Seeing the spirit emerging, Zhao Lin let out a sigh of relief, thinking that this whip-threaded snake's life was really tough.
Dong Lingcheng was knocked to the ground by the aftermath of the Leiyin Fist. His injuries were unharmed, but the blood hole more than an inch deep on his back was shocking.
Zhao Lin helped him up and asked, "Senior brother, how are you?"
"fine……"
Dong Lingcheng's face turned pale and his teeth chattered slightly. He took out a scarlet elixir from his arms and drank it. He meditated and adjusted his breath for a while before the color returned to his face.
"Thank you, junior brother, for the rescue."
Dong Lingcheng stood up, faced Zhao Lin, and bowed to the ground.
"Brother, you don't have to be like this!"
Zhao Lin wanted to refuse, but Dong Lingcheng insisted on holding the gift and said seriously: "If my junior brother hadn't taken action, I wouldn't have been able to avoid this."
After speaking, he let out a loud roar and called Elder Nie in the distance.
For such an important matter, the elders must be informed promptly to prevent other disciples from encountering the same situation.
"By the way, what's the name of the boxing technique that junior brother used just now? Why did I lose consciousness all of a sudden?"
Dong Lingcheng rubbed his head, feeling a little dizzy, and asked curiously.
Zhao Lin smiled and said, "Thunder Sound Fist, I guess senior brother has never heard of it."
"The martial arts skills are truly extraordinary!"
"Senior brother, you are overly praised. Martial arts in the mortal world are not as good as magic. They can only be used in close combat."
Dong Lingcheng said nothing more, staring at the body of the whip and line snake on the ground with lingering fear.
If Zhao Lin had taken action a moment later, even if he could not die for a while, he would probably lose his cultivation.
"Brother, what is this long and thin insect?"
"Why does it look like a whip?"
Li Sancai, Tong Mu and Zhu Cong came to their senses at this time and asked with some fear.
"This is a kind of parasitic insect called whip-threaded snake..."
Dong Lingcheng explained patiently.
After hearing this, the three of them had a look of surprise on their faces. They didn't expect such evil monsters to exist in the world.
Not long after, Elder Nie flew in from the sky.
When he saw the whip-threaded anemone on the ground, his brows jumped twice. He looked up and saw everyone standing in front of him with normal expressions, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Elder, this whip-threaded snake is hidden in the body of a katydid..."
"The disciple was accidentally attacked by him without warning. Fortunately, Junior Brother Zhao took action in time and escaped the disaster."
Dong Lingcheng explained the matter clearly in a few words.
Elder Nie glanced at Zhao Lin and praised: "You did a good job!"
"The whip-threaded jackal is sinister in nature and is good at sneak attacks. We haven't seen it in Nanhezhou for many years. I was negligent."
"You guys rest here first, and I'll inform the other disciples to be careful."
After saying that, he jumped into the air and raised his voice and said: "Disciples, listen carefully. We just found a whip-threaded snake among the locusts. You must be careful..."
Half an hour later, all the katydids in the town had been wiped out. Fortunately, no second whip-threaded anemone appeared.
Elder Nie ordered his disciples to pile the insect corpses near the farmland outside the town and burn them all with a fire.
The common people also came out of the inner magic circle and expressed their gratitude to the elders and disciples.
Although the disciples were exhausted and their robes were still splattered with a lot of juice from the locusts, they felt that their trip was worthwhile when they saw the grateful eyes in each pair.
…
"When a fellow disciple was in trouble, he came to the rescue and his performance set an example for his disciples. I have applied to the state for good deeds as a reward."
Returning to Hanchi County, Elder Nie sent away his disciples, leaving Zhao Lin behind to talk.
Zhao Lin was very happy when he heard that he had done good deeds.
In order to prevent the devaluation of good deeds, Chenghua Sect was very strict in this aspect. Each county's good deeds are numerous, and additional rewards need to be applied to the state or even the headquarters.
Since the elder said to apply to the state, there should not be only three or five good deeds.
Zhao Lin looked calm and said: "Thank you, elder. I just did what I should do, not for any good deeds."
After saying that, I added another sentence in my mind: "It would be better to reward more good deeds."
