The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 791...Very good, another landscape painting. You want me to take it to find the address?

Shen Le held the immortal jade with a solemn expression, carefully extending a wisp of spiritual power to touch the pulsating golden light within it.

The moment it was touched, a sharp pain shot through my brain, as if my outstretched finger had been slashed by a long sword, instantly being cut hundreds or thousands of times.

Shen Le gasped, his face turning pale instantly. He withdrew his spiritual energy and closed his eyes to recuperate. Beside him, Qing Li watched with unwavering concern, immediately shoving a small bottle into his hand.

"Take a break first? Stop looking and focus on recovery. Be careful not to leave any hidden injuries!"

Shen Le tilted his head back and drank the liquid in the bottle. The cool and refreshing jade liquid flowed into his mouth and instantly turned into gas, rising up to soothe his mind and replenish his energy.

After a long while, he let out a long sigh of relief:

"What is the source of this golden light? How ruthless!"

He spent a tremendous amount of effort, using spells, formations, and various tests, even enlisting the help of the Dragon Lord himself, to finally draw out a wisp of golden light from the edge of the rift and store it in the immortal jade.

Even this wisp of golden light was completely beyond his control; the slightest touch caused him excruciating headaches...

"I don't know." Qing Li's expression was just as solemn as his. She reached out and took the immortal jade, touched it carefully, and quickly withdrew her hand. She touched it again and withdrew her hand again.

Shen Le noticed that when he touched the immortal jade, he was struck by lightning. Fine scale marks appeared on his cheeks, and faint fish fin shadows appeared on the edges of his ears.

Clearly, the power within the immortal jade was putting immense pressure on him, to the point that he was even struggling to maintain his perfect human form...

"I asked His Majesty, but he only shook his head and didn't answer. His expression at the time..."

Qingli lowered her head and remained silent. Shen Le sighed softly, but insisted on taking the immortal jade and touching it a second time:
"--what!"

He released the jade once more, drank the jade elixir, and closed his eyes to rest. After ten rounds, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"I feel...I touched it a little bit..."

He touched that ray of golden light more than a dozen times, only to have it cut off, then touched it again, only to have it cut off again. Even though his spiritual energy was forcibly discarded each time it was cut off, Shen Le still sensed something:
That ray of golden light, while only of average strength in general—after all, it was just a small wisp of power that had been drawn out and sealed away.

However, its nature is extremely fierce and relentless. Even if it perishes or shatters, it will perish together with its target; even if it cannot perish together, it will still tear a piece of flesh from its opponent!
Though the body dies, the spirit lives on; the soul becomes a heroic ghost.

That is to strike from below, to overcome the superior with the inferior, to burn one's own body, blood, life, and soul, and to unleash a roar of never looking back!

The two cracks were slightly different. One crack on the hull was a clear, indelible mark left by a pure slash;
The large hole in the hull felt to Shen Le somewhere between a stab and a blunt object strike. Besides the impact of the weapon, it was also covered with a strange, unyielding flame.

"I feel that if I can truly understand it, I might be able to control it, or at least guide it elsewhere..."

Or, if there were a magical artifact of similar nature, I could ask its spirit for help…

Shen Le murmured. Qing Li gave him a deep look, then stood up and bowed:
"Please wait a moment, Mr. Shen. I'll go ask His Majesty; perhaps he might have a solution?"

A day later, he returned and brought Shen Le before the Dragon Lord:

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Shen, during this time." Long Jun's expression remained warm as he gently pushed a box over. Even with the lid on, a faint fragrance emanated from within.

"As for the spiritual artifacts you mentioned, I don't have any on hand. However, there are a few places where you might be able to find them. Qing Li—"

Qing Li stepped forward, holding a plate in both hands, and presented a scroll to Shen Le. The Dragon Lord casually flicked his wrist, and the scroll unfurled on its own, revealing the mountains and rivers depicted within.

"Mr. Shen, you can take a look at these points on the map. Perhaps you can find something there? — As I said before, don't rush, don't force it. It's okay if you can't find it. We'll think of another way when we get back."

I've suppressed this water source, which should keep it under control for at least a few decades. We're not rushing things.

