Blessing

Ten minutes earlier, in the morning of East Xia.

An ancient residence.

The old man holding an enamel mug listened to the radio as he slowly brushed his teeth and washed up. But after setting down what he held, he looked out into the courtyard and suddenly fell silent for a long time.

He took out his phone, made a call, and said bluntly, "Shou Jing, get me a memorial."

"...So suddenly?" The person on the other end paused. "Which one do you want, Master?"

"Let me think."

After pondering for a moment, Guo Shouque asked, "Among Jixia's collection, I remember there's a 'Chiyou Sacrifice Text' from the 'Taibai Yin Jing,' right? I need it urgently. I owe someone a favor."

"Got it."

Jixia's headmaster did not hang up. He reached for the landline, and less than half a minute later, a little fox with a wooden box balanced on its head slipped in through the small gate at the corner of the courtyard. After setting down the box, it flicked its tail and yipped twice, then leaped up, grabbed a strip of cured meat in its mouth, and vanished at a run.

They had all learned bad habits from the Black Bird.

Whenever those mountain spirits and water monsters came here, they always liked to swipe something to take home, whether they had business or not.

This time, however, Guo Shouque had no mood to scold anyone. He merely lowered his head and opened the box before him.

Inside the opened wooden box, the memorial that had been sealed away for countless years once again saw the light of day. Among the ancient ink marks nurtured for a thousand years, surging killing intent nearly shot into the sky, transforming into a sharp streak of white rainbow.

"Good, this is