Chapter 1774 — The Heavenly Feather Scroll of a Hundred Weavings
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
Lan Yutian sized up the Dao-Burying Divine Coffin and could not hold back his admiration: "Brother, this coffin is far better than the one you had before! The timber is choice, the materials are of the finest, and every nail is driven exactly where it belongs!
" Shen Mu was delighted too, and laughed: "This coffin is really quite fine, is it not? A coffin of such quality is not for the ordinary man to enjoy.
Even my own falls a grade or two below it. " Lan Yutian nodded again and again and examined it closely, and he too saw what made it troublesome: "This coffin will be very hard to break open; I fear it would take some time.
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" Shen Mu said flatly: "Then there is no need to try.
We go and find Xing'an directly.
My coffin was forged by Xing'an; if he can forge one, he can surely unmake one.
" Lan Yutian hesitated: "Who is the man in this coffin? If we do not do all in our power to save him, will he be angry? " "He will not. The one in the coffin is Tai Yi; his magnanimity is vast. " Lan Yutian recalled Tai Yi's deeds of old -- a vast magnanimity indeed -- and his heart was set at ease.
Shen Mu reckoned: "Only, Xing'an is not easy to find.
In the matter of finding people, none surpasses Tianzun You; Tianzun You can surely find him.
But Tianzun You has gone to the Ancestral Court just now to hunt down Tianzun Hao.
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There is no hurry in seeking Xing'an to free Tai Yi; he has been suppressed for more years than anyone can count, and a few days more will not matter. The pressing task is to send back these three Dao Achievers who have come here by blood sacrifice. " At a slight stir of his thought, a beam of sword-light split the void and vanished.
Above the Yuan Realm a sword-light suddenly appeared, spanning a thousand leagues across the heavens -- a magnificent sight. The sword-light was so brilliant that it outshone even the sun, and people raised their heads to stare. Shang Jun, working in the works at Bazhou in Jingping, raised his head and gazed into the distance, when the foreman suddenly shouted: "Little Shang, woolgathering again!
Get on with your work, or mind you get no wages this month!
" Shang Jun hesitated, lifted his towel and wiped the grime from his face, then said to the foreman: "Tianzun Mu has released sword-light to summon me; something great must have happened. Let me go over for a bit -- just give me two days' leave.
" The foreman laughed in exasperation: "Tianzun Mu summoned you? Why not say he wants you to go behead a Dao Achiever?
Honest as you look for a young lad, you are a shirker and a slippery one at that! Skip work again, and your wages for this month will be docked to nothing!
" Shang Jun's face flushed red; stammering, he explained: "It truly is Tianzun Mu summoning me. I have never told a lie. .
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" The workers all around burst into roars of laughter, and Shang Jun could do nothing about it. Since coming to Jingping he had meant to taste its life; at first it had been pleasant enough, but Jingping kept no idlers.
In the old days, to say nothing of gods and demons, even those of mere Divine Ability were enshrined by mortals as lords, and wherever they went they need not worry for food, clothing, or expenses. But Jingping now advanced only the able and let each earn his bread by his own skill; there was no longer any way to freeload on the strength of being one of Divine Ability, a god, or a demon.
Shang Jun wanted to taste life in Jingping, and without money that was utterly impossible.
He had no other skill, but fortunately he had great strength and a precise blade, and so he came to the Bazhou works, found a job, earned a little money for his needs, and scraped by. "Little Shang, the goods must be delivered in two days; if you go, they cannot be finished. " The foreman waited until his workmates' laughter had died down, then lowered his voice: "You are good at your work.
Later I will have the works superintendent pay you double wages. .