Eight hours later, the river had returned to normal.
Only after Zuo Tianlu had finished handling the aftermath alongside Chong Zhen, commander of the He'an Naval Camp, and had been supervised as he drafted a memorial on their behalf, signed his name, and pressed his handprint onto it, did Chong Zhen let their official vessel leave in satisfaction.
While the vessel was moored, Zuo Qingyun spent lavishly on a banquet to thank Chu Xisheng, Du Yunlai, Ji Qianqian, and Sikong Xin for saving their lives.
Everyone else was drinking wine and eating meat, but Chu Xisheng was dripping blood into the water beneath the vessel.
Not only did he have to drip his own blood into it, but he also added a drop of Primordial God Blood diluted to one-tenth strength.
His own blood was worth little. At worst, he would feel weak for half a day before recovering.
A single drop of Primordial God Blood, however, was worth thirty thousand taels of demon silver. Even diluted to one-tenth strength, that was still three thousand taels, and the expense made Chu Xisheng ache.
-This was the price of keeping an upper-sixth-grade golden corpse.
To keep this Heluo Fish baleful corpse and ensure its loyalty, Chu Xisheng had to feed it three drops of Primordial God Blood every year.
If he wanted to send it into battle, he would have to provide extra meals.
Baleful corpses had very simple minds, even simpler than those of wild beasts.
All they retained was the instinct to survive.
As long as they received enough food, they would be satisfied and obey their master's commands.
Otherwise, they would struggle and resist with all their might, breaking free of the restrictive spells binding them and defying their master's orders.
In truth, Chu Xisheng did not have