the spirit-sealing technique on this medicine bag bears some resemblance to the Danxia Sect. It seems you've received a lot of 'guidance,' huh?" Her tone was filled with a hint of mocking sympathy. Liu Qingyi's smile faltered, and she didn't respond, only sighing softly.
The first priority is to settle down.
Wanxiantai is vast, and the outer area is divided into many temporary anchorage and camping locations.
Those "A-grade" areas that are close to the center, have abundant spiritual energy, and offer excellent views are naturally reserved for top clans such as the Tianjian Sect, Danxia Sect, and the Beast Taming Sect.
"Poor representatives" like Guixu Sect and Baiduan Valley were guided by the Immortal Alliance deacons with undisguised disdain and a hint of gloating to the "T-shaped end" area at the very edge, close to the churning sea of clouds and where the spiritual energy was relatively thin.
The terrain here is slightly lower, and even slight signs of wear and tear can be seen on the white jade ground. The flying boats anchored around are mostly gray iron and wood boats like those in Baiduan Valley, or some animal skin tents that look weathered.
The air was filled with a faint smell of rust, herbs, and a rough scent peculiar to low-level monks, a mixture of sweat and struggle.
The "KeCP" was parked crookedly in the designated area, and had completely become a pile of scrap metal in need of repair.
Although the thick smoke at the stern had extinguished, the damaged driving array still emitted a burning smell and faint electric sparks.
"This shabby place... the wind is quite strong." Luo Hongyi gathered her hair that was messed up by the wind, glanced at the worn white jade floor tiles under her feet with disdain, and then looked at the rolling sea of clouds not far away, "It's quite suitable for destroying corpses." She tapped her shoulder bag lightly with her fingers.
Tie Niu put down his huge animal skin bag (stones), looked around, and said honestly: "It's okay, the place is spacious enough for me to practice with stones!" As he said that, he got ready to "level" the ground.
"Brother Tie Niu, wait a minute!" Su Tang came running back breathlessly, clutching the photo stone, her face flushed with excitement. "Don't move! This is the perfect backdrop for the 'Poor Man's Camp'! It's authentic! It tells a story!"
She immediately ordered Tie Niu to put the bundle in a conspicuous place, and asked Bai Xiaolu to sit next to the bundle with Tutu in her arms, trying to create an atmosphere of "the family is poor but the morale is high".
The white deer calmly did as she was told. The moon-eating rabbit lay listlessly on her legs, its ruby eyes warily looking at the unfamiliar environment.
Uncle Chen was completely unaffected. As soon as he got off the flying boat, he slowly began to wander around the edge of the Guixu Sect's "last-rank" camp.
The broken broom seemed to have become a part of his body, and the rustling sound of sweeping the floor was heard again.
He carefully cleaned up every piece of metal fragment and every particle of dust that collapsed from the "KeCP" and even patiently cleaned up the footprints left by the iron ox.
His movements were still slow and persistent, as if he was clearing a sacred piece of pure land. Soon, the small area around the Guixu Sect camp was swept clean as a mirror, forming a sharp contrast with the slightly messy surroundings.
Chu Linyuan did not get involved in these trivial matters.
He walked alone to the edge of the camp, close to where the sea of clouds was rolling.
He chose a relatively flat, though noticeably weathered, white jade tile and sat down cross-legged, the Frost Silence Sword resting across his knees, his eyes slightly closed.
The black clothes fluttered gently in the moist breeze from the sea of clouds, and the red tassels at the waist swayed gently with the wind. The smoke and dust on his clothes seemed to be quietly shaken off by his extremely cold evil spirit, and the original color was restored.
He was like an iceberg isolated from the world, completely isolating himself from the hustle and bustle of the surrounding camps and the prosperity of Wanxiantai.
Only when his fingertips unconsciously brushed the small jade bead at the end of the tassel did a hint of imperceptible vitality reveal itself.
Xie Zhaoze was the busiest person. He circled the smoking stern of the Ke CP several times, his brow furrowed.
Holding the Jinghong Talisman Pen in his hand, golden light flickered at his fingertips as he carefully probed for damage to the magic circle driving the "Stitched Monster".
"Tsk... the core runes are melted in three places... five energy conduits are scrapped... the array base materials are also burnt..." Xie Zhao muttered as he checked, "This girl Su Tang, she bought an old ancestor... it's more troublesome to fix it than to draw a new one..." He complained, but his hands did not slow down at all.
He took out all kinds of strange second-hand parts, scrap metal, and spare rune plates he drew himself from the storage bag and began an extremely hardcore "gold panning in the garbage dump" style repair.
Sparks flew and metal clanged, mixed with Xie Zhao's murmurs that were sometimes annoyed and sometimes proud.
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