Qi Lin laughed coldly, "The Dragon Clan is always greedy. Zhu Long's demand will be higher, high to the point where you cannot afford it."
Deng Chanyu insists on her own bottom line: "No matter what, I will not make a promise that goes beyond my current ability limit. It's just a South Ming Fire Method. I can do it myself, it's just that I don't master it. It's not worth this price."
Her identity in Shendo, Xian Dao, and Buddha Dao is becoming higher and higher, so she can't make promises casually. Unless she can prove that the Hundred Elemental Great Golden Immortal takes her to the Fruit of Dao, achieving a level where "If there's trouble, I'll run away. As long as I run fast enough, the trouble won't catch up with me."
Now, if I make a promise, it might require thousands or even ten thousand times the effort in the future to fulfill it. It's better to help Yuan Feng collect spirit materials instead, at least these things are tangible and can be seen and touched. Each time one is collected, one less remains. If you keep doing this consistently, you will definitely be able to gather all of them in the end.
There's no other choice, she can still do it herself. If she spends all five hundred years to cultivate the South Ming Fire Method, she can also achieve a similar level by ingesting an abundance of spirit materials.
"I can give you the South Ming Fire Method immediately."
Deng Chanyu hurriedly shook her head: "Let's be clear about it. Your troubles are too great, and my shoulders are too small to bear them."
After a while, Shǐ Qí Lín finally transmitted a mental message: "Young friend, would you like to come close and chat with me?"
The eyes of Deng Chanyu exude the sacred light of Wa Huang Dao Tǐ. She enters the Dao body state and observes this lifeless original world.
She watched for the duration of an incense stick, piercing through seven or eight tenths of the spatial interlayer.
"Okay, I'll come over right away."
Told to wait at the spot, she stepped forward and seemed to pierce through several layers of water curtains with extremely strong lag effects. She finally arrived at a very simple stone chamber.
This place is about ten or so square meters, completely bare with nothing to decorate, just a middle-aged man sitting motionless on a stone chair, his face devoid of life and his figure thin and withered.
"Senior."
"Little friend, you have great abilities." Shǐ Qí Lín, who sat there like a dried-up corpse, was unable to open his mouth and could only communicate through divine thoughts: "As you can see, I have no strength left to do anything."
Deng Chanyu nodded. Compared to Yuan Feng, who is still sleeping soundly in the immortal volcano, and compared to the ancient dragon who still has the power of a strike, Shǐ Qí Lín is too pitiful. It seems that he has reached the edge of his oil running out and his lamp going out.
There are several or ungrateful children on Yuan Feng's side, including the Azure Chicken God. On the other side of the ancient dragon, it's even more so. The family is large and the blood is thick.
The Qilin clan is famous for its rarity, passively becoming "protected animals," which sounds like black humor.
"Senior, do you have any descendants? I can help you find them back and keep you company?" An old bachelor struggling alone at home is about to pass away, and his children don't come to keep him company. What? Are they all dead? Then there's no problem.
Shǐ Qí Lín's words also confirm Deng Chanyu's hypothesis: "They are all gone."
Thinking of the chaotic actions of Ta Qing Saint in the original timeline, Deng Chanyu said again: "Then I'll find a very beautiful female immortal to accompany you?"
Shǐ Qí Lín: "？？？
"I'm an old man like this, do I really need this thing?"
Do you really not need it? Deng Chanyu also hesitated, carefully looking at it, the old Qilin is indeed not in need of accompaniment, then what is the intention of Ta Qing putting Yun Xiao here?
She originally wanted to send someone like the Azure Cloud Immortal or Hanzhi Immortal secretly, but since the old Qilin doesn't like it, then she'll just let it be.
"Senior, do you need any spirit materials to replenish your body?"
"Not needed."
"Senior, would you prefer to hear the transcendental sutras from the Taoist school or the Buddhist transcendental sutras? I am proficient in various ceremonies and rituals."
"I haven't died yet."
"Then you want to adopt a filial son to serve by your knee? You see that five-colored god ox outside? Let it recognize you as a stepfather?"
Shǐ Qí Lín regained a trace of vitality, which was very likely due to being angry.
"None of them are needed. I was born in the heavens and will return to the earth, I don't need any mercy."
This is quite troublesome, Deng Chanyu is scratching her brain to figure out what else this elder might need.
A piece of extremely solid Qiankun Stone landed in front of her, and she reached out to take it. The first thing she felt was the scorching flame within, the South Ming Fire, which was far superior to her own and even to the Golden Phoenix's. From the fire-elemental aura, it seemed very much like Yuan Feng's flame, but it must have been from a very long time ago.
"Do you want?" She looked at Shǐ Qí Lín and said, if the matter was too difficult, she would have to refuse.
"Kill a dragon for me."
Deng Chanyu guessed and asked, "Ancient Dragon?"
"Not."
"Thunder God?"
"Not."
"Chu Luo?"
"Not."
Deng Chanyu leaned back in battle posture, immediately feeling relieved. She indeed couldn't defeat those three, but the rest were no problem.
"I have a daughter, very smart, very beautiful, just like you."
Deng Chanyu looked at the blackish skin of Shǐ Qí Lín and said that her daughter was like her? This is insulting me, right?
Shǐ Qí Lín fell into a memory: "She has always loved to wander by mountain streams and clear springs since she was young. Her laughter echoed through the mountains, until one day, when she was patrolling the mountains, she met a young descendant of the dragon race. She was bewitched by that dragon descendant, left her clan's land, and never returned."
Deng Chanyu sighed twice and said, "The love-sick girl is hard to deal with. What's his name?"
"Chì Long."
Deng Chanyu made a calculation with her right hand concealed in her sleeve, but she didn't gain much information. She didn't know where this dragon was or what level of cultivation he had. However, from the results, it seemed that he wasn't very powerful.
Feeling that she can handle this matter, she decided to deal with the dragon race. There would be no causal relationship, and the hatred between the two groups would only solidify. Even if two more dragons were killed, there wouldn't be any change.
"Senior, are you asking me to kill this Chì Long?"
"Bring that brute to Qilin Cliff to keep me company." Shǐ Qí Lín said fiercely.
"To capture him alive, the difficulty is high, but I have promised you."
Deng Chanyu finally agreed to this task. She turned around and borrowed the "He Tu Lo Shu" from Wa Gong Temple to calculate. If the enemy is weak, she will take care of it herself; if the enemy is strong, she will call upon Yun Huzi.
Cloud Beard appears calm and gentle, but in reality, he is a master at robbing households and abducting captives.
Yun Xiao owes her quite a few favors in the past. For such matters of capturing dragons, she doesn't have any psychological obstacles to it.
"Thank you, senior. Chanyu is leaving."
Deng Chanyu rode on the ox to leave Qilin Cliff, first putting Feiniu, who is in Deng's camp but loyal to Huang, at Emei Mountain. After that, she hurried to the Queen Mother of the West's Palace. The matter of capturing the stupid dragon is not urgent. Now that she has obtained the South Ming Fire and an extra fragment of the Chaos Bell, the repair work on the Chaos Bell can officially begin.
