Shen Jicheng watched Zhao San spread his robe on the ground, then pick up his Corpse Stitching needle and thread and start "stabbing at random"!
In truth, Xu Feng was struggling to control the needle!
Heavy!
Earth Qi was nothing like miasma or the sinister yin qi of evil spirits. This was Xu Feng's first attempt to stitch it, so he had chosen the weakest strand. Even so, the moment he began, it felt as though his needlepoint was lifting a mountain!
Every turn of the needle
was a tremendous struggle!
And this was the weakest Earth Vein! Daoist Panlong came and went without a trace, and he had a fiery temper.
But he was also a considerate man.
Birds of a feather flocked together.
Grandpa Li's friend might have a bad temper, but that hardly made him a bad person.
He had said he would hoe the Earth Dragon that had taken shape here to death with a single stroke, and he had done it. But to make things easier for Xu Feng, he had struck several more times afterward, dividing the severed Earth Vein into sections.
Atop each divided section,
he had stacked stones.
Some stacks were larger than others.
The smaller stacks marked the weaker sections; the larger ones, the stronger.
Xu Feng had picked the easiest target. Even so, he had to force the needle through, laboriously stitching that severed, corrupted Earth Qi onto his Ritual Robe!
Once incense served as thread and bound it to the robe, another pattern appeared on Xu Feng's Robe of a Hundred Virtues.
It did not create an entirely new design on the robe.
Instead, the Earth Qi became scales on the dragon-serpent shape formed by the Dragon-Head Miasma and Dragon-Body Miasma.
Layer upon layer clung to it,
like overlapping