"Is there any way to stop this stuff from bothering me?" Chen Lin asked.
Clear Wind licked a paw and said, "According to my inherited memories, you can find a substitute. Engrave your name and the Eight Characters of your birth on it, then refine it with your spiritual energy. It can take your place as the object of those believers' prayers."
A substitute?
Chen Lin instinctively opened his Storage Ring and swept through its contents with his spiritual sense.
A magical artifact? I only have a few. I can't bear to use one.
A pill bottle? Too tacky.
Just as he was at a loss, his spiritual sense swept across a corner of the Storage Ring.
An exquisitely crafted rosewood box he had long forgotten lay quietly there.
An idea struck Chen Lin, and he took the wooden box out.
He opened the lid, revealing a seal carved entirely from mutton-fat white jade, with a gold corner set into its base.
It was none other than the Imperial Seal of China he had picked up in the Myriad Worlds Garbage Transfer Station during his trip to Magic City!
"How did this emperor forget about such a treasure!" Chen Lin slapped his thigh.
Wreathed in dragon aura, this thing was a symbol of imperial authority, inherently suited to bearing a nation's destiny and the will of its people.
Using it to absorb this little bit of incense and prayer power was like shooting a mosquito with an antiaircraft gun!
Still, it was perfect. He could even make it a family heirloom, passed down from generation to generation!
He got straight to work.
Spiritual light flashed at Chen Lin's fingertip, and he easily erased the eight boldly etched seal-script characters on the jade seal-"Mandated by Heaven, may longevity and prosperity endure