Southern Mountain Residential Compound
By the time Lu Chen arrived, Zeng Rou had nearly finished setting up the scene.
Calling it a setup was an exaggeration. It was simple enough: a square Eight Immortals table laden with the Kitchen God's favorite sweets, while the entire compound was cleaned inside and out.
After all, everything that truly needed preparing was inside Lu Chen's Sumeru Ring.
Compared with the ritual at Dragon-Tiger County,
this [Consecration] ritual was clearly much simpler.
After all, what Dragon-Tiger County had stirred was the immense merit of a hundred thousand people.
This time, all they were stirring was the warmth of hearth and home.
And to the [Hearthfire Register], that hearthfire warmth was precisely its [spiritual essence].
As long as it absorbed enough hearthfire warmth,
its power would naturally reignite.
"President Lu, everything has been prepared according to your instructions."
"Good."
Lu Chen nodded. A wooden chest flew out of his Sumeru Ring and landed atop the table.
He opened the chest, took out the implements, laid out talismans, and arranged scriptures, his movements flowing as smoothly as drifting clouds and running water.
"President Lu, what... kind of ritual is this? I have never seen these things before."
Zeng Rou came from the Rakshasa Cult and had witnessed plenty of spells and grand displays, yet she could not recognize any of the items before her.
"This is one of my secret arts. It's a long story; I'll tell you when there's a chance."
Zeng Rou nodded. She watched Lu Chen put on a yellow robe, then don a rather strange-looking hat.
What surprised her was that this bizarre attire did not look odd on Lu Chen at all. Instead, it made him seem especially otherworldly and carefree.
She had wanted to say more, but the words reached