When we got back to our residence, it was getting late.
After a day of hard work, Zhao Lin felt hungry, so he took some more spiritual rice and poured it into a small cauldron for cooking.
Two moments later, the rice is ripe and the cauldron buzzes.
Zhao Lin was eating spiritual rice while thinking about what he saw and heard today.
Each of the martial arts masters has mastered at least one spell to the level of proficiency. During the demonstration at the Yanfa Pavilion, I didn't think it was very powerful, but in actual combat, the difference became apparent.
Brother Chuan Gong's spell can kill several demonic insects, and it is sure to hit the target, within a hundred steps, without missing a hit.
In comparison, despite the short range of his Wind Sword Technique, the grasshoppers on the ground could only barely hit 78% of the time, and once the demonic insects flew up, their accuracy was only 20% to 30%.
"With the same spell, there is a huge gap between entry and mastery. If you practice it to a great degree or even perfection, I don't know how powerful you will be..."
Boom, boom, boom!
While Zhao Lin was thinking, there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard.
He walked out of the house curiously, wondering who it could be at such a late hour.
"Junior Brother Zhao, it's me."
Before Zhao Lin could ask, Dong Lingcheng's voice sounded outside the door.
"Senior Brother Dong, what are you..."
Zhao Lin opened the door and was surprised to see Dong Lingcheng carrying a large package and a wooden box in his hand.
"Take it!"
Dong Lingcheng was not polite, stuffed all the things into Zhao Lin's hands, and walked into the house on his own.
Zhao Lin caught the package and felt it was filled with spiritual rice, which weighed at least a hundred kilograms. He knew that the other party came to express his gratitude.
The wooden box is heavy, but I don’t know what it contains.
"Thank you so much, Junior Brother Zhao, for what happened today, but no matter how many nice words you say, it's not worth it..."
Walking into the living room, Dong Lingcheng pulled up a chair and sat down, "A little gift to express your feelings."
Zhao Lin is now hungry and full, and needs spiritual rice to meet his urgent needs, but he still humbly said: "Senior brother, you are too polite..."
Dong Lingcheng waved his hand and said: "Junior brother, just accept it, I have carried everything here, is it possible to carry it back again? Wouldn't it make people laugh out loud!"
Having said this, he raised his chin slightly and said, "Open it and take a look?"
Zhao Lin stopped refusing and opened the package. Sure enough, it was full of golden spiritual rice.
Opening the wooden box again, his eyes were squinted due to the shaking, and he saw the light flowing, and there were two piles of spiritual stones neatly stacked inside.
At a rough count, there are hundreds of pieces, and each piece of spiritual stone has a snowflake-like texture.
Zhao Lin suddenly thought of the spiritual beast picture that had been graying out and seemed to need spiritual stones to awaken it, and he couldn't help but feel a move in his heart.
Dong Lingcheng smiled and said: "To be honest, senior brother's monthly salary is quite a lot, but most of it is used to buy tonics such as chalcedony liquid and Yuan Ning Dan. I haven't saved much, so don't be too little."
When Zhao Lin saw the spirit stone, his expression was as usual, and he was a little surprised and said: "Junior brother, have you seen the spirit stone before?"
Zhao Lin nodded and answered truthfully: "Before entering the sect, I saw him once at the stationed monks, but there were no snowflakes on the spiritual stone at that time."
Dong Lingcheng chuckled, picked up a piece of spiritual stone, touched the pattern on it and said: "After the spiritual stone is mined and cut, in order to prevent the loss of spiritual energy, a ban will be sealed together. This snowflake is the mark of the ban."
"If there are no snowflakes, it means it has been used to some extent. Junior brother, please keep this in mind."
Zhao Lin nodded and smiled, "Thank you, senior brother, for your advice. You're welcome. I'll accept this gift!"
"This is so satisfying!"
Dong Lingcheng was overjoyed, and after chatting for a while, he left with satisfaction.
Zhao Lin sent him outside the yard, turned on his hearing, made sure there was no one around, walked back to the room, and came to the wooden box.
He reached out and grabbed a spiritual stone.
Sorry, I posted late today.
Happy Dragon Boat Festival to everyone!
(End of chapter)
