Chapter 112 Lord Canglan (3)
The black-striped white tiger that Canglan Divine Lord often rides is an exotic tiger that his clansmen, who want to curry favor with Shan Wu, specially bought at a huge cost.
Little did anyone know that Shan Wu was completely oblivious. Upon seeing the white tiger, he insisted that he should have a younger sister; so he insisted on raising her as a sister and even named her Shan Ba.
The character "灞" is one of the best words among the few pieces of knowledge in Shan Wunao's knowledge.
Shanba lived up to expectations; when she was offered up, she was only in the mortal realm of demons, and in less than a hundred years, she became a queen.
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As Canglan Divine Lord sat on the throne carved from a paulownia tree stump, the image of the golden dragon he had seen at the end of the South River involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
The golden dragon possessed an aura of royalty and a powerful body. How wonderful it would be if it could be used to govern a region in Chizhou.
In this way, his elder brother Shanwu no longer needs to stay in Chizhou and can return.
Although Canglan Shenjun has been a god of mountains and rivers for many years, his feelings for Shanwu are different; subconsciously, he still hopes that his not-so-bright brother can be happy.
Born weak, Canglan God knew the hardships of the world; but for Him, with loving father and mother and kind brothers, He did not suffer much hardship in His childhood.
However, Canglan God had been poor since childhood and lived a very simple life. He had gone through many hardships to become a god, and feeling that he did not need too much wealth, he was generous to his subordinates.
His rewards and punishments are predetermined, and though many troublemakers constantly come to Him, His expenditures are enormous.
However, aside from the initial fifty years when he was struggling to make ends meet, the treasure trove of the Canglan Divine Lord has been growing ever since the fifty-first year.
Now, He no longer knows exactly how rich He is, because He receives dividends from His estate every day.
Every day, Yamashita, the junior official in charge of the inner palace, would spend an hour calculating to find out the exact figures from the previous day; however, these figures only applied to the previous day, and he would have to recalculate them the following day.
Jiao Jue was unaware that Canglan Shenjun was plotting against him in the temple. He and Ji Rong were busy having the ancient witches soak in the spirit pool to temper their bodies.
These ancient shamans, who were not born with spiritual energy, may have muscular bodies, but they are all show and no substance. In reality, their muscles lack the meridians that can be used to circulate spiritual energy; in terms of physique, they are no match for the great shamans of the ancient times.
Now, Jiao Jue will use this spiritual pool to immerse the Wu tribe people in a cleansing bath, forcing them to develop a conduit for spiritual energy.
The first to arrive were Wu Yue and Xuan Wu.
In truth, the Spirit Pool held little significance for Wu Yue other than keeping his muscles and bones agile; however, Jiao Jue still had Ji Zhuang dig a small pool specifically for the old man's health maintenance.
When it was the turn of the witch, Jiao Jue had Ji Rong take root in the spirit pool, transforming into a magic tree, and used the giant leaves on its body to surround the witch who was soaking in the pool.
Ji Rong's roots rapidly absorbed spiritual energy from the tributaries of the spiritual vein, causing the spiritual energy in the spiritual pool to surge.
Seeing the spiritual energy of the spiritual vein being extracted in large quantities, the multi-eyed fish spirit in the spiritual vein suddenly shone with golden light from its forehead and accelerated the extraction of spiritual energy from the main vein.
As Ji Rong unfolded the leaves, tens of thousands of pieces of knowledge appeared before the witch's eyes.
Inscriptions of knowledge flew out from the leaves, and golden imprints of knowledge merged into Yanwu's body, converging towards the eye between Yanwu's eyebrows.
Yanwu's aura suddenly intensified. The eye between her brows grew brighter and brighter, like a full moon.
One day to temper bones,
One day to temper blood and muscles,
A day to temper one's skin and mind;
Three days and nights passed in this way.
“Bo” means that the witch emerges from the realm of mysterious knowledge.
She felt that she could no longer contain any more knowledge inscriptions, so she slowly opened her three eyes. She felt that many tiny meridians had increased in her body, filling her with power.
Sensing that she was about to break through to become a Witch Lord, she sat in the pool, waiting for her body to undergo its own transformation.
