Lu Chen scratched his head.
"But worrying about that now would be pointless."
When soldiers came, generals would block them; when water came, earth would dam it. Where there was a will, there was a way!
But if progress really was slow,
that was no problem either.
If worst came to worst, he could only become the "God of the Cold Stove" once more
and see whether he could find another solution from the immortals of the Heavenly Court.
There were so many gods and immortals in this world—what problem could not find an answer?
Even if he could not make offerings to gods at present, there were always more solutions than difficulties!
With that thought, Lu Chen bathed and changed clothes. While his spirits were high and his mind abuzz, he began copying out the three scriptures and nine volumes overnight, tens of thousands of words in all.
Three days, including proofreading, should be enough.
Of course, Daoist classics amounted to far more than three scriptures and nine volumes.
There were also the Scripture of Deliverance, the Lingbao Grand Talisman Compendium, and others focused on talisman crafting.
In short, the road ahead was long, and he would have to take it slowly. There was no rushing it.
In the blink of an eye, it was already noon.
South of the city, at the Sun family residence.
"Rongrong, where did you go last night? Why were you still heading out at two or three in the morning?"
As Sun Qingcang spoke, he picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.
The Sun family was gathered around the dining table, eating.
"That's right. What was a young woman like you doing outside in the middle of the night?" Song also chided her.
"I went to Lu