“Why do you need a girl’s stockings?” Zhao Ying blinked, somewhat confused.
Xiang Xiaoyuan next to her perked up her ears, her eyes wide open.
“Cough, why ask so much? It doesn’t matter if I tell you. Actually, I need them for enlightenment! The way I achieve enlightenment is beyond your comprehension. Just buy them for me.”
The call ended.
Zhao Ying and Xiang Xiaoyuan exchanged glances.
“What the heck, using stockings for enlightenment?”
“I’ve never heard of it,” Xiang Xiaoyuan shook her head repeatedly. “But since the governor needs them, we should get them for him. In this vast world, there are all sorts of strange things. What haven’t we seen compared to some of the outrageous things out there? Compared to those, having the governor use stockings for enlightenment is nothing.”
“True.” Zhao Ying shivered.
Suddenly, she remembered a revivalist they had received last year.
That revivalist called himself the Great Shit Hero, and she didn’t want to recall his specific abilities anymore.
…
While Chen Huai’an was waiting for cultivation resources.
Two guests arrived outside the Zero Containment Room.
Chen Huai’an knew both of them—Old Li and Lin Lingling, who had just been discharged after recuperating.
Lin Lingling’s eyes were red, as if she had just learned about Luo Haisheng’s death.
Old Li’s expression didn’t change much. After all, he was an experienced demon-slaying master with strong resilience, accustomed to life and death farewells.
Only when looking into Old Li’s eyes did Chen Huai’an see a deeply hidden sorrow.
“Long time no see, Old Li, and… three eggs.”
“Uncle Wuzzy Beard is dead,” Lin Lingling sniffed and wiped her eyes.
“Governor Chen, Zhao Ying has already told us about your situation. We thank you for killing the Corpse King Emperor Jiang. If not for your intervention, the entire C Province might have faced calamity.” He patted Lin Lingling’s head, forcing a smile. “It’s inevitable for demon-slaying masters to make sacrifices. Don’t cry, my girl… This was old Luo’s choice, and it was what he wanted most.”
Chen Huai’an didn’t know what to say.
The person in front of him was a comrade of Luo Haisheng and also a junior whom Luo Haisheng valued greatly.
Compared to Zhao Ying and Xiang Xiaoyuan, these two had deeper feelings for Luo Haisheng.
His current mood was probably like those people who received a kidney donation feeling toward the donor’s family.
He felt a bit guilty but mostly felt indebted.
“How is the Demon-Slaying Division in Heavenly Abode District now? Are there any new recruits?”
“Yes, there are more than before. I was the deputy director of the Demon-Slaying Division in Heavenly Abode District, and now I’ve taken over as the director. Please rest assured, everything that used to be handled by lazy old Luo is now managed by me.” He pushed Lin Lingling a few steps closer to Chen Huai’an, sighing. “It’s a pity though. She would only be buried here with me. So, I boldly brought her to you.”
Chen Huai’an smiled bitterly, rubbing his nose. “Old Li, don’t address me as ‘you.’ Just like before, it’s fine. I’m a reluctant governor, and I really have no interest in becoming one. If not for… cough, never mind.”
He changed the subject. “So, what about Lin Lingling…”
Before he finished, Chen Huai’an sensed something off.
Lin Lingling exuded a sharp, unstoppable aura, emanating from within, which was absolutely unprecedented.
“She may have awakened her spirit root,” Old Li glanced at Lin Lingling, who was looking down at her toes, not quite sure.
“Spirit roots are a concept from Kunlun Celestial Palace. They say those with spirit roots react with corresponding objects.
For example, someone with a fire spirit root can control fire and even stand unharmed in a sea of flames…
This girl can resonate with guns, and I heard that General Wang Jingshan from the Wang family can resonate with knives, confirming his awakening of a knife spirit root. So, I wondered if Lin Lingling might be in a similar situation?”
“Is that so?” Chen Huai’an narrowed his eyes, realizing the complexity of the situation.
If Lin Lingling truly had a gun spirit root, she would be a valuable protégé.
So, he pulled out the Dragon Sniper from the alloy wall where it had been hammered in and threw it in front of Lin Lingling.
“Try resonating with this gun.”
Dragon Sniper: “????”
Lin Lingling: “…”
“Governor Chen, the gun she resonates with isn’t this one,” Old Li cleared his throat.
“Oh!” Chen Huai’an realized and extended his hand to Lin Lingling. “Come, give me your hand. I’ll check your depth. Be careful, don’t have any resistance, or I’ll throw you over my shoulder.”
Since there was no long gun available for testing, he decided to check internally instead.
A small cultivator couldn’t casually probe others’ internals, so he needed the cooperation of the three eggs.
Lin Lingling pursed her lips, hesitantly placing her hand in Chen Huai’an’s palm.
Her flushed ears could be seen on the glass door beside them.
“Don’t resist! I’m entering,” Chen Huai’an probed Lin Lingling’s body with his spiritual sense.
Soon, he saw a grotesquely shaped long gun with an impossibly large barrel, wrapped in fiery serpents, in the depths of her spirit sea.
The fiery serpents on the gun immediately assumed an attacking stance upon sensing his spiritual sense.
To avoid injuring Lin Lingling, Chen Huai’an withdrew immediately.
“How is it, Old Li?” Old Li rubbed his palms, full of anticipation.
Lin Lingling also looked eagerly at Chen Huai’an, holding her breath, feeling the air around her freeze.
“Hmm, it’s… not bad.”
Chen Huai’an’s mouth twitched, feeling envious and resentful inside while appearing indifferent on the surface.
Damn it.
Why? Why?
Wang Family’s old man with a single saber spirit root was tolerable.
But Lin Lingling, who usually seemed naive and silly, was incredibly powerful.
A single gun spirit root and a single fire spirit root.
In the Cangyun Realm, she would be considered a prodigy!
Spirit weapon roots were rare, and combining one with a single element spirit root made them perfectly complementary.
Despite his inner resentment, Chen Huai’an explained truthfully:
“Lin Lingling has a single gun spirit root and a single fire spirit root. Hmm… in ordinary people, she is indeed a rare genius, but compared to me, she still falls short…”
“Me having a spirit root? Really? Truly!” Lin Lingling pointed at herself, her mouth forming an O shape.
“Yes, you do,” Chen Huai’an said with a tired smile.
“Then… what kind of spirit root do you have?” Lin Lingling looked at Chen Huai’an.
Since he mentioned she had a slight gap,
Surely Chen Huai’an’s spirit root must be even more impressive, right?
She really wanted to know.
“I?”
Chen Huai’an fell silent for a moment.
Then he took a deep breath, placed his hands on his waist, and laughed heartily three times.
“I possess spirit roots for metal, wood, water, fire, earth, lightning, ice, wind, poison, sun, saber, spear, axe, sword, staff, bow, whip, hammer, fist, and palm… I am a rare complete spirit root!”
In Lin Lingling and Old Li’s shocked and admiring gazes,
Chen Huai’an’s ears reddened slightly as he waved his hand dismissively and turned away, leaving them with an inscrutable back.
His deliberately lowered voice echoed in the room:
“Cough, hmm, you must keep this confidential for me!
With such a rare talent, I fear attracting the covetous attention of evil forces!”