The spiritual energy surged wildly towards the witch, and a miniature version of herself gradually condensed on her spiritual platform.
A massive bolt of lightning struck down from the sky!
With a thought, Jiao Jue caused the lightning to bypass the witch's head and strike the witch's body repeatedly.
After Xuanwu became the Witch Master, Ji Rong still hadn't woken up. Her mind was too tired, and she had already fallen into a deep sleep. No matter how Jiao Jue, Ji Zhuang, and Gu Qingqing called her, she didn't respond.
The spiritual streams below nourished her, gathering within the veins of the leaves and redrawing the golden inscriptions.
During the three days that the witch became the Witch Master, the spiritual stream rushed into the spiritual pool at an extremely fast speed. The Canglan God Lord was surprised to see the water level of the spiritual river slowly dropping, so he drove Shanba to the edge of the pool.
At this time, Xuanwu, Ji Zhuang, and Gu Qingqing had already left, leaving only Jiaojue guarding Ji Rong by the pond.
Seeing the deity descending from the sky, the scales on the tail of the Horned Jade couldn't help but stand up.
"Young friend, we meet again," Canglan Divine Lord said gently to Jiaojue.
He stood in the air, looking at the strange Ji Rong by the pool. This tree stump, with its exposed roots and bird-like shape, had a heartbeat that could be heard inside.
The Canglan Divine Lord stared at Ji Rong, feeling an increasing sense of familiarity with her; His divine seal shone brightly, as if He had found a long-lost compatriot, and He kept circling around Ji Rong.
The white tiger beneath Canglan Jun landed on its own and nestled against Ji Rong's roots, murmuring sweetly.
As Canglan Divine Lord looked at Ji Rong, a voice popped into his heart. Before he could even confirm it, the cheers of the Divine Seal resounded in Canglan Divine Lord's mind: "Ancestral Tree, Ancestral Tree, my final resting place!"
A faint phoenix silhouette separated from the divine seal and gradually merged into Ji Rong's body along Ji Rong's roots. It entered Ji Rong's spiritual platform and perched on Ji Rong's leaves.
Canglan Jun looked at Ji Rong, who was neither a bird nor a tree, with burning eyes.
"There are things in this world even stranger than myself," Canglan Jun thought to himself in amazement.
Jiao Jue saw Canglan Shenjun's expression and knew things were not good, but he couldn't show it.
Fortunately, Canglan Jun didn't look at it for long. He stretched out a webbed hand, pointed at Ji Rong and smiled at Jiao Jue, "Young friend, is this your prized possession?"
Upon hearing this, Jiao Jue's expression immediately turned tense, his eyes sharpened, and he remained silent.
The Divine Lord Canglan couldn't help but recall how his elder brother had protected him when he was young, so he changed his words and asked, "Is this your friend, young friend?"
Upon hearing this, Jiao Jue's expression relaxed, but he remained silent.
Having identified the root cause of the massive depletion of spiritual energy, Canglan Divine Lord looked at Ji Rong and smiled, "This young friend must be a creature favored by heaven and earth. Today, since we are destined to meet, I shall bestow upon him a great fortune."
As soon as the Canglan Divine Lord finished speaking, the Canglan Mountain Seal shone brightly with golden light, and the tributaries of the spiritual veins beneath it trembled violently. Soon after, streams of pure golden spiritual liquid surged up and headed towards Ji Rong's roots.
Ji Rong's mind drifted within the enveloping spiritual liquid, and she seemed to see a face covered in scales; but she was too sleepy to have any desire to understand it.
After presenting Ji Rong with the spirit liquid, Lord Canglan said to Jiao Jue, "Young friend, my name is Shanshui, and my sobriquet is Canglan. I see that you have an extraordinary temperament. If you have the ambition to govern a region, you can come to the Canglan Mountains and announce my name, and choose a place to govern yourself."
After saying that, Lord Canglan rode away on his tiger with an air of nonchalance.
Jiao Jue stared in astonishment in the direction where Canglan Divine Lord had left, alarm bells ringing in his heart.
He couldn't imagine the wealth of the Canglan God Lord; he only felt that the Canglan God Lord was too generous and very abnormal.
Jiaojue submerged himself in the water, pondering the possibility of moving.
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