Shen Le stared blankly at the scroll. Excellent, a landscape painting;

Excellent! It's still a traditional Chinese ink painting style, and they've even skimped on the colors for him.
Excellent! This landscape painting is neither the characteristic of the Tang Dynasty's integration of poetry and painting and pursuit of literati taste, nor the lofty and majestic style of the Northern Song Dynasty, nor the beautiful and ethereal artistic conception of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Its brushwork is archaic and simple, predating the Tang Dynasty; some might even believe it to be a Han Dynasty painting…

In other words, expecting this thing to function as a map and mark a specific location is probably out of the question...

"Ah this..."

He forced a smile as he looked at Long Jun, not even daring to reach out and touch the ancient painting, for fear that if he touched it—or even exhaled too much—the thing would shatter on the spot in front of him.

Although the Dragon Palace is filled with abundant spiritual energy, which should allow it to be preserved for a longer period of time, who knows?
Especially judging from the Dragon King's expression, it seems he even wants him to take this painting... map? out of the Water Palace?

"It's alright, it's not that fragile." Seeing Shen Le's cautious manner, Long Jun was amused and flicked it with his finger.

A sudden burst of light illuminated the ancient painting, wandering back and forth. The mountains and rivers on it almost leaped out of the frame, presenting a three-dimensional image:

"It has been stored in the Dragon Palace for two thousand years and is almost a spirit, but it still lacks a bit of opportunity. Take it out and travel around; perhaps it can directly guide you?"

Shen Le was finally speechless. He bowed solemnly, accepted the scroll, and carefully rolled it up:
"I will find the target as soon as possible and return it as soon as possible. Please rest assured, I will make sure it is not damaged in the slightest."

He held the scroll, while Qingli carried the box of gifts given to him by the Dragon Lord, and saw him off as he returned to the shore of Poyang Lake.

With both feet on the ground, sit cross-legged, close your eyes and enter a meditative state, sensing the progress of the pottery houses being fired in Jingdezhen, and sensing the gradual rise of the underground part of the barrier between heaven and earth.

Well, during this time, he was so busy in the Dragon Palace that he didn't know day or night, and he didn't even know if a week, a month or two had passed. He relied entirely on the date on his phone to tell him what day it was.

When he was called away earlier, one hundred large pottery houses had just been laid out. How's the progress now? He closed his eyes and communicated with the copper plate. Soon, specks of light lit up various parts of the copper plate, and a warm, gentle aura wafted over.

Excellent. Large ceramic houses have spread across the country like stars in the sky. Hmm, they are densely packed in the east and sparsely distributed in the northwest. Based on Shen Le's limited geographical knowledge, he has basically covered all the major cities.

As for the small pottery houses, their distribution is perhaps a little worse. It seems that they are still spreading outwards in a ratio of one large pottery house to 100 small pottery houses.

Through these nodes, a portion of the underground part of the barrier between heaven and earth was pulled up, creating a greater resonance with the barrier on the ground, and causing more power to circulate...

Great, it seems I don't need to worry about it anymore. Alas, it's just a pity that the current area where the pottery houses are being built is still within the jurisdiction of China's current administrative divisions, and hasn't reached the furthest point on the map identified by the copper plate.

Even if it were completely covered, it would only create a partial barrier between heaven and earth, less than a third at most... Sigh, if only our generation could have been a little more capable...

Shen Le silently contemplated the future and continued communicating with the earth's veins:
Come on, take me home!

The earth gently embraced him and pushed him along, as if in just a few breaths, it had delivered him to the outskirts of Zhuxi Town.

Shen Le emerged from the fields and had just strolled into town, still hesitating whether to go home for dinner or to Tianxiang Restaurant for a treat, when news from Gu Yulin arrived in a flurry:

"Mr. Shen, you're finally done with your work! How have things been lately? Is there anything we can help you with?"

"Nothing for now, things are going smoothly... By the way, where's Yun Kun lately? If it's convenient, could you have him come ashore sometime? I need his help with something..."

"Uh, okay, I'll check... Is it urgent for you?"

I'm not in a particular rush... a day or two? Three or four days? Anyway, I'll do some research on my own first.
Shen Le felt a little embarrassed to bring Yun Kun back from afar every time, only to send him back again from afar, so he decided to do the research himself.

Having eaten and drunk their fill, they unrolled the scroll and stared at it:

"Hmm... so what exactly is this place again?"

I took photos, compared them, but couldn't find it.

I took a picture, opened a satellite map, and compared it, but I still couldn't find it.
I gently flicked it once, then again, and channeled spiritual energy into it, finally managing to bring out the 3D image. I took photos and videos, then compared them, but still had no clue what to do...

