Unlike the fervent excitement and jubilance of the crowd, Mo Lanyi was filled with frustration upon hearing the abilities of the newly revealed talisman treasure.
What did they mean by being able to shield against all poisonous miasma?
If the miasma were neutralized, what would become of her?
As someone with the rare Light Spiritual Root, her greatest strength lay in detoxification.
Now, with this talisman treasure, how could she showcase her unique talents? How could she win the admiration and gratitude of others?
Immortal Grandfather, is it possible to destroy this thing?
The Old Ghost Immortal was utterly dumbfounded. What did you say? You want to destroy the talisman treasure?
Exactly. If it exists, won't my value become insignificant?
... The Old Ghost Immortal almost rolled his eyes in exasperation. You're a cultivator! How can you compare yourself to a lifeless object? If you could claim ownership of this treasure, wouldn't it serve you far better?
But everyone saw it. How could we possibly claim it as our own?
Hmph! Those fools think talisman treasures can't be refined, but they're wrong. It can indeed be refined—though it requires a specific technique. Once refined, you could infuse it endlessly with your own energy. Such opportunities are priceless.
Mo Lanyi's eyes gleamed with sudden realization. I see! Then we just need to find a way to get close and refine it.
Exactly. Take your time. Don't rush.
Understood.
Once she refined this talisman treasure, combined with her Light Spiritual Root, she would become the perfect healer revered by all.
Surely, by then, she would be cherished and admired by everyone.
...
News of the sixth-grade talisman treasure spread like wildfire across the entire Tianlan Continent.
Talisman cultivators from the other four major sects set out for Yunlan Sect overnight. Even just catching a glimpse of the treasure would be worth the journey.
Meanwhile, at Hongfu Peak—
Zhan Fan was doing his utmost to muster the gentlest smile of his life, speaking in a syrupy tone to Ji Wushuang: Little Wushuang, if you're not too busy, why not become the Grand Elder of Hongfu Peak? We'll take good care of you, I promise.
Ji Wushuang, exasperated by Zhan Fan's relentless pestering, replied with a helpless laugh: Peak Master Zhan, it's not that I don't want to, but I'm simply unqualified. As you can see, I'm just a mortal.
Zhan Fan: ...
A mortal?
If you're a mortal, then what are we? We're not even human?
At that moment, Zhan Fan truly wanted to toss aside the weight of his "Peak Master dignity," sit on the ground, and throw a tantrum. Alas, he couldn't—not with Jin Fuxi standing nearby, watching him intently.
Alright then. How about this? You craft whatever talismans you like, at your own pace, and we'll provide you with 1,000 high-grade spirit stones every month. What do you think?
High-grade spirit stones were immensely precious!
Offering 1,000 of them every month felt like Zhan Fan was bleeding from the heart.
But for the talisman treasure, he was willing to endure!
Ji Wushuang shook her head with a light chuckle. Peak Master Zhan, if you need a specific talisman, you're welcome to ask, and I'll do my best to help. If you encounter a bottleneck, I can also offer advice. But assigning me monthly tasks? That's out of the question.
Unbound by worldly constraints, Ji Wushuang treasured her freedom. How could she let herself be shackled by mere spirit stones?
Besides, her young disciples had already provided her with more spirit stones than she could ever use.
Then what would you like in exchange?
Ji Wushuang pondered for a moment, then smiled. How about edible spiritual delicacies?
In her past life, Ji Wushuang was merely a tool for the Ji family.
She grew up eating nothing but fasting pills, never experiencing hunger—nor the simple joys of life.
It wasn't until her rebirth in the Divine Tomb that she finally understood what it meant to live.
Raised by her masters, she tasted countless bizarre foods, thinking they were normal. But upon arriving at Yunlan Sect and sampling spiritual grains, fruits, and beast meat, she realized her masters had only been keeping her alive.
And so, Ji Wushuang quietly developed a newfound love for food.
Zhan Fan was dumbfounded. You just want food?
Yes. Ji Wushuang nodded shyly. But only spiritual delicacies.
In the Divine Tomb, even the air was rich with spiritual energy. While she lacked spiritual bones, her body had been nurtured over time by spiritual materials. Now, after consuming the tomb's primal essence, ordinary low-energy foods would make her feel unwell.
Jin Fuxi, who had been waiting for a chance to speak, could barely contain his delight. Shoving aside his Peak Master, he exclaimed, Me! Me! Little Wushuang, my Jin family specializes in spiritual cuisine!
Though spiritual cuisine was just one of the countless arts of cultivation, it was an esteemed craft, and many sought it out.
Ji Wushuang's eyes sparkled. Really?
Absolutely! Jin Fuxi beamed, his joy overflowing. If you'd like, you're welcome to visit my family. We'd be honored to prepare a variety of spiritual dishes for you!
Ji Wushuang's face lit up with delight. Great! It's settled then!
Zhan Fan, standing to the side: ...
Who would have thought high-grade spirit stones could lose to a foodie's whims?