Little House: Shen Le, if you can't catch me, don't bother, you made me fall! The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, hmph!

Shen Le slowly circled the old residence step by step. As he walked, he gathered the residence's aura, speaking softly all the while.

Under the moonlight, bluish-white streams of air rose at his command and flowed into the model. Gradually, the model of the old residence began to change:

Its colors grew deeper and richer, while its form became increasingly solid.

The model, originally made from small wooden pieces and clay, gradually developed patterns resembling tree grain across the wood. The clay serving as its foundation also quietly came to life.

Looking down from above, a soft layer of green had actually spread over the clay, as though it could support the growth of plants.

Shen Le took a deep breath. So it was the model in his hands that was going to become an Artifact Spirit, not the old residence beneath his feet?

That was actually quite good. After all, people had to live in the old residence—or it might be opened as a functional building. It could not be making strange disturbances every so often.

The model, on the other hand, could travel with him. Whatever extraordinary abilities it possessed, he could put them to use. Separating the two levels like this benefited both sides!

Thinking that he could gain another Artifact Spirit, Shen Le was overjoyed. Even his breathing quickened slightly. He forced himself to calm down and carried the model through the entire residence, making sure to gather the aura of every single place:

The corners of the rooms, the drainage ditches, behind the doors, atop the roof tiles...

Not a single spot could be missed!

Every place where resentment and suffering might have accumulated had to be included. They all had to come with him!

The first courtyard, the second courtyard, the third courtyard, the