"Never mind, let's ask Yun Kun to come back..."

Shen Le finally surrendered helplessly. Wasting energy is fine, anyway, most of Yun Kun's energy comes from the miniature nuclear reactor installed inside its body; any excess is converted into immortal jade and stored away.

An occasional round trip shouldn't be a big problem!
Fortunately, after two days of research, I've discovered that Yun Kun has returned to its homeland, or rather, returned to the area covered by the barrier between heaven and earth. The rushing water propelled Yun Kun forward, and it returned to the East Sea in almost a flash.
[I'm back! What's up, boss? Oh, and I brought you guys a gift! A gift!]

Yun Kun leaped into the pond, shouting and yelling. Shen Le rubbed his temples helplessly, then rubbed his eyes, which were a little sore from looking at the map, and walked over with the scroll in his hands:
"Yun Kun, the main purpose of this trip is to find the scroll and the compass, and help pinpoint the location on the map... Oh, and I also brought you a gift! From the Dragon Palace!"

Before Yun Kun went from disappointment to tantrums, and from tantrums to rolling around in the pond, Shen Le quickly sped up her speech twice as fast and used one of the gifts given by the Dragon Lord to appease the little guy.

Only then was he able to board the ship smoothly, unroll the scroll given to him by the Dragon Lord, and lay it flat next to the scroll spirit artifact that he had previously repaired and enhanced:
"Come on, please help me take a look. Where exactly are those points marked on this scroll?"

Without hesitation, the scroll burst forth with a vast expanse of colorful light. In the years since it was restored by Shen Le, it has carried out many missions and "consumed" many maps, including a large number of high-precision maps.

At this moment, the poolside shone brightly, and a high-definition map, like an unfurled scroll, covered most of the garden. The compass also sprang to life, its needle spinning diligently to help with positioning;

Shen Le reached out and pressed his hand on the scroll. A surge of heat penetrated it, and the scroll began to vibrate. Images of landscapes spread out and moved continuously on the map projected onto the scroll.

From east to west, from south to north. Every time I passed through a forest, I would rotate and zoom several times, as if trying to match the correlation between the lines.

The copper plate hanging around Shen Le's neck also came to his aid, buzzing loudly and shining brightly in Shen Le's sea of ​​consciousness, projecting images of the landscapes and geography he once knew:
They were all incredibly busy, while Shen Le, their master, could only sit cross-legged, emptying his mind and body, treating himself as both a ruthless energy source and a ruthless receiver.

Despite the little ones' repeated attempts, they still couldn't figure it out. The scroll huffed and complained to Shen Le:
"What is this you've brought us?! I can't understand it, it can't even speak properly, and the way it describes places is completely different from mine! We can't communicate at all!"

That's it... Shen Le's vision went black. The scroll was practically their last hope, and if it couldn't handle it, was he supposed to run all over famous mountains and rivers, walking to find the location indicated by the scroll?
Putting aside whether they can even find it, this efficiency is just too low!
Shen Le was at his wit's end. After much thought, he could only resort to the all-powerful rule of laziness:

Let the country have a headache!

He compiled the photos and videos he had taken, along with the background information, and sent them directly to Gu Yulin. Not long after, poor Gu Yulin received a phone call:

"You mean the Dragon King is suppressing Pengli Marsh? Waiting for it? If this isn't handled properly, Poyang Lake will become Pengli Marsh in the future?"

"Yes...that's why we're asking for help...even though they say they can keep it under control for several decades, we can't just ignore it and let them manage on their own, can we?"

"You... no need to say anything, I'll just forward the request and ask them for help!"

The official intervention proved effective. Shen Le didn't know if it was due to the use of high-precision satellite maps for comparison with the mountain and river images he had taken, or the deployment of a large number of manpower to conduct on-site surveys of each location.

In short, Shen Le received a phone call in less than a week:

"Here, here, here, and here... You can go there, you might find something..."

This time, the official information not only included detailed locations and precise coordinates, but also route maps, transportation options, who to contact for assistance, and accommodation options.

Shen Le felt a little embarrassed.
"Or...should I go by myself?"

"No! Please don't!" Gu Yulin was terrified and almost rushed over to hug him tightly:

"I'll go with you! I'll plan the itinerary! Several of the addresses here are 4A and 5A scenic spots, so please don't end up with crowds everywhere!!!"

(End of this chapter)